30 Times “Strange” Parents Did Things That Were So Absurd, They Got Shamed Online By Their Kids
How someone approaches disciplining their child for misbehaving says a lot about who they are as a parent and a person. Some parents are strict and have a no-nonsense approach to stepping out of line. Others might embrace the ‘gentle parenting’ philosophy and primarily lead with empathy and kindness. But then there are the outliers who confuse and even amuse the internet with their ideas.
Taking away a child’s books, forcing them to go to a home and remodeling convention, and making them write a letter to a soap company is barely scratching the surface. We’ve compiled a list of some of the most peculiar and creative punishments that kids have ever gotten from their parents, as shared by the people in these three r/AskReddit threads here, here, and here. Scroll down to read about the most bizarre of the bunch.
When you’ve finished this article, you can find Bored Panda’s earlier feature about peculiar parent punishments right here.
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I threw really horrible temper tantrums as a child. I was 8-9 years old throwing tantrums like a toddler would. My mom decided that “if you’re going to act like you’re 2, I’m going to treat you like you’re two.”
She took away any toys/games that weren’t rated for ages 2 & under, she swapped out my bed for a crib (I was tiny so I fit), I wasn’t allowed to cross the street to my grandparents without someone holding my hand, I wasn’t allowed to watch PG movies, only G rated movies. My bedtime was 7:30pm.
It f****n worked. I stopped throwing tantrums real quick.
UK had an advert "act your age, not your shoe size". I think about that way too often.
Good punishments are really logical consequences of bad actions. This is perfect parenting. It shows the child why it's unreasonable to behave that way and put their behaviour into perspective. Children want and need autonomy, but it's neccessary to ty the amount of autonomy they get to their mental development. Throwing toddler temper tantrums is truly immature behaviour and this punishment showed them how their behaviour influences their perception by others and can have negative consequences for them. This is an important lesson to learn and will help them become more observant in the future.
I know BP change their headings a lot but how does this one fit "46 Times “Strange” Parents Did Things That Were So Absurd, They Got Shamed Online By Their Kids" - this worked and the parents aren't the ones that were shamed!
Your mom should teach parenting classes. Seriously, I'm not being sarcastic.
not sure this qualifies as "...They Got Shamed Online By Their Kids " seems more like praise, but I could be wrong
Jebus I think I might try this out. Let me whip out my notebook for tips.
After they discovered that I hadn't done homework in a month, they took me to a home & remodeling convention with them. They spent hours looking at aluminum siding and various granite counter tops.
Strange? Yes. Did it work? Also yes. It was f*****g awful.
I think they were showing them what they were going to use the college fund for since OP obviously didn’t need it!
Load More Replies...I saw a couple taking their kid to Ikea and he threw a massive tantrum near the plant section at the end... Dad just calmly said to him "if you don't calm down I'm making you go all the way round again"
Ikea. The store which if it don't break your family apart, you come out stronger 💪
Load More Replies...My mum always says all her 7 kids were lucky, not one of us ever had homework lol
that meme floating around that all those things that were punishments as a kid are your goals now (like not going out, going to bed early, etc)... yeah a home show would be my happy place now! but it sure would be just as much punishment for me now if i had to drag one of my dragon kids to it with me!
Lol my dads a master carpenter and general contractor, I grew up at home shows
Was the point to bore you or threatened you with your potential future if you don't do well? Cause those jobs can actually make a lot of money and are Respectable careers
I thing I would have found it fascinating. More interesting than homework.
I don’t get it. What was the point & why did it work? Thanks, Pandas, for helping me out!
I think I've shared this in comments before, but my parents made me write letters as punishment. For example: my mom caught me lying about showering (I would go into the bathroom, turn the shower on while I stood outside it, then wrap myself in a towel and pretend I was clean) and my punishment was to choose a soap company and write a letter to their customer service department about why showering is important. I would love to know what the person who got that letter thought.
Man, you probably gave whatever employee who opens the mail a good laugh.
I don't get the pretend-showering. Read about it very often, but why?
Many children hate to get all wet, or they fear getting stinging soap in the eyes
Load More Replies...I love this idea. It's not about punishment. It's about getting the kid to think through ON PAPER what they're doing and why. I'm going to implement this with my kid as much as I can.
I wrote many essays in boarding school for just this reason. P refects were nasty. In a not unrelated vein, I learned a lot of random things as they would pull essay subjects from anywhere
I made my 16 year old son write me a research paper on ALL the types of alcohol and what drinking excessively can do to the body/mind.... And when it was completed I made him watch a graphic video of someone having their stomach pumped. All because he came home drunk as a skunk. At 23 years old now I can count on one hand how many times he's been drunk since lol
That’s funny - my sister and I would pretend to brush our teeth by rubbing the wet toothbrush against the sink. Why though? It took just as long to go through the pretenses as the actual act would have. Kids. We were nuts.
Wow. I would get the easy punishment compared to you. I only had to rewrite dictionary pages. Accurately.
That wouldn't work with me. I read the dictionary and encyclopedia all the time. 😄 I wanted to win the spelling bee!
Load More Replies...Most of you Pandas will agree that at least some boundaries and rules are needed when raising kids; the question is—to what extent? Your point of view will depend on your particular family situation, how you were raised, and what you’ve found to work best in your experience.
According to the research done by developmental psychologist Diana Baumrind and Stanford researchers Eleanor Maccoby and John Martin, there are four main parenting styles. These are: permissive, authoritative, neglectful, and authoritarian. These approaches vary by how much (or how little) parents respond to their children’s needs, and how demanding they are. They all have their upsides and downsides, with the authoritative approach being the most balanced out of the four.
In highschool, I got caught drunk at a friends house. They caught me in a lie and eventually tracked down the party, and I was found passed out beneath a trampoline with a beer in each fist. I had to crawl from the car to my bed, I don't even remember it happening. My mom later said she had to walk away because she was laughing so hard, because I kept falling asleep on the stairs.
The next day we had a family function. My punishment? They told my 6 incredibly Irish uncles and my incredibly Irish grandfather all about how hung over I was. I was basically left in the wolves den with raw meat tied all around me. They tossed me around, made me fetch them things, smacked me on the back, shoved my face, poked my stomach, rubbed my hair, noogies, flicked my ears, poked my temples, forced me to drink another beer (made me puke just smelling it), made me dance, stuck my head down by the speakers playing loud music... all in all I threw up three times and didn't drink for the next 4 years.
While cruel, it's not really over the line of anything. Except maybe the loud music part, because of ear /hearing damage. They were obviously trying to make the experience as miserable as possible. Sounds like they might have a drinking problem in the family, and the uncles and such were probably trying to prevent them from developing a habit.
Load More Replies...Rarely, very rarely, being cruel is effective. This case, better to be cruel for a few hours while the kid was hung over than a couple week grounding. The kid found drinking was very not worth it and didn't do it again until mature enough to handle it.
I once got caught smoking as a teen during a family Christmas. I should mention I got the new snoop dog album for Christmas (It was the 90s). My Uncles and rest of my family decided my new name was Puff Daddy hahahaha jerks
I left the bar totalled, walked home, crossed the street, tripped over a manhole cover and fell flat on my face in the street. Dad came out, picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder, carried me up to my bed. I got out of bed walked to the bathroom, tripped over the toilet and fell upside-down in the tub where I proceeded to puke all over my self. Pissed myself too. I cannot remember my Dad laughing so hard as my Mom was screaming bloody hell at the two of us... I got cleaned up, but I think I regretted that night for the next two days!
I asked to try beer when I was about 10. My dad said sure and gave me some. Looking back, he didn't give me the same one he was drinking, and I wonder if he had been keeping a really bad beer in the fridge for the day I would ask that. I didn't try alcohol again for many years, and even when I did, I didn't try beer again for much longer.
