Every family has its own little quirks. That becomes all too obvious when strangers come to live together at some point in their lives. Think of roommates or partners who suddenly realize the most basic daily things, as well as things people think of as normal and acceptable, vary. And they vary greatly.
No wonder people grow up and realize not everything that went down in their parents’ home was actually normal. Insane cases, family rules, habits, and customs can be super weird.
Think of parents who don’t let their children laugh while lying down or kids who were allowed to take just one quick weekly shower; these are among the countless debatable family rules people confessed in these online threads.
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We had to take naps on Sunday. Every Sunday. Now that I'm older I realize that was the only chance my parents had to bang.
My parents tried to make my brother and I nap when we were small. I was too hyperactive so they gave up.
My parents just let us have free reign downstairs, tell us “no interruptions unless blood or fire,” and disappear upstairs for an hour or so.
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We weren't allowed in the house on Sunday afternoons for the same reason.
A "sock tax".
In retrospect, smart. I hated it at the time.
So, I left my dirty socks around the house. I don't know why I would be taking socks off all over the place, I was a damn kid. I guess I was sloppy and it just happened and the socks had to be off right then and there. Parents got fed up with this. And so, to get my dirty socks back, I had to pay a quarter per sock. Doesn't seem like a big deal at first, but it adds up when you're nine years old. Had to literally nickel and dime my way through a few pairs because I was running out of damn socks, I was kind of a sock deserting addict I guess. Finally got in the habit it of picking up my socks for a while and things seemed fine and then hit a heavy relapse.
Parents gave me a big a*s box of my dirty socks for Christmas that year and a few pairs of new ones. Got better after that. Typing this is making me smile, I really love my mom and dad.
When my middle son was at primary school he would run around at play time, get hot, take off his sweater and leave it there. End of year, I went to lost property box and found 12 of his sweaters in there. Office staff were amazed we had waited that long before checking. Son had been wearing lots of hand-me-down sweaters (getting worse and worse) to try to get him to remember to check the box!
My mom did the quarter thing too! But with all laundry that wasn’t in my own room (luckily otherwise I’d STILL be in debt)
I would never give up my money to my parents unless it's for a good reason- I'll just pick up my socks and be on my way..
I hated wearing socks a*s a kid (still do really) but I would just never put them on rather than take them off around the place :)
I have gathered over a dozen pairs of my 14 year olds socks from the back of the car.
That's really weird rule that's a reasonable rule. It teaches you to not be a slob.
I need to do this. My kids hate wearing socks but when they take them off they just drop them and walk off.
My mom wouldn't let me touch my brother. A side hug was ok for pictures and making up after a fight but no cuddly stuff. And her definition of cuddly was him leaning on me on the couch when he's sick. He's 5 years younger than me and we rarely got along so anything like that was rare. It kind of messed with me when I was younger, she made me feel like I was being a pervert but I still had no idea what I was doing. Once on a car trip (I was super sick with whooping cough) I was sprawled across the back seat and my head was touching my brother's leg. She flipped out. "No. No. That's not right. Not ok. Get on your side." He was 10! I was 15! WTF mom??
Guessing mom was also an anti-vaxxer and an idiot. Kids should all be vaccinated against whooping cough and she shouldn't have been transporting a kid with a highly infectious disease in a car with a non sick kid. 15 is old enough to stay home when that sick.
Actually, maybe mum had been assaulted by a sibling and swore it would not happen in her family.... Ours is not to wonder why....
Load More Replies...Clearly the mother has been through some s**t herself, and isn't handling it well. Prayers to all ..
My aunt did this to me and my cousin- I was about 18, and so was he- we were related on Botha sides of the family(mums brother married dads sister) so he was almost like a brother to me- she wouldn't even let us share a room for a night with me on the bed and him on the floor (only one room had air conditioning) - I was disgusted that she'd even considered the issue!
Something terrible must have happened to this mum in her chuldhood. She still might need help.
I wasn't allowed to date black people darker than me.
Because of the many illegal restrictions whites put on Blacks in the 100 years after the Civil War, "passing" (as white, that is) was an issue among families. Some Blacks suffered lifelong trauma trying to hide their Black heritage.
Unfortunately there are way more than 50 shades of racism
Load More Replies...There is a whole cultural within the black community with dating & sex. When I was in the military there were just so many bizarre notions people came up with. I knew some wonderful black women who were lonely due to skin shade, what country their family came from, & even the notion they had too much white in them even if they came from a place where slavery did not affect their ancestors.One African-German girl I knew was always being harassed by African-American men. They treated like she was sort sort of black skinned hillbilly b/c she was actually from Africa.
Very true! No child is born racist it is learned from the actions and words of adults
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No Harry Potter, because of all the wizards.
Now, I could understand the rule except for one thing, I was allowed to play DnD, read LotR, have friends who were literally occultists. But no Harry Potter.
My religious education teacher at school once gave us a lecture when someone brought up harry potter, on how witchcraft was actually real and it's a sin and all that. Cue a class full of 11 year olds staring at her in disbelief 😂
And then heading off to the public library to find books on witchcraft no doubt.
Load More Replies...While the nuns at my very catholic boarding school had absolutely no problem with all of us reading Harry Potter, my "born again" neighbor sure did. Besides Harry Potter books on my shelf, the dragon carved on the chinoiserie cabinet - that's where bad spirits were escaping into our world from and by doing yoga I am inhaling in all the bad spirits into my body. Crazy a*s Miss Nancy, we still keep our regular visits though so she can notify me regularly on all the horrors out there lol
But … “Lord Of The Rings” literally has wizards! Otherwise, what is Gandalf, chopped liver?? 🤣
"No, one or two wizards is ok. But in Harry Potter, there are simply too many!!!1!"
Load More Replies...I dated someone who told his kids Harry Potter was p*rn and would rot their brains. They were allowed to read adult comics with explicit s*x scenes though.
That always gets me. A book about the power of friendship, acceptance, doing the right thing even when it's hard, never giving up and good overcoming evil. I can see why gatekeeping, bigoted religious folk would have a problem with it.
People who believe everything in a book filled with all sorts of 'miracles' and perversions like incest, rape, murder, etc. is 'real' don't want people reading books that are openly fictitious. Okay. Got it.
Well it's not a very catchy or well written book, so the only way to get it to take is to eliminate any potential competition. Or so I've come to believe after a similarly censored upbringing
Load More Replies...Pfft my mom is religious but not like that kind of religious. I mean she didn't like swearing in the house but she didn't care if we watched fantasy movies on TV
Yeah most Christians are totally fine with any fantasy content. In fact I went to a 'Church of the Latter Day Geek' service once, which was cool. Drawing parallels between things that featured in fantasy and sci-fi movies and faith.
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When I was 14 my mum banned me from taking selfies. Said they were unnecessary and self absorbed. This was in 2009 and I hated her for it, all my friends were posting cute 'camera in the bathroom mirror' pictures and I couldn't. Now I am grateful because those pictures are cringey af.
You can't go into a locker room without it being a photoshoot, pretty messed up. I'm not against selfies, but use your own mirror.
nothing wrong with the occasional selfie, like, if you're on holiday or something, but goddamn those duck lipped peace sign selfies in dirty bathroom mirrors were DEFINITELY cringe af.
I struggle to keep a straight face when taking the odd, very rare selfie; just so naff and silly taking your own photo.
Honestly wish I hadn’t. Looked back at my oldest selfie when I was like eleven.😬
I had to chew my food 50 times before swallowing. It is harder than it sounds. Eating soup was a bastard.
Seriously, were they just eating/chewing food all day?
Load More Replies...All for mindful eating but 50 times every time? I don't know if I could swallow it after that.
In my family it was 42 times. I resisted then embarked on a program of malicious compliance. The upside was that the washing-up was done before I finished eating.
Family members were scared of chocking maybe??? I would rather not eat than chew 50 times, you be swallowing tasteless mess after 50 chews 🤦♀️
I can relate. Were you chubby at that time? My mom used to make me do this to lose weight. You don't eat as much that way. It was awful.
I went to a family gathering & they were all telling the young girl to chew, keep on chewing. I wanted to so postal on them. Just let the poor kid eat they way she wants to.
Friend of mine, in Grammar school, told me that her Father was a HUGE Eater, even thought he was as skinny as he was tall, and he chewed his food - like, Forever. Maybe there is something to it....I can never remember to keep CHEWING!
Omg, what?? I’d go on hunger strike first. That’s just ridiculous! 🤨🤷♀️
My Dad would ground us if the toilet paper was put on incorrectly. He wants it to go under. Now that I'm married and in my own house it always goes over.
Did you know, and I know nobody asked, but when toilet paper was patented, it was specified that the toilet paper was supposed to go to the front of the roll, not behind.
It should be in front for ease of use, it should be in back when you have arsehole pets and toddlers that like to spin the roll
Load More Replies...I was sentenced to neverending toilet cleaning duties. My crime, they noticed water droplets on the floor just after I'd been for a pee. Some years later they found out a pipe had a slight leak which had gotten worse. I hated my step dad for this, I was 8 when it first happened.
Did you have cats? If you have cats, it goes under, because that way if the cat starts playing with the roll, it doesn't unwind all over the floor.
The cat we had growing up would pull it down the wall... under did nothing to solve that problem! Though shutting the door did fortunately!
Load More Replies...I don't bother putting it onto the holder thingy, just leave it loose. No-one in my family remotely cares about that level of pedantry, so it works for everyone.
I was told that my friends could not sleep over because they may murder me and my family. My parents have always come up with weird excuses to avoid having an honest conversation.
Had a friend that at 16 her mom made her sleep in her room even though she had her own, and she had to be in bed no later than 7:30- 8:00. And sleepovers? Her mom told her that's where lesbians come from. My friend is a lesbian and never went to a single sleepover. Go figure.
My daughter was away at college. Her & friend went to a guy's home out on a remote farm. He was expecting his folks to be gone all night & they suddenly came home. He freaked out. Really freaked out. He had to get them out of there. The parents saw them & were super creepy. He told them he was going to show the girls the barn. They got outside & made a beeline for his car. They didn't say a word going back to campus. It was like this guy was afraid that his parents might murder them.
I knew someone who's sister and husband couldn't have kids but wouldn't adopt because a friend of hers was murdered by a child they adopted.
what was the honest conversation they were avoiding? If it had anything to do with preventing their kids from being scared for life by a brutal game of "Truth or Dare"--that I can understand.