When I was in maybe second or third grade, I kept oversleeping and missing the bus and my mom had to drive me to school, which she understandably was getting a bit exasperated over. She told me that if I missed the bus again, I would have to walk to school. I didn't really believe it, but the next morning I missed the bus again and she told me to start walking. My school was several miles away, and not a safe, walkable trek for a kid, so she slooooowly followed along behind me in her car, pulling over whenever another car came up behind her to let them pass. A few minutes down the road, my neighbor saw me and asked what I was doing, and I told him I'd missed the bus and had to walk to school. He offered to give me a ride, and then my mom rolled past at like 0.25 mph, rolled down her window and called out, "no, she's walking!" He looked pretty puzzled, but left us to it. She didn't actually make me walk the whole way--she picked me up after about 15 minutes, before we hit a major route that would have made the walk unsafe--but it absolutely had its intended effect. I was so unsettled and embarrassed by the whole thing, I (almost) never missed the bus again.
I feel like if the kid was only 7/8 years old, maybe the mother should have been making sure he woke up on time...
If the kid has an alarm clock they can get themself up. We treat kids like babies until they are 20 nowadays.
Load More Replies...My son got kicked of the bus, I don't even remember why, something stupid little boys do I'm sure . But we decided as a lesson about how riding the bus is a privilege, he had to walk to school. But thinking the unbearable, my husband followed behind him. Now, the kid was a beautiful blonde, blue eyed 5th grader and my husband was obviously NOT his father (he was Japanese). Several neighbors called 911. The Tukwila(WA) police chief was on his way to work and heard the call. And pulled into the school lot right behind my husband. When he found out what was going on, he laughed hysterically & gave my son a lecture he remembered for years. (The husband was actually worried Josh would say "I've never seen this man before in my life") but he knew then he'd have to deal with ME. Kid's 42 now & I still like to remind him every once in a while.
My eldest child used to refuse to get dressed for nursery. So I took him in his pyjamas. He thought it was funny and they didn't mind. Then when he started school... Once the novelty wore off he started to refuse to put his uniform on. So I told him that's fine, I'm happy to take him in his pyjamas. He started getting dressed and he's passed on to his younger siblings that mum doesn't joke about these things.
That’s just makes me so happy my school was an actual safe walking distance away and we didn’t need buses
i used to accidentally lose the remote for the tv (it's now solved by securing the remote to the table with a cord). The punishment was not just to confiscate my ps3, but instead he hid the controller without telling me so i knew how frustrating it was when your s**t goes missing. I guess it makes sense but it felt super weird when you're just used to normal punishments.
This is actually one thing on this list that's an example of great parenting. It showed the child why it was bad what they did and taught them empathy. It's important that children learn to attribute their own emotions to other in controlled and harmless situations to develop empathy.
This and the "write a letter" thing above. It's not about punishment, it's about educating on WHY we do what we do.
Load More Replies...That's how I punished my kid. I never took his PlayStation but I just took the controllers.
In college I had to tie the TV, VCR, and DVD player remotes to the tv because my roommates were CONSTANTLY losing them.
Little bit of velcro tape, and the remote just sticks to the wall next to the TV. Not one time in my entire life have we ever been like "where's the remote?" Because it's either on the coffee table or it's in its spot. And I say that as someone with two kids.
I don't like the idea of punishing kids for something minor that they didn't do on purpose. Something about this one just feels not right to me
The kid didn't lose the remote once or twice. It sounds like it was a recurring thing. He needed something to teach him/her to be more responsible. We should stop acting like kids are these fragile little glass things that should be kept cocooned from any and all consequences.
Load More Replies...For example, a permissive parent is someone who is incredibly responsive to what their child needs, but barely has any demands. So even though they communicate very openly with their kid, they almost always let them decide what to do themselves. These parents usually don’t set expectations, don’t enforce rules, avoid conflict, and don’t provide much guidance.
Contrast that with a neglectful parent who is mostly indifferent to their child’s needs. Usually, this type of parent struggles with self-esteem issues and has trouble forming close relationships with other people. Generally, they are uncaring and unbothered, though not always on purpose.
When I was a senior in high school, I did something stupid (don't remember) so my parents took my car away for a week. I responded with "good, the heater in my car doesn't work" (it was December). My dad went on to drive me and my innocent freshman brother to school in his truck with the windows down for the rest of the week.
Edit: Because this is getting so popular, I feel I need to come clean. This did not actually happen to me... I am the innocent little brother.
Taking away all of his bananas so he won't be able to judge the scale of things?
Load More Replies...I have always been hot-blooded. I still often roll the window down when it is cold outside and never close my bedroom window. (Another reason why my wife and I have separate bedrooms.)
Yeah, I like sleeping with my window open in winter and the fan on, and if I'm wearing clothes instead of pjs it's always a short sleeved shirt!
Load More Replies...No, he just said it was him who did the thing when it was his older brother according to the edit.
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I was bullied by two kids throwing rocks at me. One hit me in the mouth and knocked a baby tooth out.
I took my belt off and hit them in the face and chased them off.
Their parents came to my house and said I attacked their son. Despite my missing tooth they sided with the bullies parents. They spanked me in front of them and didn't allow
me to wear a belt for a week. I also wasn't allowed to talk because I "lied".
I was bullied for years as a result, and it was always my fault for "wanting attention".
Your parents were totally wrong to handle this in this fashion. There was something wrong here and it's not you.
Load More Replies...Crappy parents that wont listen to their own child, you would think they would know if their kid was being honest or not.
Sadly, my parents didn't believe me unless I lied to them. It messed me up as a kid.
Load More Replies...Of course the parents stood up for the bullies. They're bullies and abusers themselves.
I have the rule that I always believe my child over another kid unless there is a reason not to. When they have been caught doing something before, they lose that benefit of the doubt for a while. Many times my kid said one thing and someone else said another. This does get tricky when it's a teacher saying the opposite, but there have been two cases where the teacher turned out to be lying (one was trying to cover her a*s and the other was a sociopath), so I think my policy is probably right. Anyway, two of my three teenagers aren't good liars, so I'm usually able to tell!
I was given the silent treatment for cleaning out the fridge without being asked. My parents grew up poor so I think a full fridge was reassuring even if it was full of gross leftovers and condiments. Still it was a pretty immature way of communicating that to me
I can understand the parents being annoyed if the leftovers weren't spoiled and the condiments were in date.
Sure, but it doesn’t sound like that was the case here
Load More Replies...that is gross. I reward my kids with praise etc if they spontaneously do housework. Which they do.
It depends on how old she was at the time and what she got rid of. The silent treatment may have been better than whatever they really wanted to say.
Load More Replies...Some people embrace authoritarian, aka ‘tough love,’ parenting. Stereotypically, they enforce very strict rules, throw their authority around, and enjoy control. They are incredibly demanding, but aren’t very responsive, meaning that communication is often only one-way. They aren’t much concerned with their children’s feelings. As such, their punishments may be considered to be too stern or even harsh by many.
Meanwhile, authoritative parenting is a healthy blend of permissive and authoritarian parenting. Authoritative parents are incredibly responsive and demanding of their kids. They set clear rules and expectations while also being as flexible and understanding as they can. They value communication. They consider their munchkins’ opinions while also guiding, nurturing, and supporting them.
My mom wouldn't let me eat for more than a day so the only food I got between dinner one night and dinner two nights later was the chinsy school lunch. My crime? My brother was torturing me and made me eat s**t out of the trash and left a mess. She came home from work and was pissed there was a mess so she said we weren't allowed to eat anymore of her food until we learned respect. My brother left that night. 2 days later my uncle came to check on me cause my brother usually watched me and he had left. He asked if I had dinner and I told no and why.....that punishment ended quickly.
I lived a similar nightmare in grade 6 just without the guardian angel uncle nor funding for school lunch. But I did learn that the cafeteria would have to throw away the leftover pizza each day, they couldn't reuse the next day; I struck a deal with the lunch ladies for free leftovers after everyone else had eaten and left to play outside and in return, I would help clean up the cafeteria. The principal caught on about a month into it and shut down my whole pizza hustlin' operation.
WTF? Not feeding your kids what kinda parent would do this as punishment?!
Food is one thing I won't take away. I have made my kids sit in their room, taken their electronics, cancelled going out or seeing friends, and twice I even spanked them. But I will never tell a kid that they have to skip a meal. If it's past bedtime, I'll limit their options to fruit and vegetables, but even then I won't tell them not to eat if they are hungry. A few weeks back I was in Taco Bell and there was an awful mom there. The kid asked for a hamburger and she spent 5 minutes making fun of her for not knowing what restaurant she was in. Then the mom ordered for the kid and she said she wanted something different and they mom told her to go sit at a table or she would get smacked. There was another female adult there too and the two of them just kept laughing about that poor kid. I felt like I was going to cry for this poor child. I don't know how people survive that type of childhood.
Took away the power cord to my PlayStation leaving behind literally everything else. To taunt me I guess? Jokes on them Sony power cords were universal—thank you boom box power cord.
My mum used to do this with my ethernet cable when I was 16. She didn't realise I had a wireless dongle as backup.
I used to get my DS charger taken. I had an extra charger btw and apparently my mom never saw it laying on a shelf right by where the first charger was plugged in
I wouldn't say it was to taunt you - it would be because they thought that was enough and didn't want to carry the whole system off. Like parents "deleting the Internet" by deleting the shortcut on your desktop.
Kids are resourceful in situations like this. I have many stories of things I've done to get around punishments!! (Thank goodness my mom isn't on here)
My first PC (early nineties) had a key lock. My parents would lock it when i misbehaved, but i could unlocked it any time i wanted with a precision screwdriver!
My mother, sick of the fact that sending me to any sort of timeout/grounding where I was alone resulted in nothing (I'd either find a toy, magazine, or nap), one day came to the realization that "Go outside" was an option.
I was repeatedly grounded by being sent outside to play with my best friends instead of playing alone.
My mum used to get frustrated because I used to read when grounded. She knew that taking books away is insane so struggled to punish me.
My kid went through a stage where the only thing that was a punishment was to take away her books. She didnt have a phone yet, didnt really use a computer, didnt care that much about being grounded from TV, so taking away books would be the only real punishment. Obviously i didnt want to take away books. So i didnt know how to punish her. This was a major problem for several years 😑
Load More Replies...My parent once had me lay on my bed for punishment. No books, no drawing, nothing. It was horrible.
I often think quiet time, time out is not a punishment for introverts ..
I always sent my son to the bathroom. The first time he tried flushing many times trying to punish me. I added minutes for unnecessary flushing. Big plus, He couldn't ask for a drink or the bathroom during punishment.
My parents did this too. I was grounded off the computer (during MySpace age) and told to call my best friend to ask if we could have a sleepover over the weekend 😂
"grounded" is such a north american punishment. In SA, I'm sad to say, we still just beat the kid. My own kids are super well behaved so I almost never need to do anything mean. The other day I had them sit in corners looking at the wall. I sat on BP for an hour or so and then asked them if they were ready to be civilised again or wanted to carry on being lame.
Honestly, the nose-in-a-corner is a good punishment for our over stimulated kids these days. They could probably use the break.
Load More Replies...My mother did this to me. I HATED going outside and was (am) very afraid of bugs.
The authoritative parent tends to view punishment through the lens of natural consequences, by allowing things to take their course. Some examples of this can include failing a test if you don’t study for it or not having any dessert if you throw a tantrum and toss out your ice-cream cone. They help their kids reflect on what happened and learn from their mistakes, meaning that they grow up more disciplined and independent than others their age.
I didn't like to eat in the mornings when I was young (8-9 years old) because I had a nervous stomach before school (reasons).
My dad was going into work late and insisted I eat the apple jacks cereal in front of me, he was getting very angry saying things like, "you waste food - you gotta grow up and quit being nervous" because that super helped.
I told him that the apple jacks tasted funny. It really tasted weird and then I saw the small white things floating in the milk and suggested the milk was sour. Obviously he called b******t - got so mad at my 'lie' that he made me eat all of it and drink the milk.
Then I went to school and threw it up and got to go home! Take that Dad!
If this were done to an adult it would be aggravated assault with battery.
@Maltaros - And the kid has their reasons for not eating breakfast. The dad ignored those reasons and insisted that they eat anyways. And then he got mad at them for it. It's not a "i made myself throw up" when the milk was sour.
Load More Replies...Forcing your kid to eat bad spoiled food is horrible. I had a friend whose dad forced him to eat spoiled veggies that made him very ill, and he hated vegetables for the rest of his life, and had a heart attack at 32. It taught me as a parent that I would offer food, but all my kids had to do was take a decent taste of it. If they didn't like it, that was okay. I let it go.
It teaches children that food can be something to worry about, to dread meal times.
Load More Replies...Geeze. My daughter can't eat until she gets to school, while my son is ready to eat when he opens his eyes. It's just how everyone is, almost like kids are individual people. And really? Dad is going to pour milk into cereal without smelling it first? I wonder how many times he's poured himself some sour milk? Seriously as soon as I take off the cap I gently and quickly squeeze the bottle/carton abit to get out the gasses, then if it still smells gross, it's spoiled milk. It takes 2 seconds of Dad's day and he could have avoided a sick kid.
My mom did this to me with runny scrambled eggs when I was young. I said I was going to be sick, that I didn't feel well and she forced me to eat them. Neither one of us ended up happy when I threw them up on my plate and all over the table. She was so mad and said I deliberately made myself sick. Yeah, ok, sure mom, that's because I love the taste of throw up more than eggs. Ugh.
Forcing kids to eat when they are not hungry or can't because their stomachs are messed up just leads to eating issues when they are older. I never force my kid to eat when he isn't hungry. You wouldn't do that to an adult, so why would you to a kid?
Geeze. My daughter takes a few hours before she is ready to eat. My son is ready for food the moment he opens his eyes
Reminds me of one morning when I had a really upset stomach. My grandfather didn't believe me when I said my stomach hurt and told me to hurry up and eat breakfast to get ready for school. My breakfast was a sliced apple. I barely managed half of it (with him complaining that I was eating too slow) before I had to make a break to the kitchen to throw up. Didn't make it. It looked like someone spilled rotten applesauce on the floor. Needless to say, he took me more seriously about my stomach after that.
This is abuse. Another one that I really hope is fake because it sucks to think a parent would do this.
We had to tell my dad the milk had gone sour. He didn't have good taste buds. He did believe us and didn't make us use the milk for our cereal. He made us pancakes instead.
Growing up I had a set of children's science encyclopedias. My Mom would pull one at random off the shelf and make me read it cover to cover (they were roughly 100 pages each). Once I said I was done, she would turn to random pages and quiz me. If I got more than 2 wrong, I had to go read it again. I guess that's why I have a ton of useless information in my head.
So sad, that she made learning a punishment. I used it as a reward, games, presents (books), " go and read a book and I will bring you a snack" type of attitude. We still share interesting facts.
My kids have to do this kind of thing but it is time-limited and is used as payment for computer games. If you want to play computer games you have to do 1 hour of some or other learning task.
My dad once decided I had to read Great Expectations as a punishment for something. Halfway through he could tell I hated it and told me I could stop. He realized he had turned reading into a punishment, which wasn't this goal (he's an English professor and getting us to love reading was important to him). One day I need to finish that book, but I'm stubborn and haven't picked it up again...