"Can't costs a quarter!" We weren't allowed to give up on something and say "I can't", and we'd have to put a quarter in this Snoopy bank if we did. She wanted to encourage us to look for solutions and ask for help instead of just giving up. In the long run, I think it helped because I went to school for electrical engineering and am now a web developer where I essentially do problem solving all day long.
I really don't think this is stupid. Working with kids myself, I know how they say this so often, especially girls. And instead of explaining them what self-fulfilling prophecy means, I will make them say "Looks hard, but I'll try."
I just had a flashback to "Do. Or do not. There is no try." Dang, Yoda was a tough taskmaster.
Load More Replies...As someone who was taught to never give up even when things were clearly beginning to meet Einstein's definition of insanity, I can say all it taught me was to fear starting a task in the first place.
For me, it was the necessity that I do things perfectly the first time when growing up that made me not want to start or try anything.
Load More Replies...The idea is good, the execution not so. Using money as the incentive to "keep trying", especially as form of punishment, is pure capitialism. Instead use praise for not giving up as positive reinforcement.
There are definitely cases where it is very much necessary, and quite often there is something else not being said: maybe they didn't understand how to, or they have difficulty but don't know how to express it. The better option would be to ask why they think that they can't.
As long as it's within reason, this isn't bad. "I can't grow wings and fly" or "I can't read and translate the Voynich manuscript" should not cost me a quarter, since they are literally impossible for everyone and any solution would only be in parallel to the original problem, not solving it.
But have you TRIED translating the Voynich manuscript?
Load More Replies...Double bonus: all the quarters can be used as a huge self-reward when you complete something extremely difficult or a really long (weeks/months etc) task. Learning to reward yourself is a great skill
Clever, but the idea of using a kids money is not a good idea. Harsh for a child
Load More Replies...I get wanting children to work things out if they have a problem, but I think parents can get too hung up on the word 'can't'. My mum and stepdad still go on about how often my sister would say it as a kid (and even now). Did they ever try to work with her to solve problems or see the possible underlying reason for her saying it? Her ADHD and ASD definitely was/is a big reason she would say she couldn't do something, without trying at times, because she couldn't naturally look at something from another perspective. I have worked with her on many things through her life that she thought she couldn't do, or couldn't understand, but I took the time to try and explain it in a different way and it helped. I think this is more of a situation where the parents need to change their approach rather than relying on the child to change by charging them every time they use the word can't.
My family had three valid excuses, and if one of those fit a situation, you were no longer in trouble. You still had to deal with the consequences of your actions like cleaning up a mess or whatever, but no extra punishment. 1. Dad... In my defense, you weren't supposed to find out. Maybe my parents were supposed to be out of town until Sunday, but they came back a night early and found my friends and I shit faced and a mess everywhere. "Dad, you weren't supposed to find out. I was going to clean it all up and you'd never know." No longer in trouble. 2. Dad, in my defense... it was funny! This one mostly covered pranking each other. No punishment, but you had to be ready for them to one-up you. 3. Dad... in my defense... there were snakes... Self explanatory.
Okay, the first and third are good rules, the second one is a bit problematic. Not everything is funny for everyone. There are some "prank-videos" on youtube, that are supposedly funny but are borderline criminal. That would not be an excuse i would greenlight for every situation.
Maybe it's an agreed upon consensus between all involved parties? Otherwise, you are 100% correct.
Load More Replies...Rule 1: small stuff maybe, but that could real ugly real fast. "Hey dad, sorry I took your car for a joy ride and wrecked it, and then lied and said it was stolen. You weren't supposed to find out"
Really? "Dad, sorry I lied to you, snuck out the house after you told me to stay in, did flakka with my buddies all night, spent the night with an underage girl, then missed my test the next morning, failing my class...but you weren't supposed to find out!" ...so no punishment because of the "cool" rule, right?
Load More Replies...This rule is not disturbing, it’s cool. AI think in the long run it led to a better ability to stand up for what you have done. And I think that these parents knew very well that that it is firmly anchored in the "job description" of children and young people that they do nonsense from time to time or even screw things up really badly.
-Not me, but my bestfriend who is 18 years old isn't allowed to close her door (even if she is changing clothes) and if her parents catch her door closed, $5 fee. -Also $10 fee if she leaves her bedroom light on. -She's not allowed to watch Harry Potter, Twilight etc.. anything to do with magic, or evil spirts regardless if it is rated G. -Didn't attend Sunday church that morning? Grounded for a week and $5 fee
Aa the super religious nuts. A great way to make your kid move out and NEVER talk to you again
Super religious parents create super atheist children. I wonder why
Load More Replies...That's when you start doing a strip tease every time you undress. Make your parents SO uncomfortable they change the rule!
Dangerous tactic if the father is a hypocrite pervert.
Load More Replies...Religion poisons everything. Everything? No, only everything it gets its sleazy folded hands around.
A friend of mine used to write brilliant fantasy fiction & fanfic, she later married a highly religious guy and was talked into becoming a 'born again' Christian (she was CofE originally - UK) and was then told writing fantasy was a sin, destroy her work and to only write Christian tales. Such a waste of talent and a successful future.
Load More Replies...Okay, but this is the worst one. Bet they don't let her close the door so her creepy a*s dad can...well, you know. Gross.
I wasn't allowed to sit on my bed. I would get into trouble if my friends sat on my bed and crumpled he sheets. They had to stay looking crisp and ironed which is near impossible.
Did you by any chance have to adrress your parents with: “Yes, sir, sergeant, sir?”
"Don't call me sir, I work for a living! The response when you call a sergeant "sir" in boot camp.
Load More Replies...Will you raise by military parents My parents barely cared if my bed was made
I hate anyone sitting on my bed. Street clothes are also not allowed on the bed. There was never any childhood rules about it. I'm just OCD.
hospitals did this sometimes, if you weren't bed ridden you could not be on or in the bed during the day.
Not parents, but grandparents made us do this, we had to sit on the floor at all times basically, except at the table. Hated the summer I spent with them. They had a bunch of stupid rules like this. I was also not allow to shuffle my feet while walking, cuz it bugged them.
My mother has always had a white couch. Big, fluffy, inviting sectional type. No one can sit on this couch, or even breathe near it. God forbid i forget to mention this to company coming over. I have often wondered why the f**k its even there.
My great grandparents had a formal parlor like this, but everything was shades of avocado and lime green and it was wrapped in plastic. No kids allowed ever though
My grandmother had all her furniture wrapped in the plastic. It looked hideous! But, her sofa lasted over 40 years!!
Load More Replies...My neighbor has an entire living room no one is aloud in. It is just for show. They actually put up a rope to keep people from going in. It is also white carpet and white furniture.
WOW. What's even the point of having things if you're not using them?
Load More Replies...I often wonder why people (like my mother) had "good" stuff for special and we kids weren't allowed to touch it. Anything I have is for using, even mom's old precious china cups and saucers. She probably turns in her grave when I have a tea party with my granddaughters and we use the fancy cups and saucers with a matching teapot, cream and sugar. I don't care if one gets broken. I mean - it's so much fun using them. I never understood keeping anything "for good." If I've got it, it will be used and enjoyed.
Many people will rarely or never use their "good" stuff and it will stay hidden away until they die... It is so sad - if you have something nice just use it as often as you can. Yes, maybe it will end up broken at some point but at least you enjoyed it until then. (That being said, I ordered myself teaglasses with hummingbirds on them - they are due to arrive the day after tomorrow and I am already excited to use them!)
Load More Replies...Sounds like a friend of mine from years back, whose parents were filthy rich (but nasty) who finally allowed her to invite her "grubby little" 21-year old friends round to see their new, posh house. The first thing my friend did was open the door to the good sitting room, show us the beautiful, lemon yellow taffeta covered sofa, announce that nobody except her mum could sit on it, and then banged the door shut again before she was found by her mother! Actually, that was probably the least f****d-up thing about that family, now I think about it...
Just a couch? Some families had an entire white living room that kids weren't allowed into :D Never understood the point of having a whole formal room that your family couldn't enjoy.
My neighbors had this. They would use it occasionally to sit with adult guests. I see the point of it now. They had a more casual living room that they used all the time that had a TV in it. The formal sitting room seemed stuffy, but I like the idea of not having a TV in there, otherwise it is often the focus of the room even when it's off.
Load More Replies...My grandmother in law has a white couch, only rule I've noticed is you must put a blanket between it and yourself if you are wearing jeans.
Those of us who grew up in the '50s are familiar with plastic slipcovers. Nasty.
Not really weird but I was never allowed to say I was bored. If I said it too often I was made to sit down and do nothing for about an hour. I learnt pretty quick though that anything was better than sitting and doing nothing!
Eh, wouldn’t it then be like your boss really giving you nothing to do?
Load More Replies...My parents would always give me a list of chores. I learned really fast that being "bored" was better than household chores.
Glad to know I wasn't the only parent who did this. It's a win-win, either something was cleaned, or I wasn't bother further with "I'm bored."
Load More Replies...If we complained about boredom, we were given a job to do. If we were sitting around bickering "Find something constructive to do." Talking happily, fine, playing a game, fine, but fighting or picking on someone was the sign of a child who would benefit from some hard work. We got to recognise the 'about to hand out jobs' look, and it would be swiftly averted with "Mum, can I get the sewing machine out, I want to make dolls clothes?" "[Brother] c'mon, lets go ride our bikes!" "I have a library book I want to read." and everyone would miraculously become busy.
yeah i know. Sittign and doing nothing was torture as a kid, but it is all i dream of and aspire to as an adult.
If my sister and I complained we were bored, we had to iron stuff. I hate ironing and do not own anything that needs ironing!
My mother’s response to a kid saying “I’m bored” was “You know where the vacuum is. Start vacuuming.”
I used to print a math worksheet for my kids if they said they were bored.
You mean, you're not allowed to feel bored because you don't really know what it means to be bored before this punishment? 😳🤔🙄🤦 Regardless, it sounds really cruel to me.
I think it’s more about complaining that you’re bored to your parents. Most likely the child has thousands of toys and probably a nice backyard to play in. It’s fine if you feel bored but you don’t need to complain about it because the parents will gladly find you a chore to do or like this parent, make you sit and learn what being bored really means.