I actually read the encyclopedias my dad got us when I was a kid, A-Z, cover to cover because I was interested in all kinds of knowledge.
We had a full set of World Book Encyclopedias, including the Child Craft. We would read them when we were bored.
There's worse punishments. Especially when I was the weird kid doing this for fun.... lol. But still. A little much.
I used to stay up all night reading when I was a kid, to the point where I’d fall asleep in class the next day because I hadn’t had more than a short nap. My parents tried enforcing a lights out time. They tried taking my books away from me. I always found a way to sneak it back, or to sneak a light source. Sometimes I’d just get a different book. Eventually my father made a wooden box. It was big enough to hold any book in the house, and it contained the loudest alarm I have ever heard. At bedtime, my book would be taken away and placed in the box. The box would be placed on my windowsill. And as soon as the lid was opened the alarm would go off and wake up not only my family, but also our neighbours, and one time even the people across the street, who happened to have their windows open at the wrong time. I started sleeping properly after that.
I used to get under the covers and use my alarm clock as a makeshift (and very poor) light source to read after bedtime.
I used to have a light up saint patricks day unicorn horn that I would use to read after my bed time.
Such things didn't work for me, but step mother tried. Turns out that in combination with everything else, sleep disorder! Not discovered until I was 26 because no one ever thought that the anxious autistic bean could possibly have a sleep disorder too!
I just found a torch, so I could read under the covers. My brothers testing the bedside lamp for a hot/warm bulb didn't work either.
My mother gave up and told me she did not care what time I went to sleep, but I had better get up for school. I did not need much sleep in those days anyway!
I had insomnia. Mom had insomnia. Dad thought he could yell it out of us. We told countless military doctors and they had no advice. I don't know if it wasn't clearly understood at the time or what. Mom and I didn't get help until it's too late. We still have insomnia. At least now we know how to try and work through it correctly.
My mum confiscated my IEC cable so I couldn't use my computer. 4 days later she found a mouse in her shoe and I negotiated an early release of the cable in exchange for a rudimentary pest control service.
Not me but my sister had a situation where the entire bathroom started smelling like pee. She cannot figure this out so the next couple weeks she smelled and looked for the cause of this. Well she eventually found out that her two sons six years old and seven years old would stand in the bathroom tub and pee from the tub into the toilet and of course pee got everywhere. Once she found this out the punishment for the two boys was they having to sit down every time they had to pee. She would occasionally follow them to the bathroom and listen and if she heard what sounded like people standing she would add another month on to the punishment.
The better punishment would have been to make them deep clean the bathroom every time it happened from then on, and then later put them on a cleaning schedule so everyone cleans the bathroom regularly and they learn to respect other people by not causing more work. This is not really smart, but all they learn from this is to do what they want anyways unless forced to behave without understanding why it's bad
My husband and son told me that it was too hard to look at what they were doing in the middle of night. I told them they either sit down to pee, or clean the bathroom. To his credit, my son didn't sit, and cleaned the bathroom. Once.
Load More Replies...my stepson used to pee all over the floor and toilet everytime, making such a mess and would never clean up after himself. I got tired of it so I made him hand scrub the toilet and bathroom floor once. The problem stopped immediately.
How is sitting down to pee a punishment? I am an adult man who sits to pee because it keeps everything cleaner (pee-free) and the seat is never left up. My wife really appreciates it, too.
I think this should be normal, honestly. As an older sister of 2 brothers that shared a bathroom with them, yes, I definitely think this should be normal.
Load More Replies...it's not a punishment. My kids were not given the option. I told them (a) women hate the seat being up and (b) you can't aim so (c) you will ALWAYS sit except in public restrooms because they're vile.
That is not a punishment. A toilet which is used by woman and man is always only for sitting down. In my family, my mother was the only women. All man sit down always. No excuse. Standing up peeing splatters it in one meter around. (That is approx 6 bananas, just for scale)
It is far better for boys to sit and pee - less chance of missing, plus it gives their legs a break.
I've started to think that standing and peeing in a toilet is wrong. It splashes everywhere and makes a mess even if you have decent aim. Urinals, yes. Of course, I still pee standing because it's takes too long to drop my pants and sit and, I don't clean the bathroom.
You get way more splash back from a urinal than you do from a toilet
Load More Replies...I used to babysit three boys. IIRC, the little one was in potty training phase when the mom noticed the boy's bathroom smelled strongly of pee. Turns out the older two were peeing IN THE TRASH CAN instead of the toilet because boys are gross!
I was having a literal fistfight with an older cousin (he was a prick. Still is, actually).
My papaw grabbed us both by the shirts, dragged us out the back door and said we couldnt come back in the house until one of us was no longer standing. Seriously encouraging an 11 year old girl and 15 year old boy to beat each other shitless.
So we beat each other shitless.
He finally just laid down on the ground because we got thirsty and tired. We got to cone back inside.
Had 2 nephews, a year apart in age, refuse to get along. Every time I had to babysit them it was constant fighting. I knew what their problem was, but the parents decided no therapy. Tired of it one night, I led them both outside on the back porch. The porch was over the water with no stairway off it. I went back inside and closed and locked the glass door. Told them to fight it out and they were only allowed back in when they agreed on who was the winner. They were so shocked that an adult would do this they banded together to change my mind. I sat in a chair rocking the baby and eating mini marsh mellows as they desperately explained to me how making them fight was wrong. After putting them through some intense negotiation of games/TV/Movie time and the loss of those if they fight around me again...we came to an agreement and I let them back in. After that, they didn't fight around me. We did pack in a lot of fun things during those times as there was no longer time wasted fighting.
Parents teaching violence as the answer to conflict is why the world is so f*cked up now.
Teaching that violence is the first and only answer, then yes I agree. But to uniformly say that violence is NEVER the answer, is to basically live in La La Land. Sometimes the world deals you a Hitler, or a Stalin, or even just a John Wayne Gacy type, and the best solution is to forcibly remove their evil from the world of the living. Plus sometimes you just need to stand your ground against a bully, which very well can lead to a fight/violence.
Load More Replies...When my brothers fought, my Dad said they had to stand out in front of the house and kiss and make up. It was great
My stepfather did this with my sister and me. It didn't solve anything.
My dad got caught with a carton of cigarettes, his dad made him smoke the whole thing and that put an end up that. I don't think I'd do the same, but his dad was like that. Take off the belt and all that.
Maybe he might have been. If they were approximately equally matched. But with about four years of seniority on the cousin's side? And "no longer standing"? WTF?
Load More Replies...My Grandpa had that rule. If we were going to fight, do it outside. He didn't want us breaking Grandma's stuff. Of course, there were 20 of us grandkids, so maybe he'd just had enough of trying to get us to behave. So, we'd go out, get it out of our system, and go back to being friends.
Dunno if you know, but that word (g*psy) is an ethnic slur against Romani people
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I started working on my homework late, so my mom made me stay up all night "since i didn't care about sleep". I was a sophomore in highschool....
I said something along the lines of "studying an hour earlier would really help my future, clearly worked for you since you're so successful as a part time librarian who thinks vaccines cause autism and no real friends". She cried but wouldn't budge on the whole no sleep thing. My dad woke up and just said "be nice to your mom" and "let him sleep that's just insane".
what's a sofomor again? is that like grade 8? can't you just say "was 13" or something? I assume you know that on earth there are literally 7560 MILLION people who do not use this terminology?
Sophomores is the second of high school. Typically 14-15 years old.
Load More Replies...My mother tried to lecture me on not doing my year 11/12 homework. Apparently, pointing out that she is really in no position whatsoever to lecture me about homework, when she didn't even finish year 9; was not the appropriate response and she started crying. It's been 15 years, and I still see no flaw in my response.
Maybe your Mum simply wanted better for you and the fact she cried over your comment suggest she regrets, and is probably still embarrassed about, not continuing her education. Learning to look at something from someone else's position is a part of education too and your "flawless" response suggests you still haven't learnt that particular lesson 15 years later.
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I said I hated one of the girls in school. 'Hate' was a bad word. I had to invite her over and be nice and get to know her. She was a b***h at age 7 and she's still a b***h at 31. It wouldn't seem too weird since they were trying to teach me that people have value or some s**t like that (idk, I don't have kids), except that recently the girl was mentioned in conversation and my mom ranted about what a little s**t she was as a kid and how she was an example of a girl that needed to be slapped for the nasty things she said. What the f*****g f**k Mom?
In life, sometimes we have to deal with cünts. Think that may be the lesson, no sure. Not everyone is nice, no one is perfect.
Seems like a valuable lesson. 90% of the people that you encounter on any given day will be a c**t. Some are just better at hiding it.
Load More Replies...Your mom was trying to give her a chance. Clearly, she was a kid that never became a better person with age or acquaintance.
Your mum had to put up with having the little s**t in her house, and also having to put up with her. Sadly both of you were punished for someone else's behaviour. There's a very good chance that if she was spoken to by the school about the initial incident, it might have been the best agreement that could be reached. Especially when there's another parent involved.
When I was 8-9 or so, y mom was mad that I had taken my sister out to sit in the car to wait for her to drive us to grandma's (I had misunderstood something she'd said and thought we were leaving *right then*, as opposed to later that day). She was upset because she said it was hot in the car and I shouldn't have made my sister sit out in a hot car. So to punish me, she...locked me in the hot car, with the windows rolled up, to show what a bad idea it was. And when she came to let me out, decided I was being too sassy and decided to keep me locked in there even longer.
My mom use to do the same thing with my bedroom, no water or toilet access, and take the shades down from the windows. This doesn't sound like much but then consider that the windows faced west and the Nevadan deserts are no joke hot. She soon learned this was one of her favorite punishment ideas cuz it meant she got peace and quiet time alone with her cigarettes.
straight-out abuse. I'd pee against the door so the passage acquired a p**s smell over time. I'd also graffiti the walls with feces.
Load More Replies...Not every adult should be allowed to parent. Despite what the GOP believes.
This is the strangest punishment I gave my parents. So there was this point in time where the toilet water wouldn’t stop running unless I flip the handle. I would always flip the handle and stay there until the water stops running. However when someone would use the toilet and forget to flip the handle my parents would accuse me. This happened so often; they would always accuse me of what I did not do. So to retaliate I just stopped flushing for a while. I did that until they agreed to not accuse me.
My child hood would have been a blast if I had done even 25% of what I was accused of
You must have been accused of the things I did. I got away with murder, at home and school. I was an experienced sneak and could look angelically innocent on command. Plus lie through my teeth!
Load More Replies...I grew up on a farm. I went into the city one time and stayed with some family. Decided to sneak out and go drinking with the city kids. Someone found out I wasn't in bed and called my mom. So 4 am my mom drives into town and just so happens to see me on the side of the road coming back. Well I got yelled at a bunch and didn't get back to my home in the boonies until ~6 am. It was summer so the sun was starting to come up. My mom's logic was if she couldn't sleep because of me, I couldn't sleep because of her. So there was this field we used to train horses about 2 km from my house. Had a bunch of barrels and stacks of tires as obstacles. So I was kicked out of the house with the doors locked and tasked with putting these barrels and tires against the fence of this huge corral so that we could bring in a backhoe to remove the rocks that surface every couple years. So I walked there and did it, finished at about 10am. Walked home and tried to get back in. So my mom got me to get in the truck with her to go inspect that it was done. Well APPARENTLY she wanted everything against one side of the fence and I had simply move the obstacles to the portion of fence closest to it. So she dropped me off and made me do it again before I had to walk home. So, that f*****g sucked and I learned a valuable lesson about being sneakier
I wouldn’t had move anything in the first place. I would had spent the time walking so far away as possible and not coming back at all. Kick me out of the house once and you don’t need to deal with me again. I was a horrible teenager and I’m equally horrible, proud and stubborn as an adult.
I don't think OP meant like the mom literally kicked them out of the house - would something happen or if they hurt themself I think OP's mom would have let them in again..
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My mom had a period when she met a new guy and married him and wanted to "toughen up" her spolied children. I lived with my dad, but was visiting for summer.
I was 14 and I have always, always hated mushrooms. My mom has always resented this, as we were poor and mushrooms were a good way to fill out stews, pasta sauces etc. and everybody else loved them. She forced me to "taste it" every damn single time, convinced I was just being fussy, making me detest them even more - even today, 25 years later, I can still puke instantly if I taste the texture of mushrooms.
So she makes fried vegetables for breakfast. About half of it is mushrooms, the cheap, nasty canned version. I say I don't want it. She goes on a rant on how spoiled I am and tells me there will be no other food. For context, I have always loved food and eating and was an extremely hungry growing teenager at this time.
I say fine. She then serves me the same portion of woked vegetable-mushroom mix for breakfast, lunch and dinner for three days straight and I refuse to eat each time. The portion had molded after the third day, and then she realised perhaps I'm not just fussy, I can't eat mushrooms.
I love the shrooms but i know plenty of people who hate them. Seems you either love 'em or you hate 'em
Oh dear... my husband 'doesn't mind' them. Oh, or marmite. Contrary sod.
Load More Replies...Where did they live where mushrooms are cheap? Even then, they're technically always expensive because they're mostly water and barely provide any calories. I think they are closer to a spice than a food
Not many calories, but a lot of vitamins and minerals, and filling because our body isn't good at digesting the chitin in their cells. Fresh field/meadow mushrooms cost about 3 to 5 Euros per kilo at present (in Germany)
Load More Replies...My story isn't that bad, I just can't eat anything soggy after having to eat the breakfast corn flakes for lunch, or the jello mixed into the mashed potatoes.
I remember sitting staring at a bowl of soup with barley floating in it for hours when I was in kindergarten
Mushrooms have almost no nutritional content and usually are only good for flavor or texture, so they probably wouldn’t be a good nutritional addition to food and wouldn’t fill you up.
I wondered about that, too. Maybe he means it was cooked in a wok?
Load More Replies...Sounds vaguely like how society treats me for hating onions. "Oh, you hate eating something that makes you cry when you cut into it (natures way of saying don't eat), we'll just put these filthy things in absolutely everything!"
Onions are popular in virtually every cuisine in the world. I give that you may be against them, but you are in a minority and have to understand that they add flavor to foods so you are going to see them in everything.
Load More Replies...Mom did this from dinner one night to breakfast the next morning. But never further than that. It became the 'test' to see if we were just being picky or if we were sick. My favorite was beef and onions in gravy. It was one of my favorite meals growing up. One night I couldn't eat it. Exasperated, mom said I knew it was just going to be there in the morning for me to eat. I said maybe I'd feel like it then. The next morning I didn't want to eat anything. Mom said it was an expensive meal and I needed to tell her before she made it so we didn't waste it just because I don't like it. My older brother said HE was the kid that didn't like it. Mom went pale and ran to get the thermometer.
There's probably stranger punishments that I've received but the one I remember at the moment was being given an avocado to eat. Absolutely hated avocados as a kid just because of how they looked like. Never had eaten one before that. I remember just crying and sitting at the dinner table for an hour because I hated the taste.
Now I'm 21 years old and love avocados lmao
I can relate... as a child could not stand the smell, now i can't get enough of them!
If they're covered in salt, they're amazing. But I didn't figure that out until my mid 20's. I am still yet to ever have eaten an orange, and I'm 32.