Load More Replies...when my kids say they are bored I easily find them something to do - they never say it again
I can't leave the house after sneezing and I can't do anything new on Tuesdays because I was born on a Tuesday. Crazy superstitions that my mom refuses to let go.
The sneezing thing is something Persians do too! But it was for if you sneezed as you were on your way out. So you had to wait a few minutes before you left. The reasoning was that it prevented something bad (like a potential accident) from happening to you. My dad’s friend was adamant that doing this prevented him from being involved in a huge car accident on the highway, had he left 3 minutes earlier (it was like a pileup)
That's just sad, your mom needs to let go of those superstitions bc it can really mess u up..
My mom is like that, full of crazy superstitions and it gave me so much anxiety. Always wondered if I was going to screw up and cause myself bad luck somehow. One day I said F it and I just quit following all of them. I’ve been so much more at peace.
Load More Replies...What bad thing was supposed to happen if you sneezed except maybe wetting your pants?
Ok, reading some of the other comments I can kinda get where a superstitious person might come up with the sneezing & leaving paranoia. But not doing anything new on the weekday you were born on? That's the first day that everything you do is new. I don't understand that one..
My mum wouldn't let me use the dishwasher well into my teens in case I slipped, fell on the open dishwasher and stabbed myself on knives.
She also didn't like me getting things for myself. If I asked her where the chopping board was she'd not tell me. I'd say "just tell me and I can get it" but no, I had to wait for her to stop whatever she was doing to get it for me. It drove me nuts because if I kept asking to get it myself she's shout that I was being demanding. How is wanting to not bother you and be independent in the simplest sense demanding?
my mom does the same. why? knives get dull when the sharp/pointy end is in the basket. the basket gets damaged by the blade.. so she prefers stabbing herself at least once every week....
Load More Replies...Total helicopter mom, she intentionally or unintentionally trys to keep you as unindependent as possible so have you habe to stay longer around your mom. Learn as many things by yourself as possible especially if she tries to stop you.
My sister stabbed herself in the knee after dropping a spoon into the dishwasher. When she knelt to retrieve the spoon, she knelt right on an upturned chef knife. It sucked for many reasons……she ended up off “dish duty” for over 2 months (I had to cover) New rule: knives DOWN…..and when it happened, I had to see my beloved sister’s face turn completely white….I had to keep my cool, take care of her and her wound while calling my mom (911 dispatcher) and wait for my dad (police officer) to show up. She was 10, I was 7……it was terrifying for me. When I grew up, and had kids of my own……they never did the dishes. They are all adults now, and when I visit them, I absolutely HOVER over them while they are doing dishes, making sure KNIVES DOWN! They all think I’m a psycho…😂
When I was ten, I was putting away dishes and actually slipped and fell into the dishwasher and stabbed my hand with a fork. Still have the scar, 18 years later.
This is a great way for your kids to not know a thing about being a capable adult and for them to never want to interact with you much if at all once they move out.
With my parents it was the opposite they wanted us to load the dishwasher and unload it
Not being allowed to cut our hair...it was down nearly to our knees (it was not religious OR cultural, just, idk). Then my mom let my younger sisters cut theirs but I still wasn't allowed. When I turned 18 and finally could, the hair stylist said I had over a foot of split ends she took off.
I wasn't allowed to get my ears pierced until I left home. Cue 20 years later, my father wouldn't even look at my nose ring. Hahaha.
Ditto! My dad had ‘views’, and one of them was that I couldn’t get my ears pierced until I was 18. He died when I was 10, but my mum held out on it. I got my nose pierced age 36, and when she noticed, her eyebrows receded into her hairline… 🤣
Load More Replies...HAVING to get my hair cut. I was in 3rd grade and had hair almost to my waist. There was a lice scare at school, and even though I didn't HAVE lice, my Mom took me in for a pixie cut "just in case". My hair never grew that long again. Cue me at almost 60, sporting a pixie cut.
I'm pretty sure that this would be illegal here Germany, since you're commiting bodily harm to your child if you cut your child's hair against their will...
This was a friend of mine in high school too. She was finally allowed to cut it for the first time as an adult and has never let it grow out again.
Our weirdest rule was the Underwear At the Table Rule. Me and my three sisters were big fans of being naked when we were younger, so from ages 3-8 whenever we'd come home from preschool or school, everything would just come straight off regardless of who was home. So my mother instituted the Underwear at the Table-rule, stating that during dinner everyone needs to be wearing underwear at the very least, otherwise no dinner.
This worked for a while and was later complemented by the rule stating that if you have chest hair, you have to wear a shirt (that one applied more to my dad than to us)
Yeah, skid marks on the dining chairs I find a little off-putting.
Load More Replies...I found the stripping-off-your-clothes part far more weird then the rule itself.
My daughter would strip off when she came home from preschool, too. There for a while I couldn't keep clothes on her. Eventually she outgrew her nudist tendencies (as kids do!)
OK, I've dealt with toddlers wanting to be naked all the time, but once you hit Kindergarten or older that's just weird!
I made friends with a girl in my early teens. When I went to her house, I was shocked to see her prancing around the house (a small house, mind you) stark naked, and her parents just sitting there paying no mind! That was the last time I went to her house. I was SO embarrassed, both for her and for me.
Okay, when friends of the children come to visit, parents should be dressed. Children and teenagers are easily to be embarrassed. Except when the friends also come from nudist families.
Load More Replies...Yea. I'd have a "keep your damn clothes on unless you're showering or sleeping" rule. Weirdos.
Not my family, but my best friend's family would always rinse their ice off with water before they poured their beverage in the glass to "wash off the mechanical bugs"
Plot twist: The mechanical bugs live in the water, not on the ice.
yeah the die in the ice when the water freezes lol.. why am i even in this rn
Load More Replies...did they always rinse their heads off after removing from their butts?
Rinsing Ice before pouring Soda/Pop in the glass reduces the 'foam'. I have no idea the Science behind it but it works.
We rinse the ice, because while in the freezer, anything can attach to to the ice. I've seen fridge debris on ice many times.
If it's restaurant or store bought ice, it's not a bad idea. It's frequently noted to be contaminated with faecal matter.
Mom's parents didn't let their children laugh while lying down. Whenever someone made a joke, if anyone was lying down, they had to sit up and laugh.
I can't think of a reason for this rule. Do you know why is it that way?
Load More Replies...Can't help but wonder if they are Pakistani cos my ex's mum was and she had some wild beliefs in what was bad for you.
We couldn't eat the butter until we turned 13; only margarine.
Your family is right. Butter can impact your pitituary gland preventing it from producing growth hormones before puberty. It can also make you grow a third eye and turn you into a god /s
We were allowed to eat butter but my mother wanted us to eat margarine - i think because it was so much cheaper. To edit: we grew up to be very frugal. Only that much butter/margarine or cream cheese to not be invisible. Even today i feel somehow Bad to put more than one slice of cheese on my bread
Never! My Mom grew up dirt poor and didn't get real butter until she was in her 20s. She always said "the electric bill may be late, but there will ALWAYS be butter in this house."
Oh God your parents were trying to kill you before you hit puberty! That's so sad. LOL!
Sounds like one of your parents got a better paying job around the time you turned 13
Maybe because it‘s more expensive and therefor „a waste if given to kids who do not appreciate it“?
January was sugar free month. But December 31st was eat as much f*****g sugar as your body will allow.
and getting ready for February Valentines Day chocolates and candies
Load More Replies...That's actually a good rule to reduce the sugar consumption after the holidays
Not really. It encourages bingeing as the author clearly demonstrated. Teaching kids to eat moderate amounts of sugar is much healthier.
Load More Replies...so, kinda like lent? idk if this is a thing in other countries, but in the UK, we have "pancake day" before lent starts, where we just eat pancakes and smother them with syrup/sugar etc. Apparently it stems from the need to use up all the stuff you couldn't have during lent. Nowadays, it's just a thing. Not everyone see's lent through anymore. :P
My parents never had that though they did encourage us not to eat so much sugar. Then again my mom did buy a lot of cookies and stuff but she also tried to feed us healthy stuff like vegetables and fruit.
The rest of the year *sitting and wallowing in the regrets of your decision*
We only ever had one bathroom for everyone to share. Anywhere we moved. Always one bathroom, therefore, if someone was taking forever in the bathroom and you had to use it, you would go sit on the bed of who is in the bathroom until they got out. So if you happen to pee yourself.... After a couple incidents with a 6 year old, nobody took more than 10 minutes in the restroom. Ever.
Until you have siblings out to get each other, waiting for them to go into the bathroom just so you can run in and pee on their bed.
Load More Replies...One bathroom is painful. I had a roommate that took an hour in the bathroom all the time. Other roommates dad was visiting. I walk by my sliding glass door and see his dad squatting with a newspaper s****** in the yard. He sees me and waves at me. I couldn't really blame him though, when you have to go you have to go
That's pretty normal where I live. One bathroom per household and usually an additional toilet.
Always ask if anyone needs to use the bathroom before getting in the shower.
Glad the childhood house I lived in for about 20 years had two and a half baths.
We only had one bathroom for 5 people, my Mom, me, 2 sisters and my brother. I'm pretty sure he used to just pee in the backyard.
Had to recite the bill of rights verbatim before getting allowance.
Perhaps they were immigrants. You need to know all sorts of stuff on that citizenship test.
Glad I live in Canada. We also have a Bill of Rights type thing also but never had to learn it
We don’t have to learn ours like this either in the US. We learn about the rights it gives us in school, but that’s about it. OP’s parents are just weird.
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If we were naughty, we had to stare down the toilet.
Worked a treat - humiliating, non-physical, and in hindsight pretty f*****g funny. My dad is a joker.
Lol I always wondered about how George Weasley parents his potential kids. Something like this probably
When we were bad, mom made us on a thick handled broomstick on our bare knees and stare at the clock. No slouching. And listen to my mother rocking her chair as the clock made that tick tick sound. Hated that clock. Maybe that’s why I have osteoarthritis in my knees.
Made us KNEEL on a broomstick. Gosh omitting a word makes a difference!
Load More Replies...This would make me nauseous. Anytime I feel I need to puke, this is what I do to get it goin
My kids simply would have refused to stare down the toilet, and I wouldn't have wanted to stand next to them and stare, too.