Load More Replies...I was such a picky eater as a little kid, my dad wouldn't let me leave the table until I ate everything on my plate. Everyone would be in bed and I'd still be at the table not eating. After a few times of this, the 7 year old me, didn't have to go through that anymore. I dislike even more food as a 50 year old
I was the same with asparagus. Told my Dad I didn't care for it and it made me gag. I was 15-16? He made me eat about 8 stalks before I puked ALL OVER the dining room table (where people were still eating, guests included). I just stood up and said, "I f*cking tried to tell you, but OH NO, you know me so much better than I do" and left to take a shower. He never made me eat it again. Now, I love it and will make myself a plate for dinner. Not sure who cleaned up the table, but it sure as hell wasn't me.
I don't get why parents force kids to eat stuff they don't like. Kids are aloud to not like certain things, just like adults.
I was the same way with asparagus. Now I could eat them every day.
If I didn’t eat my bland and unseasoned frozen to boiled vegetables, my parents made, I would have to sit at the table until they were eaten or until it was bedtime. I actually still don’t like most veggies, unless they’re emulsified and added spices or in smoothies with sweet fruit to mask the bitterness.Turns out I’m a super taster and anything slightly bitter tastes ridiculously bitter to me. I also have a problem with food textures. I know, it’s weird, it sucks and I so wish I could just eat normal fresh veggies cooked properly. I’d never serve my fam crappy boiled veggies with no seasoning.
Pulling weeds. And when your done, ask the neighbors if they have weeds to pull.
My mom made me pick dandelions but the joke was on her because I enjoyed it. And I was being blamed for something my sister did but I didn’t mind. I was actually a quiet and respectful child who didn’t disobey.
I was 15, went clubbing. Lost my purse and had to call my dad to come and get me from a VERY rough club whilst i had also popped an ecstasy tab. (It was the 90’s ha ha) he took me home, lied to m mother and watched over me all night. Then woke me at 7am and said up you get you’re mowing the lawn this morning or I’ll tell your mum. I was so ill, then after I thought I was done and tried crawling into bed he laughed and said oh no you don’t the old ladies at number 12 and 28 need theirs doing too. I could have killed him, but it worked. Miss you pops
You got paid? We used to pick up gumballs (from the sweet gum trees, my grandparents had several). My cousins, sister, and I would then divide into teams (sibling vs sibling), send one team across the road, and proceed to throw them as hard as we could at our siblings before cleaning them up once again (not from the neighbor's yard though).
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The lawnmower broke so I had to cut the grass with a pair of scissors
May I ask why did they make you do that? Did you break the lawnmower or are/were your parents just extremely controlling
I swear some of the old fellas in my street do this, God forbid the lawn grows 1mm
theres a guy on my street who we call mr scisscors bc his lawn is so neat
Load More Replies...Me too! One of my mother's favourite punishments for me for a perceived fail. I never did anything wrong but I got punished anyway.
My guess is he/ she had something to do with the lawnmower breaking, and they were madder at it breaking than it them, because money. So cut the grass with scissors and do what the lawnmower should have done because the f*****g thing broke.
My guess is that the parents *thought* they had something to do with it whether they were right or not. OP said it broke, not that they broke it specifically. Probably just broke while they were using it.
Load More Replies...We had clippers to cut the grass/weeds at the fence. I did something and my punishment was to clip down the length of one side of the yard. Latter that summer us kids were all in trouble at the same time. So, we three were told to go clip the fence lines. There wasn't enough clippers to go around. I borrowed my moms pinking shears. Dad got a weed eater, mom got new shears, and us kids never got that punishment again.
Not enough information to make that kind of determination. Not everything is abusive.
Load More Replies...My school punished chronic late-comers by making them pick rocks from the school garden (for only 10 mins).
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Took away my orange juice.
I f*****g loved orange juice.
Wish my parents would take away my juice. I'm allergic and hate the taste yet they're abusive and controlling and threaten me with hospital if I don't drink it. I'm a minor, can't do anything :/
I'm left-handed and my mom mentioned when she was frustrated with me I'd get tasked with opening canned food. So if I just happened to be a little s**t *AND* there was canned food that needed to be opened at that same time, I'd be the one doing it. My left-handedness made this task difficult and frustrating, this equaling out her frustration I guess. I'm better at opening cans now BTW.
How many cans needed to be opened in your household? I think we open like 4 or 5a month
Left handed can openers are a thing. But yeah, how many cans do you open nowadays?
I used to date a lefty. She was making dinner one night and I heard her complain about the hand held can opener, because she was frustrated with it. Later that night, I went on Amazon and bought her a left-handed can opener. I can still see her eyes in amazement when I handed it to her 2 or 3 days later. She had no idea it even existed. Needless to say, she was very appreciative. 😁😍
Load More Replies...Stock photos strike again! Loving all the pull-tab cans to obscure why left-handedness matters
Yes, I understood the mention of left handedness only after I saw your post. 99% of canned food I use have that pull-tab so no wonder I didn’t get it.
Load More Replies...Sometimes though that can opener likes to spin on the same spot 500 times before moving on
To be fair i am also left handed and find some can openers and scissors hard to use because they are made for right handed people
I'm a south-paw and never had a problem with manual can openers, but maybe because my dad was also left-handed and I learned from him? Probably, but I don't remember. I also could/can open jars and bottles easier than my right-handed brother LOL
1. Your family ate that much from cans? 2. Why would being left handed be a problem opening cans ?
Pull-tab cans are a relatively recent thing. In the 70s and 80s, using multiple cans per meal was quite common. Also, the majority of can openers, like most things, are made for right-handed people.
Load More Replies...I couldn't wash my car for two weeks. I am a car enthusiast and come from a family of them. I was in high school and I wanted to go to my friend's. My Dad told me I couldn't because it was St. Patrick's day and there would be more drunk drivers on the road. I went anyway. He goes to work the next day or day after and sees there is some tar and dirt on my car. He knew I had gone because he drives by my friend's house on his way to work. He told me I couldn't wash the car for two weeks. It drove me nuts. Then once the time was up, he made me wash the car even though it was going to rain in a few hours.
OK... I mean, for me, a vehicle is a tool, not a toy. But I'm not going to gatekeep. That being said, this seems out of place with the punishments others had meted out on them.
Unless you live by the sea or in a place that salts the roads in winter, washing your car is a waste of time and resources. They're tools meant to get us from one place to another. They don't have to be clean for that. Besides, that natural patina of road grime protects the paint... right? XD
Yes I can’t remember the last time I washed my car and I live at the end of a gravel road. Edit: we salt the roads in winter, but still wont wash my car, because it really doesn’t help much.
Load More Replies...OCD is a mental illness which affects all aspects of life. Look it up. No, I don't have it.
Load More Replies...Not me but saw a parent the other day shout at her child because she's run into the road to retrieve a toy that had fallen. Not a problem but to teach her 'that no toy was worth injuring yourself for' she proceeded to force her to throw the toy in the bin and say she was binning all her toys when she got home. Thought this was unnecessarily cruel!
I threatened to throw my son's "catty" (stuffed cat toy) in the bin when he was pretty little because he kept throwing it all over the street. His distraught face, and the look of panic... that was the first (and not the last) time I properly apologised to him. Parents make mistakes too, especially in the heat of the moment, but they should at least admit it
thanks for apologising to your kid. I have also gone overboard on discipline sometimes and I instantly apologise when I see the kid has actually hurt feelings.
Load More Replies...That would have made me intervene. I couldn't watch that, seriously. I'd have taken the toy out, screamed at the mother and told the kid I would take care of the toy like it was my own, and maybe someday they'd find each other again.