Humiliation is not a required part of the parenting playbook to teach kid’s consequences.
Could only have half a glass of milk at a time. I could drink that and then have another half glass. But not a full glass. I was told it was because milk is expensive and they didn't want it wasted.
We had a similar rule when it came to diner: you could pile on your own plate, but whatever you put on your plate, you had to eat. So we'd always eat half a plate, and then another half plate, but never a full one just in case we'd be full half way through. Smart rule in my opinion: freezing whatever's left in the pots and pans is fine, but nobody wants to eat something that was already on someone's plate.
Load More Replies...Not a bad rule... my (almost 21yo) daughter tends to leave half glasses of coke everywhere. So we got smaller glasses, half the size. And guess what... still leave them half...
We had powdered milk growing up. We called it "make-on" milk. Used an egg beater. I wouldn't never drink that stuff. A tiny bit in your cereal but I couldn't stomach it. When I got my first job and bought fresh milk, it felt like my life changed. I could use fresh milk to bake and cook and to sweeten coffee.
There is some decent powdered milk now that you can buy. Not like the stuff from the 80s. Not sure if I would use it in cereal, but we don't use a whole lot and it's nice for cooking. That way I don't throw out a ton of unused milk. It's also a great way to add creaminess to a dish without adding more liquid
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Load More Replies...We were not allowed to walk through our dining room. Nothing made my mom angrier than having footprints through her OCD vacuum lines in the carpet. It was easier to cut through dining room from the hallway to get to kitchen. Sometimes after mom was asleep, my brothers and I would sneak through. The older we got, she seemed to get crazier about it. I remember all three of us being grounded for a week for one of us walking through, since she couldn't tell who was the guilty one. It's so strange because other than this rule, and not being allowed to sit on our beds, she was lenient otherwise.
My mother was OCD about housecleaning, too. The problem was, I had to do the cleaning from a young age up until I left home. If I didn't do it to her specifications the first time, I had tho do it over until I got it right. I learned to do it right the first time. Lol
PLEASE STOP USING OCD TO DESCRIBE BEING NITPICKY AND PARTICULAR. It’s a crippling anxiety disorder. PLEASE.
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The forbidden living room. It was never used. The dining room was used 2-3 times a year. The good China and silver wear that god used at the same time and had to be hand washed. So stupid.
I used to clean for a couple and nothing drove me crazier than finger prints on something I'd just cleaned.
I'm kind of OCD about cleaning as well. My son has 2 nicknames for me: Lady MacBeth (out, out, damn spot) or Psycho with a dustmop.
No wearing clothes that fit, everything I owned was a couple sizes too big because 'I grew so quickly.'
That's either because of being poor or your parents being scared you attract pedophile if you wear fitting clothes.
Let's just go with the far more logical "kids grow fast and parents maybe can't afford frequent clothes shopping trips" and leave pedro's out of it shall we?
Load More Replies...Same, especially with school uniforms. “What size are you? Okay, we’ll take (one size larger) please.”
My doctor predicted I was going to be six inches taller when I stopped growing, so my mother bought me a nice coat that cut for a tall, slender giant. Instead I look like a troll and wore a coat that looked like a nightshirt for a couple decades. I think she had a point, though. You don't want to buy something that should last a couple of years but have to replace it after six months because the kid grew out of it.
I have always told my wife to but the kids clothes 2 sizes bigger than they need, because yes they grow like f-big weeds. Especially the first two years. My 2 year old is a picky eater and he’s so much bigger than when he was born that it’s mind boggling. I can’t figure out where the extra mass comes from.
During dinner we had each had to discuss 3 things we learned that day. If you didn't have three significant things to discuss you didn't get dessert.
It trains you to talk about your day, but it would be better if they talk to you right after you come home these first 5 minutes after you see your kids after school, listen listen listen, actively listen (ask question to what they say) and you'll get the smartest kid of the school
And don't use punishments to make them do it. If you strip them of the dessert, they will start to lie and invent things.
Load More Replies...With 4 kids and two adults, that makes 18 topics to discuss. A very long dinner and all the food gone cold. Sounds awful
Plus it sucks for people who don't like talking about their day. I'll talk about whatever TV show I saw or what Megan stuck up her nose no problem, but what I learned or didn't learn on any particular day is my business.
Load More Replies...We do something like this at dinner, we call it "high/low", you have to say what was the high point in your day and what was the low point. I think the hubs and I saw it in a movie before we had kids and thought it was cute. We don't take away anything if you don't have anything, but we encourage the kids to think of something even if it is trivial.
Today I learned , that dessert is not as important, than to keep my sanity.
Three is way too many. One significant thing learned is plenty. Although it's nice to discuss things at the supper table, you know your own child, and know when the best time to ask, where you'll get a decent response. You can still discuss those things at the table later, if you need to.
i can completely understand wanting to encourege conversation but forcing it isnt really going to get you anywere....if someone genuinely does not have anything significant to say you cant fault them for it.
Where do I even begin? We (brother and I) weren't allowed to clip our nails after 6 pm, we weren't allowed to get haircuts on certain days of the week. If we walk very loudly like stomping/making thud sounds, my grandma would say that the earth goddess will curse us. the adults wouldn't eat leftovers so only the kids were given that.. phew so many more. My family was extremely superstitious and religious and guess that explains it.
I wasn't allowed to go to a friend's house unless my parents talked to their parents and made sure we'd be supervised the entire time. This was a rule up until I moved out at eighteen. People thought it was weird, so I didn't have any friends and I literally ate my lunches alone in a bathroom stall. Thanks mom and dad!
Bro you could still call I feel like you got the weird on your own because a lot more people than you think had this
Being supervised at all times until 18? No, that’s weird and unhealthy.
Load More Replies...how does "I didn't have any friends" become "I literally ate my lunches alone in a bathroom stall." ? I eat lunch alone sometimes too, but I do it at a table in the breakroom like everyone else.
I had this role too, especially in later years when we thought we could lie about spending time with so and so and just sneak out or go to the all ages club. We had a great way around it though, one friends mother would full on lie (or her English wasn’t good enough to understand the request) and we’d leave from there for the club. In hindsight, I kind of wish we didn’t have that “out” because 14 year olds shouldn’t be at an all ages club all night taking/watching everyone else take x
But it would have been OK for them to let you go to a strangers house and spend the night? I had this same rule with my son. I thought it was called good parenting, sorry son, I didn't mean to stunt your growth by saying "No, you cannot go over to your friend Jeffery Dahmers house until I meet his parents".
But insisting a group of teens is supervised at all times? Teens need some autonomy to develop a healthy sense of self.
Load More Replies...Really? Until they're 18 doesn't seem a tad excessive to you? Fair enough for small children, but come on.
Load More Replies...Awful. You cannot supervise children/teenagers all the time when you want to educate them to responsible grownups.
I agree wholeheartedly, Jack. What about dating? Were these people who had to be supervised until 18 not date? I know things are different from when I grew up (50's-60's) but we would leave the house at age 6 or 7 and be gone all day on our bikes with no supervision.
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Was not allowed to listen to any music that was not Christian. Period. Bands I liked before this rule that they were previously okay with? Banned. Anything not already on the list of approved bands, such as Jars of Clay, had to be thoroughly vetted. Otherwise they would break the CD in front of you, even if it was borrowed from a friend. Genre didn't matter, as long as they were Christian, which meant bands like Underoath and MxPx were cool.
There were plenty of others, but this is the one that still f*****g gets to me over ten years later.
This one's weird because it says "before the rule" so it wasnt always a rule.
Scope here for some malicious compliance. Bach cantatas at full volume all day for a week for a start.
And to think you might have listened to John Denver with all his evil and lies.
My mum would let us listen to anything we wanted usually, but at one stage she decided only Christian music was allowed on Sunday. This was then changed to only on the drive to an from church, but she found there were quite a few Christan songs she disliked and the rule was abandoned!
That's crazy. What did you listen? Gospels? I heard about some "christian" bands, but it's still pretty weird concept.
Bet this person listened to August Burns Red, Gwen Stacy, Haste The Day maybe some Attack!Attack!
My McDonald's potato chips intake was limited to the number of my age.
When I was 4 years old, I was only allowed to eat four chips every time we went to Maccas.
When I was 5, that meant I could eat five chips, and so on. This continued until I was around 12.
No you won't - by 72 cholesterol has kicked in and you'll be lucky to get 2 before she-who-must-be-obeyed notices. Sigh!
Load More Replies...It's pretty easy to make up your own- we usually just shorten it with an a or an o at the end. Which is why (depending on which state) you are in you would call a parmigiana a parma, for example.
Load More Replies...Seems mean to routinely take the child to McDonald’s and eat chips in front of them, then tell them they can’t have it.
At 5 i would count the number of fries my parents eat and tell everyone they're like 50 or something.
My brother had been doing me a favor, driving me around. His family was with us so I offered to buy them lunch wherever they wanted to go. "Yay! McDonald's!" Okay, whatever. The kids were stunned when they each got their own order for fries. It was like, "This is okay? This is allowed?" To be fair, my brother was an underpaid college professor.
I couldn't drink my mom's "special vitamin water" Turns out it was vodka. RIP
Believe it or not, you can actually overdose on vitamins and minerals. Zinc is a big one about which to be careful, for example!!
Load More Replies...I had a friend who used to put her vodka in a 2-liter 7-up bottle. Couldn't tell she was drinking booze. Sadly, she is a full-blown alcoholic 30 years later.
My step brother would do the same with vodka, or put mostly whiskey in a coke bottle. No wonder he was fired for being drunk on the job! Surprisingly that wasn't what killed him though.
Load More Replies...Turns out my step mother had a rule that only she or her daughters could eat the 'nose' on a wedge of brie (or some such like cheese) which is often considered the best part. Visiting one weekend, my sister and I did not know this rule and so on permission to start eating, my sister cut some of the nose off and put it on her plate. This resulted in my step mother fleeing the room crying and one of our step sisters throwing a plate at my head. We were banned from visiting the house for a month and until we had individually said sorry to everyone. No idea how I became part of it. *Edit I should probably clarify that I was 10, my sister was 12 at the time. My step monster is still with my dad and I don't have anything to do with either of them any more. The final straw was when I went over from some supper one night to find that the monster had hidden prawns in some pastries and not told me. I'm extremely allergic and she nearly killed me.
at least your stepmother didnt do what mine did, slit my throat at 11-12 yrs, and now sends me chocolates, which im deathly allergic to
What the actual f**k, your dad seems to hate you and your sister. Break up contact forever. Don't ever talk another word with them.
Bro but I can just imagine she gets a slice of cheese the mom screams your sitting their confused then turn your head to the step daughter and she bonks you with a plate and your like bruh what was that for idk it sounded funny when I read it but this is some Cinderella stuff
No flushing the toilet at night You could have an afternoon snack at 3:30 sharp, if you missed 3:30 (like 3:35, you were SOL and had to wait for dinner) If the weather forecast read anything under 70ºF (21ºC), long sleeved shirts the day after. You were allowed to wear shorts if the forecast read over 80ºF (27ºC). I had a set of "home" clothes and "outside" clothes. Had to change right when I got home from anything, school, errands, etc. I couldn't read "Seventeen" magazine because I wasn't 17. I couldn't watch PG-13 movies till I turned 13. I'm sure there are others, but my mother was strict and controlling and had such a strange set of rules.
I always have home and outside clothes. I find it disgusting otherwise. No hate to ppl who prefer it otherwise :)
Flushing at night wakes everyone up, it's inconsiderate. I get that. The rest is over the top.
Unless you've pooped. Then PLEASE flush the damn toilet.
Load More Replies..."school clothes" and "after-school/weekend clothes" is pretty common
If I'm at home I'm always in a robe, first thing I always do when I get home is undress and pop on a robe, even if I'm going out again in >30 minutes! Guess I'm weird too!
I wasn't allowed anything remotely entertaining, TV, mobile or toys in my bedroom until I was 16, and that only changed because I bought my own entertainment and convinced my mum that because I bought it and was old enough it shouldn't be a rule anymore. All I had in my bedroom were books and my bed, really bland room. **Story** When I was a young child my toys were in the spare room next to my room, my own play room. I soon outgrew toys and spent most of the sunlight out with friends. when I was 15, the Xbox 360 was released and they got one from their parents and rather play Xbox than come outside, it got lonely quick. I didn't and even if I did I wouldn't be able to use it much because my dad would always watch tv, and I wasn't allowed my own tv. So I got a job as a pizza delivery boy saved the money and bought my own Xbox 360 and tv. I was adamant that I was old enough to have own tv and whatever in my room, even girls. Bought the Xbox 360 and tv, took them home set them up in my room and started playing, around 2 hours later, mum comes in to tell me dinner is ready, then she spots my tv and goes apeshit. So I stood up and I told her, I worked my a*s off to buy this stuff, I earned the money doing a job and that if I'm old enough to work, I am old enough to have a tv or whatever in my room. She walked off, probably to tell my dad then 1 hour later came back with my dinner on a tray and said I was right, I have grown up and that she was proud of me for getting a job and earning money for myself, I can have whatever in my room. JUST DON'T STAY UP ALL NIGHT PLAYING GAMES!
Whew! I totally thought that while he was eating dinner, they took all that stuff away & got rid of it.
Meanwhile I'm 28 and my dad still threatens to confiscate and destroy things I bought with what money I can save after they bleed me dry.
I had to wait until I was 13 to shave my legs. I think I should mention my legs looked like something from caveman days. It was so embarrassing to dress out in P.E.
Anyone else notice that the razor guard is still on in that picture?? hahaha
It's too bad girls are taught to be ashamed of a perfectly normal thing. When I quit shaving, my partner joked that he didn't care as long as it didn't get longer than his leg hair. He doesn't make that joke now that it *is* longer than his.
13 here. Now I only shave if I plan on wearing anything requiring a bare leg. My fiance doesn't mind and its an extra task I no longer have to do
Load More Replies...I was doing some online courses while I was in highschool. We had terrible Internet, and no internet access anywhere but the family computer, so I convinced my mom to let me go out and get a wifi router. She allowed it after some time, but any time I wasn't activiley doing my online courses, the router had to be shut off. She said she didn't want the house filling up with the wi-fi...
My mom turned off the router over night breaking it every two months, after some time i told her not to turn it off and oh wonder it didn't break anymore.
Wait why did it break? We used to turn ours off at night all the time so my brothers couldn't stay up late secretly watching Youtube on their phones and it never broke.
Load More Replies...Sounds like one of the shmucks who would buy that "5G bioshield" usb dongle.
Ah, the "filling up with wi-fi" problem... I heard some Tech-company came up with a briliant solution. They call it "open windows".
no black policy. i mean, no black clothes or shoes. i don't even understand why. and of course, only me and my sister were blamed by teachers if we had no matching black shoes for our school formal wear... "what's wrong with you? why are these brown?!" sure, children's fault. /s meh. edit: once i managed to get an ugly secondhand sweater of the color black and my mother was yelling like mad and my father looked very pissed off either.
> sure, children's fault. /s meh. I had three sisters & my mom dropped me at my school after dropping them off. I got punished OFTEN for being late ... because it was definitely in my control, right? Add that to "I don't know who started the fight so you both get punished" and you can probably figure out why I left home at 15.
I wasn't allowed to wear black clothing until I was 16. Parents thought it was too old. It was like that for my friends, too.
Maybe dad looked pissed off because mum was yelling like mad 🤔🤷
This one isn't weird, but oppressive might be a good word to describe it. When I was young I had to finish my food, no matter what it was or how much it was. Most of the time I didn't serve myself so I was basically served a big heaping plate of misery and over fullness. I would understand the rule if I served myself and I got way too much, but what the hell?
Would it also be considered abuse if they forced you to eat everything even if it made you physically sick? /gen
Load More Replies...That s*** is why I ended up fat with an extreme anxiety for not eating all the food available. Would get abused for wasting the food I was graciously given. Refuse to do it to my son. He gets small portions, doesn't have to eat it all, can ask for more if he's still hungry. If he doesn't eat the more he asks for he can save it for later and gets reminded not to ask for more if he's not hungry
Being able to vomit voluntarily woulda come in handy here. I only once was forced to finish, a hardboiled egg it was, that I didn't want in the first place. I never was a big fan of eggs, but from that day on, I downright hated them. Hasn't changed yet, and made the transition from vegetarian to vegan pretty easy, as eggs had been on the no-list for several years already. That day, I was 3 or 4 at the time, I vomitted out the entire egg seconds after finishing and still remember that vomitting, until today only that one time, didn't feel disgusting or anything, it felt like a massive victory. Never forced to finish anything ever again, Mum learned her lessen...
You have my utmost admiration. And I’m not kidding.
Load More Replies...Wasn't forced to eat it, but my parents didn't seem to understand that a 9yo should be getting smaller portions than an adult. Obviously not intentional and no malice involved, but I do struggle with portion control to this day.
My grandmother thought my sister and I were too skinny so wouldn’t allow us anything to drink until we finished our southern, fried food plates. FYI, we were not anywhere near underweight or malnourished. We were normal size girls.
It started with food shortages, so parents/grandparents had been hungry in their lives....now you call abuse, but generally, it was done out of a mix of love and a love of authority....
My father told me that if I went to a friend's house and my friend's parents offered me anything to eat, I was supposed to refuse. I took this rule very seriously. I remember once a friend's mother offered me a slice of cantaloupe, and when I refused, she tried really hard to coax me to eat it. It got embarrassing. My father grew up in poverty on a farm in the south, and he lived through the depression. He always had enough to eat, but there were some kids in the neighborhood who didn't. These kids were always hungry, and would try to scrounge food from neighbors. Neighbors would feed them, but they hated having to do it, and they blamed the kids' parents. So the parents of the hungry kids had a bad reputation; the neighbors assumed they were (and maybe they actually were) alcoholics, or just generally lazy good-for-nothings. So my father's fear was: if I accepted any food from anybody, or if I appeared to be hungry at all, people would think I wasn't getting enough food at home, and therefore my father was a bad provider. My father, by the way, had lots of paranoid ideas.
Depression messed a lot of people up. I learned some of my cooking from my grandmother. She used to show me how to use every part of everything we cooked, no waste. Was a necessity for her back then, now it's good to follow
It's once again becoming a necessity with the price of food right now.
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Change into your pyjamas as soon as you get back from school.
Plenty of cultures encourage changing into "house clothes" when you get home from school or work cause street clothes may be dirty or germy. Doesn't necessarily need to be pjs though.
Yeah, I change into “home clothes” but not pjs…
Load More Replies...I do this with absolutely zero provocation. Home? Time for pjs, dog cuddles and a cocktail. Cheers.
I ask my child to change out of school uniform when she gets home because if she dosnt she will get food on it or dog hairs and im sick of washing it every single day
Tbh this isn't that strange, at my house as soon as we come home we change out of school clothes to pj's or comfy clothes
I had a friend who would comes home from school and make herself a baby bottle. She was 8.
We couldn't use the word "fart." It was "fluffy."
It was always a trump for us. How appropriate, all these years later.
Load More Replies...bet they woulda let you say fart if you started calling them "butt burps"
At one of my jobs if someone released a smelly one the question was loudly asked, "ok who s**t their pants?" We stayed classy.
We weren't banned from the word fart, but when we were young my mum would only ever call it a 'fluff'. Grandparents would only say 'wind'.
We weren't allowed in the lounge room, which was like 40% of the house, as we may mess it up - It was only later in life that the lounge room was open to usage again. Even worse, my Mum used to make the carpet pile stand up with a broom (it was 80s shag pile carpet) and used to make us walk on the edge of the carpet near the wall so we wouldn't trample it....
I wonder if this obsession with perfect lounges/living rooms/parlors is about people wanting SOMETHING perfect in their otherwise unfulfilling life.
My parents were raised to believe you must have a spotless house at all times. If guests were to come over (which rarely happened) and the house wasn’t pristine it was just so shameful. I’m talking about a spot on the floor of the bed made unevenly or dust on one shelf of the bookcase. Surprisingly they’ve calmed down in their later years
Load More Replies...Since my mother is obese, we were never allowed to say the word "fat." Her weight, and the weight of my sisters, was the elephant in the room. We were not allowed to address it, or face punishment in the form of a hit to whichever body part was easily accessible at the time. I was also not allowed to refuse my parent's requests and orders. Thankfully, neither one did anything like molest us or otherwise take sexual advantage of us. However, the requests were downright lazy and stupid. Most of my childhood, when I was indoors, was spent fetching things for my mom. I would constantly be running to the kitchen to fetch her a drink or snack, or to get the remote off of the table that was 5 feet away from her. The second part made me really dependent on authority figures, and I still have difficulty denying requests and orders from my family and from others. It takes a conscious effort on my part to question authority in any form. I'm getting better in my adult years, but the process has been slow.