Mine too. When I was 3 my father threw my bear out of an upstairs window because I was tired and crying. Well, that didn't calm me down as I was distraught for my poor bear! My eldest sister (9 at the time) was furious and told him to get my bear back (she knew I'd done nothing actually wrong). He wouldn't (he was a petty man) but I love her for trying. My mother, though, was fond of this bear so she got him and then hid him from my dad and ME - and never gave him back. I found the bear hidden in a drawer when being sneaky many years later. I used to visit him in secret.
Load More Replies...Makes me think of the insane mother who sold all of her kid's belongings on eBay because she was 4 and had a tantrum, as 4 year olds do.
Step father tried spanking me... when I was 16. Apparently the confusion on my face made him angry enough to go in for a second spanking, which just made me even more confused.
My dad tried that on 15 y/o female me after he hadn't been home for a month and I clocked him out cold, took pictures after placing a vodka bottle in his hand and showed it to his older brother and our preacher. Never touched me again.
spanking kids was made illegal in our country like 20 years ago, if my memory serves well. (SA). Obviously people still do it, especialy the rightwingers and christians. But it's technically illegal.
There are plenty of "illegal" things people do and even more "legal" things they shouldn't do
Load More Replies...I made this mistake, my dad use to spank me if I was naughty, and that was terrifying, when he passed away my mom tried it, but that didn't hurt so I started smiling, she realized it was not working, and came up with other ways to discipline me, like taking away my mouse and keyboard, that I could feel. Should have just pretended that her spanking me worked.
My parents would make me sit in the living room. I'd spend a lot of time in my room playing on the computer, so when I got in s**t they made me sit in the living room.
I also had a month long runescape ban and a month long ban from Halo Reach because my grades dropped.
They knew how to punish me.
When I was 10 I got really mad at my mom and I stormed to my room and slammed the door shut. As I always do when I am mad, I took a nap. When I woke up, my door was completely gone. Didn’t get it back for another month.
I went another way. I put padding in the door frame. Means he doesn't get the satisfaction from slamming it so he doesn't do it now.
That is genius. Excuse me, i have to go buy padding strips
Load More Replies...my brother did this... stormed out, slammed the door.. caught his finger and chopped the end of it off. No-one slams doors in our house after that.
My sister and I were having a harmless enough argument but as I went to stomp out the room she slammed the door violently behind me - catching my finger. Didn't chop anything off but it split down the middle like a cooked sausage and swelled like a cartoon injury. You know what? I got told off for screaming when it happened (it flipping hurt!). No-one said a word to my sister.
Load More Replies...My kids slammed their door one time too much and it fell off.. We didn't put it back for a while. There it was standing against the wall reminding them that we parents don't make these stupid rules (ie. don't slam the door) just for their inconvenience.
I say "if you slam that door one more time I'm taking it down!" at least once a week. We all know I won't.
Growing up I was absurdly pasty and I am also ginger. I was at the barber and the barber suggested that the next time I get my hair cut that they bleach it as it would look really cool when my hair started to grow back out and you would have the red hair with the white tips. I agreed purely out of being super awkward and shy and felt uncomfortable saying no. So me and my mom get in the car and I tell her I don't want to do it. After a short argument she gives me an ultimatum. I either do it or I am grounded for same period of time that it would take for my hair to grow back out if I had bleached it.
I've let my kids choose their haircuts from an early age. If they look stupid, that's up to them. My mum allowed me to do the same. Forcing that cråp on a kid is bad juju.
Father blew a gasket after having my hair cut at a friends place, as it is his job, uhm, my stepsister cut our hair with the clippers...
Load More Replies...My mom put a baby gate up right before you could walk in the kitchen. I needed to move some books in my room but I was too lazy to walk pass the kitchen. I placed a heavy pile of books right before the gate. My mom yelled at me for not putting them away so I had to hold the books high above my head for one hour. I couldn't drop my arms. It was damn heavy. A neighbor walked in and saw me standing there Him: Uh, hey. What's going on? Me: *struggling* I should've put the books away.
Yep. For such a minor thing. There are humane and suitable ways to punish a child. This is not one of them.
Load More Replies...At age 10 I broke one of our windows by hitting already broken toys with a baseball bat. I had to come with to Home Depot to get a new window and tell every one of the workers there what happened. They just sorta laughed as they called more employees over and shy little me was very uncomfortable. Also had to clean the entire basement.
Ha, I broke so many garage windows when I was a kid. Soccer balls, arrows, etc. After maybe the 3rd time, I had to pay for each one. I think a lexan (clear plastic, which was less expensive and more durable than a glass one) window was like 10-15 bucks, which would come out of the money I earned from chores/etc. I still kept breaking windows, but at a MUCH slower rate than before lol
When I was about 8 I had horrific night terrors every single night. When it was close to bedtime, I would start getting uncontrollably upset and not want to get into bed and I would cry and beg to stay up because I knew what would happen when I fell asleep. My mom was gone one night and my dad was pissed that I kept crying so he put me in a small room we had in our garage for a couple hours until my mom was about to be home when he brought me back in. I don't remember if it was winter but I do remember that it was cold enough to see my breath.
Yeah. This is child abuse. This is ILLEGAL
Load More Replies...I'd get shut in the shed... wasn't always for long but there was literally no standing room so I'd have to drape myself across several bicycles. This was at night. On a farm. With rats.
When I was 12 or so I got caught watching porn on my phone. They took my phone, and since I didn’t see what I did wrong (I also had some attention issues so this is the result of acting out for attention as well but at the time my reasoning was that I didn’t do anything wrong) I took my phone back. They took my door, and everything else in my room too. I had a change of clothes for every day of the week, a mattress, sheets, and my chinchillas cage/things left in my room. I also had a book but I’m pretty sure I hid it in my underwear so I would have at least one book.
Oh also one time someone ate some chocolate that was supposed to be for s’mores and neither my brother or myself would fess up and say we did it. So he stood us in the living room and told us to hold our arms up so we were in like a ‘T’ position. He made us stand there for an hour and a half before my brother finally started crying and said he did it. To this day I’m not sure it was even him.
Edit: another story
Which makes it unconstitutional
Load More Replies..."To this day I’m not sure it was even him." - this. This is the insidious result of mental torture at a young age. My mother once broke a glass and I rushed into the room to ask if she was okay. I said, literally, "mommy, are you okay?" She looked up with absolute hatred in her eyes and yelled at me that I didn't care if she was okay or not, I just wanted to see if she broke one of "my" glasses. I'm 46, and to this day I can't remember if that's how selfishly I was thinking or not. I would say 1) not, and/or, 2) it didn't matter what I was THINKING but what I SAID.
I don't know if this is the "strangest," but my dad picked me up and threw me at a wall once. That was cool.
What did the person do? I mean, if he was knifing his brother or such, could be justified. Anything less than that is insane though.
OP has stated in reply that it was indeed child abuse, so likely nothing.
Load More Replies...OMG, the stock photo! A Dad throwing a kid way up into the air.
My mom found out that I told people I was an atheist at school (7th grade). She made me sit at the family computer for hours googling atheism until I admitted that it was a cult. Then I had to tell everyone at school I was Methodist the next day.
Cool, mom.
Forcing religion on kids should be a crime. If my kid comes to me and says "I'm Buddhist, Muslim, atheist, Taoist", it's their choice. Have fun with that.
It should be a crime. And that's a sizeable portion of what all religions teach is to force it on people, "save them", regardless of their age...or how much they try to resist. And, unfortunately, it would have to a worldwide law that children cannot be indoctrinate or else cults would just send their missionaries to go harass children in other countries that don't have such a bill. Someone is getting a holy book shoved down their throat one way or another. 🤣
Load More Replies...Exactly. Forcing someone to believe in little green men on Mars is a cult. Insisting someone worship an unseen being whose existence is not logical is a cult. Atheism is not a cult.
Load More Replies...Yep! Plus all she really taught her child is that lying can be prudent at times, especially to certain types of parents.