No wonder she was obese, when she couldn't be bothered to fetch her own drink or snack.
My mother was the opposite. She's not obese, just overweight, but would constantly acknowledge it and encourage me to do the same. Like when we were learning degrees of comparison she'd say things like "the dog is fat, but mom is fatter!" and laugh. Turns out most people aren't this comfortable in their own skin and it lead to me making some inappropriate statements to friends....OOPS.
As a kid, my mom, aunt and grandma would tell me I was fat. This led to me feeling so sad and physically awful whenever I came across the word. If it was in a crossword puzzle I would solve that word first so I didn't have to look at it again. And.... when I look at photos from my childhood I was not fat at all. I was perhaps a little bit chubby but far from fat!
My parents never let me look at people kissing on tv when i was a kid. Not sure what they were trying to teach me but i guess i should thank them for my adult awkwardness in PDA situations including my own.
Oh man.... When I was 8 my parents religiously watched The Sopranos. There woulda been alotta yelling. Not that my parents were quiet with the swearing though. And my Italian half of the family would watch Goodfellas or Godfather every christmas
Load More Replies...I would understand if they did not let you watch sex scenes, but what's wrong with kiss?
No drumming on the plates with my spoon and fork while waiting for the food to get ready. My dad said it summoned demons. My six-year-old self was terrified. Turns out my dad was just an irritable person. (Grew up to be like him, haha.)
My parents had a perfect house and yard. I mean PERFECT. Everyone in the family spent hours to create this perfection. We had a lot of pine trees too. Huge, mature, 40-year-old pine trees. About 15 of them. However, pine cones were not allowed. There was to be no pine cones under the pine trees. It was one of my jobs to make sure that I scooted under these trees and picked up all the pine cones about every weekend in the spring, summer, and fall. It was usually done when we mowed the lawn and did the trimming. I specifically bought a house with no pine trees because it gives me flashbacks.
Grass doesn't really grow under pine trees. No need to mow under...
Load More Replies...Once you get home from school, you don't go out. It's been like that until I moved out the summer after high school ended. My mom just never allowed it or did it herself, once she got home from work she wouldn't go out to buy anything, ever, no matter how much one of us needed it (New calculator, lined paper...). She'd go buy it before coming home after work the next day. We'd buy ALL our food on Saturday, hundreds of dollars of it, and wouldn't buy a thing during the week. We never had friends outside of school because of that. I still have a really hard time with the dynamic of simply meeting people outside of work/school where we all have to be.
Working from sunup to sundown every weekend. Coming home from football practice and working until you couldn't see. Dad didn't like spending money, even though he had plenty. We grew our own food, or hunted it. I didn't eat beef until I was 18 and in college. My dad made six figures, but still drove a car he had from 1987. It was just me and my dad, remodeling the house from sunup to sundown every day in the summer, while all my friends were at the lake. I'm still not good at having friends, but I know how to work hard.
You probably know how to destroy your body before you're 30 and not how to work hard. My dad always used me and my brother as cheap workers to renovate his house. He let us work as hard as for us possible. He took care we have no friends and once my parents divorced we were his working crew every saturday. The worst thing about it he manipulated us to have fun and be happy to help. The result is that since i'm 20 my back is in a critical state, any harder movement and i'll be bound to wheelchair for the rest of my life. Thanks Dad.
I’m sorry you had to go through that. I hope you get better.
Load More Replies...Kids may not talk back to adults and adults are always right. Meaning when an adult tells you to do something you have to do it without question. When an adult f.e. says something you know is a myth you have to act like you didnt hear it or its true because otherwise you get massive s**t on like "Yeah, that may be right, but we are adults and a little brat like you won't talk back to an adult little brats have to shut up!" Or when adults came to dinner you had to sit on the table and eat with them but had to be silent all the time. Everyone was talking but when you tried to get a conversation LIKE EVERYONE ELSE you get reprimanded that your just a brat and have to shut up when adults are talking. I was 'allowed' to 'take part in conversation' when I was asked a question. Like "Blablabla, 457kthnx is really good in school, right 457kthnx? "Yes, thats true" "What grades do you have" "As and Bs" "He's best in class. blablablabla [I had to be silent again for when they continued and they talked long]". The thing is I wasn't really 'allowed' to answer the question. That was just an euphemism for an order. I had to. It was more like your military sergeant from 1960 asking you something. That also wasnt a conversation. It wasnt enyoable. Still haunts me as an adult. I never was that good at making friends in elementary school and after elementary school when you needed social skills to have friends and not just a game or a football I lost my old friends and never got new ones.
We didn't talk when my dad was around (at the table or evenings when he got home from work) - realised this at about 4 and happily complied - what's the issue if you don't talk to people who don't treat you well, or are grumpy.
We had so many. For example, if we have the coughs, we weren't allowed to go inside the house unless all the phlegm is out of our system (supposedly). Also, if I lick my lips in public (without covering it with my hands), it means I'm initiating a kiss from someone. Also, no playing with our toys unless we drink about half a gallon of water.
Don't know how many liters half a gallon are but drinking enough warer is very important.
For the longest time, my mother made sure I couldn't watch any movies with anything remotely sexual or 'scary'. For example, if there was any kind of kissing, cuddling or foreplay in a movie, she'd come charging in, demand I look away, and basically taught me to shun all things sexual. Another time, she freaked out when my friend's dad said we were watching Tremors, which was PG13, and we were 12. If anything, my friend and I felt like total badasses going to see 14A movies at age 12. But most of all, for years, she was very adamant that I could NEVER see The Hills Have Eyes. She eventually relented on some other horror movies, even watched Alien with me, but that was the one I could never see. She straight up told me I wouldn't know that it was just a movie, and I'd end up with long-term damage. Eventually, I watched it through the power of the internet, and you know what? I survived, and I thought it was great, if you like horror. And the look of defeat when I told her I had seen the movie was hilarious. Eventually, she gave up.
haha, my uncle once told me when i was like 8 to not watch "nightmare before Christmas" cause it was super messed, up and scary {my uncle was a meat head, gym rat, looked like a wrestler{Goldberg close i swear} on steroid back then, but hes a good family man now tho} and when i finally watched it at like 15 , it turned out the reason it was "super messed, up and scary" cause he was scared of "puppets&dolls" and thats what the characters were too much like lol
When i started watching more scary movies as I grew, my mom made me promise her that I would never ever watch Last House on the Left (for the exact reason your mom gave). And 30 years later I still haven't done it.
No drinking while eating your meal. You are only allowed to drink before or after eating dinner. They thought it was unhealthy for some reason.
Yeah it's really unhealthy to not drink while you eat. Once i was in a summer camp, we weren't allowed to have our drinking cups where we eat. On day the food was so dry after every bite i walked over to drink something and complained i have to walk all the time so they ultimately let us have our cups where we eat.
God forbid you eat something dry that gets caught in your throat. "Sorry, Billy, I know you're choking, but you know the rules!"
My parents never took me out to dinner ever. Not exaggerating at all. In my 18 years living with them, we did not eat out even once. The habit was to have 3 meals at home. Even when I was older (in highschool) and deliberately went out with friends, they still compelled me to eat 3 meals everyday at home. When I got home there was my share on the table and I had to finish all of it no matter what. That meant I had to hold back when I went out with friends, the reason was always "I cannot skip dinner, sorry, you guys go on without me." As a teenager that was a very lame thing to say, or so I thought.
More likely had lunch at home after school. So breakfast at home, snack at school, lunch at home, dinner at home.
Load More Replies...That would wired me out since my mom was happy if she could cook for one less.
My mom let me watch Southpark, R rated movies, all sorts of vulgar s**t... But I wasn't allowed to watch Maury or Rescue 911.... because they profited from exploiting other people's negative circumstances.
Are those shows reality TV or something? Cos to be honest if I had kids I wouldn't let them watch reality TV lol.
Maury is similar to Jerry Springer or Jeremy Kyle. Basically having severely damaged people on a talk show under the guise of helping them, but in reality it's so the audience can look down on them. Rescue 911 is a docuseries following paramedics, fire brigades and the like. Not allowing this is less logical
Load More Replies...We weren't allowed beef products for the longest time as kids. Parents were scared of the mad cow disease epidemic.
That was relatively sensible advice in the 80's, as no one knew exactly what had been contaminated. However, it turned out to be 'self inflicted'. Cattle were fed a feed that was mixed with sheep offal and brains, and some of the sheep had died from 'scrapie' (the sheep equivalent of Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease) and it passed between brain barriers and infected the cows. Someone thought it a good idea to feed vegetarian cows with meat because it made them grow faster and increased the milk yield.
There was a recent scare in Australia because beef from other countries was infected, so ours had to all be tested and vaccinated etc but thankfully it hasn't spread as much as feared, but it has pushed the price of beef up.
Last one in locks the house up. It seemed logical then, but if someone was out till 3 AM, the rest of the family was sleeping in an unlocked house. I wouldn't dream of doing that now.
Depending on where you live it's quiet important to get in quiet fast rather than keeping unwanted visitor out. Like in Alaska you're not allowed to lock car in case someone needs to hide from a polar bear.
We were not allowed to lock the house, ever. Why? When Dad came home drunk he didn't want to fumble with house keys.... Which makes no sense at all, since he just drove his car 10 or 15 miles home from the bar.
We rarely lock our house,maybe if we leave for holiday or something. Depends on the country and area where you live I guess
I am guilty of this, and it drives my fiance INSANE. I never have my keys, not even sure where they are, we have three huge dogs so idgaf about locking the door.
I do this in my place, otherwise I forget to at bedtime, but if I'm out when dad goes to bed, he does lock up.
In my household we never got a shower before 8:00pm. We always took showers at or around night time; nobody would take morning showers either, always the night before. No idea why we did this.
Showering at night is more rational as you do not put a dirty sweaty body into bed. Then, in the morning, the only dirt on you is the sweat from during the night, if applicable. Vice versa, if you don't shower at night you dirty the bed, wake up dirty, and have to change the bedlinen as well as go shower. It makes no sense.
Showering in the morning and washing my sheets every Sunday has worked out pretty well from a hygienical standpoint
Load More Replies...It's actually a class, or what kind of labor you do thing, whether you shower at night or morning. White collar workers tend to shower in the morning, as they really do not come home smelly, etc. Manual laborers tend to shower at night, because they are grimy and sweaty, etc.
I never understand why you'd shower in the morning. What have you been doing to get dirty in the night? Getting clean before bed makes perfect sense, particularly if you don't wear nightclothes, or even just flimsy ones.
One reason: my middle child has super thick hair & it takes hours to dry fully. If she showers at night, she ends up with a damp musty pillow after a little while & says that her hair smells funny the next day. I dunno - I'm a mom with a buzz cut, but I believe her.
Load More Replies...My electricity goes to a cheaper rate after 2100, so it makes sense to me.
That's not abnormal - lots of people shower or bath before bed, rather than in the morning.
If it's dark outside you can look more easily into a lit room. Maybe some subliminal kind of exhibitionism.
This isn't common anymore, but if you have an old contract, this might be still in it and in practice as of today. This was an attempt to make the consumation more equal in day and night, and therefore easing the grid, and went along with heating devices that heat up themselves aon cheap night electricity, and give of heat during the day. Some large heavy stuff used as heat capacity.
Load More Replies...If you get beaten at school and don't fight back, you get another one at home.
That just isn't fair to give them a double whammy. My pops did encourage me to fight back if someone initiated though. This one new kid chose me to pick on me in 3rd grade to try to be the tough new guy and I never really got in trouble before that. My dad told the principle (not my pal) and nothing happened so he told the principle "If he gets touched, I told my son to punch him straight in the face and Ill buy him a steak. If he makes him bleed, he's getting ice cream afterword"
My dad would appreciate that. I once fought back and got suspended at school. My dad said O did the right thing. Still don't know if he was right.
It was the right thing...... Plus I used to LOVE outta school suspension
Load More Replies...T-shirts absolutely couldn't be inside out when doing laundry. My mother was always pissed off when she found one, as if it makes any difference, there were no prints on the shirts. I now wash all my t-shirts inside out because it actually makes a difference with all the prints I have. Also, that'll show her. I often think back to this stupid rule when hanging them out to dry. Inside out of course.
Maybe she doesn't appreciate folding inside out clothing? I taught my son to put his clothes in the bin right side out.
Unfortunately there's many types of clothing and quite a few of them say to wash inside out....
Load More Replies...As someone who does laundry for other people, its just annoying to turn clothing right side out when folding. Socks are especially annoying because when turning right side out when folding any dirt that clung to the sock when taken off now comes off. And I'm sure not going to go thru the smelly dirty socks to turn them out before washing.
Clothes are supposed to be inside out while washing them. Every laundry information sticker says to turn them inside out. Next time you visit her look for one of them and literally shove it in her face until she apologizes for being stupid.
That's a very mature thing to say to someone who literally washed all your clothes for you all your life. Oh yeah shove it in her face until she apologizes for doing something for you. Geesh. Ungrateful much? How about this, don't ever shove anything in anyone's face unless you want to look like a total ahole.
Load More Replies...My mum insisted on shirts being inside out, both for the benefit of prints, and because they can fade when hanging on the line. Makes sense, but the majority of the time I don't bother.
I couldn't shower before 7am or after 9pm which, in high school, made it virtually impossible to shower at home. I had to be to school before 7 and usually I got home and had to eat dinner and wash dishes So I always used the locker room.
I am more amazed at the fact they have to be at school before 7! Plus being out until dinner time every night. When do you do your homework and relax?
If any family member or any person in general asked me a question about my mom I was only allowed to answer with "that's a big people question, you should ask her."
She protected herself from you telling wierd stuff about your mom. I have to keep that in mind for once i have children.
It's an important policy to teach your kids this.
Load More Replies...As much as I understand the need for privacy, the fact that the answer was 'a big people question' turns me off.
They made my brother and me switch bunk beds at the beginning of every month, even though I liked the bottom and he preferred the top.
my father didn't allow me to cut my hair short nor dye it until I was 18. I wasn't allowed to shave till I was 14. I wasn't allowed to wear makeup or paint my nails until I was 15. To this day I am not allowed to sleep over anyone else's home.
Wait. You're at least 18 and not allowed to spend the night at someone else's house? WTF???
Ah, I remember the no-shaving rule. I was so excited to finally use a razor. Especially for my pits. Now I hate shaving and probably only do my legs once every two years.
We all desperately wanted to start shaving....and then we realized that was a mistake.
Load More Replies...For a good part of my youth my mom wouldnt let me buy or play with lego. She thought its "not good for creativity" we lol'd a few years later at it.
In truth, she knew you would leave them on the floor and she didn't want to step on them. Smart mom. Lol.
"you don't get something if you ask for it" This is something my Mum would say to me when I asked for something while we were shopping. It didn't make sense when I was six, doesn't make any more sense when I'm 17 (maybe it will in a few years?)
My mother had this one too! I couldn't ask for anything, I had to wait for it to be offered to me. Great way to stop your kid from begging for candy in a shop...but also causes them to grow up terrified of asking people for things! She learned her lesson though, and both my brothers were encouraged to ask politely if they wanted something.
My mom had the same rule, which I thought was stupid. As a parent now, I think it's extra stupid, because A) I am capable of telling my kids 'No' and B) I hate the manipulative workarounds for not asking - saying things like "Oh, that [food] looks really tasty," or "I bet [sibling] would really like that toy" when it's clear that it's not for their sibling. I actively discourage this weird manipulative bull and encourage just telling me what you frickin' want. I won't always say yes, but if nothing else, we'll put it on the amazon wishlist we send family for birthdays/christmas gifts.
'I want never gets' is not uncommon as a way of getting kids to ask nicely for something instead of just saying "I want" in a demanding way. Sounds like someone here hasn't understood it and just taken it too literally.
Hold up Ace, you've just blown my mind. 'I want, doesn't get' was a favourite of my mum's, and I always took it to mean that you weren't going to get something just because you wanted it, and that asking wouldn't change that. Over forty years and your interpretation never occurred to me.
Load More Replies...Pretty much. I started shoplifting at five, and occasionally got into trouble at infant school for stealing things from other kids. My parents weren't bad and it wasn't encouraged per se, but as a smart kid who knew nobody would buy you things you wanted, just carefully taking them seemed a logical thing to do.
Load More Replies...She says you either have to wish or to work for it, but not asking or demanding.
I wasn't allowed to watch Catdog. Apparently it was deemed too stupid.
I loved it. And Dexters laboratory. And I turned out quite ok...
Load More Replies...My mum also thought it was stupid, but we were allowed to watch it. I have to admit I didn't like it, but any 'extra' tv time was a good thing in my young mind, even if there was nothing I wanted to watch. Now I see the insanity.
I did the same thing with my boys regarding Tex Avery and Teletubbies.
My parents didn't let me watch the cartoons and shows that are now beloved pop culture staples of the 90s. I have never watched most of the classic 90s shows, or I didn't watch them until I was in my teens. My parents weren't religious - they were "intellectualists". They thought that exposure to Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, Pokemon, et cetera, would lead to me flipping burgers at age 45. I didn't see an episode of SpongeBob until I was fourteen, and that was because my German teacher showed it in class. My parents got really, really mad at me when I wanted to start collecting Pokemon cards and borrowed Pokemon books from the library. I remember my grandma scoffing at me and saying "Oh no, really? There was nothing better?" when I was reading a Pokemon chapter book. The only cartoons I was allowed to watch were cartoons shown on PBS or WETA kids. Sagwa, Arthur, Clifford, Between the Lions, et cetera. When I was in middle school my little brother got a Pokemon game for Christmas from a relative, and then I bought myself the matching game (Diamond and Pearl). I guess at that point my parents gave up, because we were then allowed to watch the shows we wanted and talk about Pokemon (with some exceptions: Adventure Time and Regular Show were not permitted when my mother was in the room).
It's completely anti intellectual to not recognise the value of art in all its forms. For instance, Courage the Cowardly Dog won an Oscar. The whole point of Scooby Doo was to think critically. Depriving your kids of age appropriate art is stupid.
Wow, that's just wrong. I, an intellectual, grew up on nickelodeon. Depriving children of experiencing things normally experience in childhood just makes them experience it as an adult, and by then it could become an obsession. Not all the time but dang, let kids enjoy cartoons.
When I was young, there was initially only 1 channel (BBC) It had children's programmes between 5 and 6pm, then closed down for an hour for the mothers to get their children to bed, and re opened at 7 with adult (not that sort!) TV. You don't die from not watching TV, despite that it might feel like it.
We had a similar routine. Childrens shows were on until 6, then the news aired. Although we didn't necessarily feel that way as kids, there was no need to have pay tv, with kids shows on 24/7.
Load More Replies...I didn't see a lot of the 'cult' tv shows of my childhood, but that was because I wasn't American, and my family never had pay tv. I don't think it was a bad thing, though there are some pop culture references I don't get. I still love a lot of Australian kids/teen shows more than more popular overseas ones. I feel like it was good to develop a love of our own tv industry.
In my house it was always very taboo to take a shower at night.
I still feel bad if I shower too late, as the bathroom is next to my dad's room but the fan isn't as loud as in other houses I've lived in, and he has never complained.
Load More Replies...Not allowed to touch electronic devices Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday. To keep us focused on school? Yeah I don't get it either. Now I'm obsessed with phones and video games
That'll happen! I didn't have a phone or computer until my mid teens and I didn't get internet access until 18. Guess who spends most of their free time playing online games.
Lol same. All my friends who had little time limits know how to limit themselves, but I don’t.
Load More Replies...When stirring a glass (adding sugar to tea, chocolate to milk, etc) NEVER LET THE SPOON CLINK AGAINST THE SIDE. ITS LOUD AND RUDE. There was no punishment involved or anything but I'd always get a stern "stir properly!" It was worse with the rest of my mom's side
Your parents didn't want you to send anyone to the sunken place ;)
We were not allowed to sing at the dinner table. I needed to be reminded nightly that this was the case. I guess when I was younger the music was just INSIDE of me, and I had to just SING.