Load More Replies...Ah yes, the cult of atheism. Demanding you donate no money to anyone, and committing terrorist attacks in the name of nothing.
Atheism is the furthest thing from a cult. It is actually: I'm not a member of any of you're cults, I don't believe in your imaginary friends.
I always told my kids that they could choose if they wanted to be religious, regardless of which faith, when they were adults. I believe in God but never go to church. God is wherever I am and I don't need a church for that. All 3 are atheists and that's absolutely fine by me
I opted to watch TV instead of do my homework one time. That weekend, I was forced to watch the Home and Garden network (HGTV), which was THE WORST as a kid.
My parents used to make me give them my books when I got in trouble as a child because that was only thing that would bother me when taken away. I like to read
After being told to pick up the dog s**t from the backyard (we had two great Danes) for a couple of weeks, my dad made my brother and I pick all of it up with our bare hands. We got very acquainted with the many stages of dog s**t, from solid day old ones, to the white on the outside green on the inside ones, to a semi fresh diarrhea one. We were lucky though. My mom talked him down from having us pick it up with our mouths. He was a drill instructor in the Marines. He treated us worse than the recruits at many times.
When I was in elementary school my mom had to approve my outfits every morning. I would always try to wear short sleeved shirts in the dead of winter because I hated being restricted in long sleeves lol. One day I was running late and ran past my mom with a short sleeved shirt in February when it was freezing. As punishment, my mom made me wear a long sleeved shirt every single day until the end of the school year. I was sweating my A*S of when it came around to June.
My parents STILL do this to me (I’m 18) because they don’t want me going out in “rags” (aka, anything any clothes they don’t like the look of on a particular day). Their excuse is that if I go out dressed in “rags” I “look like no one loves me”. Unfortunately that is just the tip of the iceberg and I’m planning on getting out of that house as fast as possible
My mom was/is like this. I just turned 34, & let me tell you... Set boundaries when you can/once you leave or she will continue to find ways to control you. Even if it's just make you feel like s**t. I left as soon as I could, & even now.. I got fake eyelashes for the first time a while back and was so proud.. I don't do things for myself as much as I should or would like to.. And she always makes me feel s****y. She sees me and all she says (through the car window because I was just picking my son up from her and didn't get out of the car) "hm.. They're a little long don't you think?" or when I get a haircut (I've had bangs since as long as I can remember, sometimes they're fresh & shorter) "hwats with the bangs /hair", got a new car for the first time ever "I don't care for the color"... Like, b***h nobody f*****g asked you! Anyways,saying what you choose is 'rags' which is something you have deep rooted to be something [not good enough] , it's crappy, especially since ur grown.
Load More Replies...part of the issue here is apparently women feel the cold more. This is why it's always your mom who wants you to bundle up. https://www.pfizer.com/news/articles/cold_wars_why_women_feel_the_chill_more
I used to make a lot of macaroni and cheese because it was the only thing I knew how to cook. I made some and ate about half of it before I got full. I left some of it in the sink. My dad got irritated at me for wasting it and I explained that I couldn’t finish it all and the leftovers suck. The next day I walk into the kitchen and I go “dad where’s the Mac and cheese” And he said “I took it away.” TL;DR - He took away my Mac and Cheese.
Here's mine: Came out as gay at like 12. Not allowed to leave the house, use a phone or computer for the whole summer. All phone calls were monitored. A summer with no friends or entertainment. They're much more accepting now but that sucked. Being alone still makes me panic.
I remember the one and only time I threw a temper tantrum Mom picked me up and threw me out of the house into a snow bank. I just remember being so shocked. No real harm was done and I never tried that again. 🤣
My parents would pull over and start making out when my siblings and I would argue in the car. Only took a couple of times before all they would have to do is lean toward each other if an argument was brewing. They were absolutely brilliant.
You know how Bart has to write the same thing over and over on the board in the opening of The Simpsons? Like "I will not throw rocks." My dad used to make us do that. Once I had to write something 500 times. So I did it in columns. I did 500 I's, the 500 "will not" and so on. When he found out I did it in columns he made me do it again. My mother once made me sit at the table because I wouldn't eat peas. I sat there until bed time. At breakfast, it was a Saturday, she put the peas in front of me. I still wouldn't eat them. Same with lunch and dinner on Saturday. Sunday morning she made pancakes, bacon and eggs and put the peas in front of me. I still would eat them. This went on until Monday. I was so looking forward to school lunch as nasty as it usually was. I didn't make it to lunch. I passed out during recess and when I work up in the nurse's office my mom was there. The nurse asked me if I had any idea what happened and I said, "My mom hasn't let me eat since Friday." The nurse
looked at me funny asked why. I said, "Because I wouldn't eat my peas." The nurse said, "Then I guess you have learned your lesson." She turned to my mom and said, "You can take him home, and I bet he'll eat those peas now. Just make him some fresh ones. We don't want to add food poisoning to this." We went home and I was more than happy to eat those peas. To this day, peas are my favorite. And before you scream child abuse, it was 1977.
Load More Replies...My grandma would chase us throwing babouches at us at the same time. So we had to run in circles around the table while avoiding the flying Moroccan hazard, while trying not to fall because we were laughing our a$$ off. Good times
Starting at age 12, my mother would ground me for no reason nearly every weekend, so she could leave me to watch my sister while she went out drinking and partying with her friends.
My parents would punish me and not tell me, as in taking away stuff without saying it, dumping my trash on my bed if i hadn't sorted it right, etc. Real fun.
Here's mine: Came out as gay at like 12. Not allowed to leave the house, use a phone or computer for the whole summer. All phone calls were monitored. A summer with no friends or entertainment. They're much more accepting now but that sucked. Being alone still makes me panic.
I remember the one and only time I threw a temper tantrum Mom picked me up and threw me out of the house into a snow bank. I just remember being so shocked. No real harm was done and I never tried that again. 🤣
My parents would pull over and start making out when my siblings and I would argue in the car. Only took a couple of times before all they would have to do is lean toward each other if an argument was brewing. They were absolutely brilliant.
You know how Bart has to write the same thing over and over on the board in the opening of The Simpsons? Like "I will not throw rocks." My dad used to make us do that. Once I had to write something 500 times. So I did it in columns. I did 500 I's, the 500 "will not" and so on. When he found out I did it in columns he made me do it again. My mother once made me sit at the table because I wouldn't eat peas. I sat there until bed time. At breakfast, it was a Saturday, she put the peas in front of me. I still wouldn't eat them. Same with lunch and dinner on Saturday. Sunday morning she made pancakes, bacon and eggs and put the peas in front of me. I still would eat them. This went on until Monday. I was so looking forward to school lunch as nasty as it usually was. I didn't make it to lunch. I passed out during recess and when I work up in the nurse's office my mom was there. The nurse asked me if I had any idea what happened and I said, "My mom hasn't let me eat since Friday." The nurse
looked at me funny asked why. I said, "Because I wouldn't eat my peas." The nurse said, "Then I guess you have learned your lesson." She turned to my mom and said, "You can take him home, and I bet he'll eat those peas now. Just make him some fresh ones. We don't want to add food poisoning to this." We went home and I was more than happy to eat those peas. To this day, peas are my favorite. And before you scream child abuse, it was 1977.
Load More Replies...My grandma would chase us throwing babouches at us at the same time. So we had to run in circles around the table while avoiding the flying Moroccan hazard, while trying not to fall because we were laughing our a$$ off. Good times
Starting at age 12, my mother would ground me for no reason nearly every weekend, so she could leave me to watch my sister while she went out drinking and partying with her friends.
My parents would punish me and not tell me, as in taking away stuff without saying it, dumping my trash on my bed if i hadn't sorted it right, etc. Real fun.