This only ever seemed to be enforced in my house if we sang one of those repetitive songs, like 'I know a song that'll get on your nerves' or 'This is the song that never ends' :)
I couldn't say the words "dumb", "stupid", or "hate". I'm 22, and my mother still says, "Justin! Don't say the S-word!"
I have quite a few kids at work whose parents obviously have this rule, which is tricky when other kids say 'stupid isn't a swear word' etc. I have to say something like 'even if it's not a swear word, it obviously makes x upset, so don't say it'.
Not allowed to go outside barefoot. Ever. Not even to stand on the front porch, check to see how the weather was, get the mail, anything. I had to have shoes on when I went outside even if it was just slippers or flip flops.
Stopped walking barefoot outside after i once stepped on a wierd bug that let my foot grow into a ball.
Stepped on a bee as a tot. Last time I went barefoot outside
Load More Replies...had this rule, but for a good reason, in cool/cold weather you could get sick more easy if your feet are wet or cold, and when it was hot.... well only idiots go out on hot pavement/sand/dirt with bare feet
If your feet are tough enough (from going barefoot) you don't notice hot pavement as much :)
Load More Replies...This would have driven me insane! I still go barefoot as often as possible (barefoot right now). Only time I had an issue is one summer my feet were obviously too dry or something, because I kept getting painful cracks on the underside of my toes. Didn't really stop me, just made me complain a lot :) Oh, and when we went to my pop's place we couldn't walk on a lot of the nature strips because of bindis but we just walked barefoot on the road instead.
My mom would scold me if I ever said "k" or if I said "like" in any way that wasn't it's original intended use. Basically if I sounded like a 14 year old
My grandad insisted that people shouldn't use 'yeah' or 'yep' because it wasn't proper English. He especially pointed it out when he knew I was studying teaching, but I just refrained from using around him.
Mexican Americans follow crazy superstitions that somehow become rules. The strangest one that I still follow is not getting a haircut after a meal. I have no clue why it's bad but I still don't do it.
I know some say you should shave on an empty stomach, but I've never heard of cutting hair on an empty stomach 🤔
We were only allowed to play computer games or SNES if it was nighttime or raining. Also, during summer we weren't to be in the house between lunch and dinner.
Recent research is beginning to show that being outside is beneficial for kids' eyesight development. They need to see a horizon in order for their eyes to develop properly. So many benefits to playing outside, in addition to it being FUN.
Half of my in-laws have a long standing rule that there is to be no liquid at the dinner tables except for gravy and there is no drinking during any meals. No water, no milk, no kool-aid, no tea, no beer, no liquor, NOTHING. How they live with that i have no idea.
Next time, fill you plate, eat one little item, throw the plate away get something to drink and then get another plate and fill it. If they say something, answer that you're not allowed to drink anything at dinner so ended your dinner to get something to drink because the stuff was dry.
We weren't allowed to eat any food that came out of a can. My grandmother had some weird vendetta against the Jolly Green Giant.
Quite possibly because she knew people who'd died from lead poisoning from the solder used in canned goods.
Nothing has less vitamins and nutritions than canned food. Also canned stuff is quiet disgusting once you switched to fresh stuff.
my mom also told me to never kiss a girl when the katy perry song "i kissed a girl" came out, so that'll forever be in my head
That song always reminds me of a girl I went to high school with. Around the time it came out she shaved her head and declared she was a lesbian, even quoting the song.
I wasn't allowed to answer the front door. As a five or six year old, I get that I might not know a stranger from a friend or something but I'm legit turning 18 in less than a month and I'm still not allowed to answer the door, even if I see it's a friend or a neighbor standing outside.
I wish that was the rule at my place. I hated having to answer (my mum was always too busy with something else) especially if it was a telemarketer. I was overjoyed when we got an answer phone so mum could hear the message before deciding to answer.
Load More Replies...32 years old and im not really supposed to and i dont live with mine most of the time, but its mostly cause im in a bad neighborhood and you could just get shot
It's like you're not part of the house members, like you're not allowed to let people into their home. Like you're just guest as well.
My family is from South Africa & my dad always had this rule about not whistling at night. He would never explain why nobody was allowed & it used to scare the shit out of me when I was younger. I'm 19 now living alone & to this day if I'm out with friends or at a concert & somebody starts whistling I get tense & I can't really explain why to anybody without sounding insane
Cape Town here - It's a general African superstition that if you whistle after dark you are summoning evil spirits. Which one depends on where exactly in Africa you are. It's also a superstition in parts of Korea and China.
It’s also a superstition in my culture too in the balkans.
Load More Replies...We couldn't whistle inside the house ("You'll whistle all your money away!") and I still feel uncomfortable whenever anyone does it.
I recently read this before somewhere. About not whistling at night. Something about bad energy?
Me too! My South African dad would also get very cross if we would whistle after dark!
same thing around the Appalachians. Things in the Woods have good ears.
I cannot join my 1 year older brother in playing video game outside the house. (He is 10 and I'm 9) Then when I turned 10, I still can't. Like hey mom! I can't beat my brother's age! EDIT for clarification : Outside the house = Internet cafe
Mom was probably an older sibling growing up and knows the pain of having to take younger siblings everywhere with you. Tried to spare her oldest.
I am the oldest and we make sure our oldest is never a "babysitter" to her younger brother.
Load More Replies...I suffered in the same way, but I (F) had an older brother, and I used to get really angry when I was told, either "you're too young" despite being the age at which he was allowed, or told "you're a girl, so you can't" Brother was allowed to 'camp' in the back garden in summer, but I had to wait till I was 12, and only allowed then as my mum stood up for me.
There should be more testing for having children than having cars. Just a thought.
My mom wanted me to look at the sun everyday in the morning for 5 minutes. Her logic was that I’d absorb the sun’s energy and become more powerful. My eyes ended up watering because the morning sun doesn’t suit me for some reason so she gave up
My mother insisted that we were poor and having 2nd hand clothes was a must (only applied to me and never my siblings) So I always had skin tight school uniforms that would leave welts under my armpits and school shoes full of holes - but she was allowed a $4,500 lounge suite. The rule was she got to buy anything and if I asked I was a b*tch. Also I was short, fat and dumpy so I wasn't allowed fashionable clothes because I didn't have the body for it.
Makes me realize how normal my parents were. I can't think of any weirdo and reasonable, they were all very reasonable. We had reasonable curfews, we could cut our hair, take regular showers but of course not super long like half an hour, eat pretty much what we want, could date any race. My brother had a black girlfriend and my parents didn't mind she was at our place and we're white.
Same here. Somehow disturbing to read these peoples’ “habits” up there.
Load More Replies...Girls can’t wear black. I wasn’t allowed to turn heat (baseboard heater) on in my bedroom. The rest of the house was heated with forced air.
not me but my friends growing up. They could not call their parents Mom or Dad. It was always Mr Smith or Ms Smith. Like " I can't come out to play right now, Mr Smith says I have to help him clean out the garage" or "Ms Smith can you sign my permission slip for the school trip tomorrow?"
My mom has strange belief - If you have a food craving, and eat thing you were craving, you gonna throw up. So as a kid, when I said I wanted some food, I wasn't allowed to eat this specific food and had to eat something else. Like every nausea must be caused by eating something you were craving.
My sister and I have often talked about what a great childhood we enjoyed---neither of our brothers are in the picture any longer, but there are two (now men) between her and me (I'm the oldest of four)---and how much fun we had so much of the time. Mom and Dad had basic rules, of course, and we had to obey them, but there weren't any weird ones like "no sitting on your bed," or any of the other ones in this post. Our parents had good, solid heads on their shoulders, and both were intelligent, reasonable, as well as artistic, people. We were all strongly encouraged to read (we had over 6,000 books in the house at any given time, as well as loads of good magazines such as Popular Mechanics, Better Homes and Gardens, so we could always have something from which to learn outside of school stuff), to go out and play---although I usually would sit under or way up in the branches of, our huge maple tree and read, read, read. I love to read! Our parents were truly good people!
There should be more testing for having children than having cars. Just a thought.
My mom wanted me to look at the sun everyday in the morning for 5 minutes. Her logic was that I’d absorb the sun’s energy and become more powerful. My eyes ended up watering because the morning sun doesn’t suit me for some reason so she gave up
My mother insisted that we were poor and having 2nd hand clothes was a must (only applied to me and never my siblings) So I always had skin tight school uniforms that would leave welts under my armpits and school shoes full of holes - but she was allowed a $4,500 lounge suite. The rule was she got to buy anything and if I asked I was a b*tch. Also I was short, fat and dumpy so I wasn't allowed fashionable clothes because I didn't have the body for it.
Makes me realize how normal my parents were. I can't think of any weirdo and reasonable, they were all very reasonable. We had reasonable curfews, we could cut our hair, take regular showers but of course not super long like half an hour, eat pretty much what we want, could date any race. My brother had a black girlfriend and my parents didn't mind she was at our place and we're white.
Same here. Somehow disturbing to read these peoples’ “habits” up there.
Load More Replies...Girls can’t wear black. I wasn’t allowed to turn heat (baseboard heater) on in my bedroom. The rest of the house was heated with forced air.
not me but my friends growing up. They could not call their parents Mom or Dad. It was always Mr Smith or Ms Smith. Like " I can't come out to play right now, Mr Smith says I have to help him clean out the garage" or "Ms Smith can you sign my permission slip for the school trip tomorrow?"
My mom has strange belief - If you have a food craving, and eat thing you were craving, you gonna throw up. So as a kid, when I said I wanted some food, I wasn't allowed to eat this specific food and had to eat something else. Like every nausea must be caused by eating something you were craving.
My sister and I have often talked about what a great childhood we enjoyed---neither of our brothers are in the picture any longer, but there are two (now men) between her and me (I'm the oldest of four)---and how much fun we had so much of the time. Mom and Dad had basic rules, of course, and we had to obey them, but there weren't any weird ones like "no sitting on your bed," or any of the other ones in this post. Our parents had good, solid heads on their shoulders, and both were intelligent, reasonable, as well as artistic, people. We were all strongly encouraged to read (we had over 6,000 books in the house at any given time, as well as loads of good magazines such as Popular Mechanics, Better Homes and Gardens, so we could always have something from which to learn outside of school stuff), to go out and play---although I usually would sit under or way up in the branches of, our huge maple tree and read, read, read. I love to read! Our parents were truly good people!
