44 Parents’ Rules People Didn’t Realize Were Unhinged Until They Grew Up
Interview With ExpertOur parents are a product of how they were raised. That means there’s a good chance that they may pass on the teachings and principles they got from their folks, for better or worse.
For some people, it’s unfortunately the latter. In a recent Reddit thread, they shared the weirdest, most absurd rules their parents ever imposed. Responses ranged from TV shows they couldn’t watch to questionable rituals that made absolutely no sense. The worst part is that they never realized the ridiculousness until they grew older.
Scroll through the list and see if you have any similar experiences.
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I (female) was no allowed to cut my hair. Like at all. This was my father’s rule. When I was about 13 I told my grandma I had the money and asked if she would take me to great clips. She did. Imagine my dad’s surprise when I walked in with a very short pixie cut! He didn’t speak to me for over a month. 🙃 Now I have 2 beautiful little girls myself. My 7 year old is obsessed with KPop demon hunters and asked if she could dye her hair purple… guess who is rocking purple hair!? My beautiful girl!
I was the opposite. My adoptive mother always made me cut my hair. Very short cuts. I once went back to hers after leaving and legally emancipating myself to be declared an adult. She came up behind me and cut off my hair which I always wore in a high long braid. She cut it off about an inch below the top of the braid. And she wonders why I've been NC for decades.
Um, that is @ssault and you could have filled charges against her. wtf.
Load More Replies...wow, a dad refusing to talk to his daughter becauae she cut her hair? what a piece of s**t
I might be an old b*tch but I don't think a 7 year old should dye their hair purple or any other color. Colored hairspray for a party ? Sure. Actual hair dye ? Not for little kids.
My son had blue hair when he was 8 and guess what, nothing bad happened! What is the issue with it? It's just hair and a way to express themselves.
Load More Replies...I had the opposite, always the hated bowl cut and when I was 10 I told ,that I want to grow my hair.
I was the opposite - not allowed to grow my hair and had to have it cut the way my mother wanted until I could pay for it myself at 16 when I got a part-time job while at school.
She didn't want to brush the tangles. Lazy. I'm so sorry she did that to you.
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If you go to the kitchen to cook something for yourself, you have to offer to cook for everyone in the family too. Can't be simple food either, has to be a balanced meal.
I would fast until someone else caved and cooked.
This made me grow up HATING cooking so much. Still makes me irrationally angry.
Yeah well the parents should be making meals or maybe the whole family should pitch in.
Or you could just cook dinner together (or take turns), sit down as a family, and eat your meals together. I am from Europe but have lots of family in the US, all over the country. It always amazes me how they just go out and get either takeout or food to cook at home, just for themselves. Maybe it’s a cultural thing, but it wouldn’t even cross my mind to cook a meal only for myself when there are other family members in the house.
Hmm, I am in the USA and none of my friends and family would ever consider only providing for themselves only and not others.
Load More Replies...One of the most delicious moments of all is staying warm and snuggly in your sleeping bag while somebody else gets the morning campfire going.
Especially when you can smell the cooking smells... so cozy and full of joy
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Once a month I had to pee in a bag, my mom claimed it was so she could test it to make sure I was healthy, but I learned later in life she was a long time d**g user and used it to pass d**g tests.
Did you not read the post? The mom was not testing to see if the kid was healthy. She was using it to pass her d**g tests.
Load More Replies...We had the opportunity to speak with several experts who shared valuable insights about these unusual parenting practices. Counselor and psychotherapist Hanna Lewis from Compare My Health Insurance says parents implement unusual or rigid rules to either manage uncertainty, exert control, or protect their kids from perceived harm.
As Lewis tells Bored Panda, these rules may reflect their anxiety about safety or their need for structure that feels reassuring.
My parents told me to not put their contact info in my phone under “mom” or “dad.” It had to be their first names so it wouldn’t be obvious who to contact if I was ever taken. I didn’t question it until I told a friend in my teens and their response was, “Wait so your parents don’t WANT to be contacted easily if you’re kidnapped?!”.
A lot of people don't put mom or dad because they don't want them getting crank calls or scammers if the phone is stolen.
Growing up, my mom (and sometimes my grandma) used to tell me not to gesticulate so much and pointed out how wrinkled my other grandma was. I was a total Jim Carrey-style clown, always making faces and exaggerating expressions. They’d warn me that if I kept it up, I’d get really wrinkled when I got old.
I was honestly tired of hearing it but never had a clever comeback, until one day, after a tea-time visit at my friend’s place. Her mom made the same comment, and I just said: “At least when I’m old, I’ll be able to say I was happy and enjoyed life”. I mentioned this to my mom and she said that was clever.
My friend passed away at 35 from osteosarcoma. In our last call, she told me: “Get those wrinkles for me.”
I love this. This has always been my attitude when it comes to aging. Not everyone is lucky enough to grow old, I'd rather enjoy my time here without worrying about silly things like how I look. Wrinkles are beautiful they tell the story of your life!
“Get those wrinkles for me.” And now you've shared them with us. Your departed friend would be happy.
I don't believe it is true, that you get more wrinkles from making faces. Your facial muscles need exercise, and the skin will get more exercise too.
I think you get a few more in a few places but in the other hand, your face doesn't go down, which make you look older, too There're even recommended gestures for preventing It. Anyway, I agree with the person of the post.
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In my teen years, I had to wear clothes many sizes larger than what I actually was to hide my figure. Like, pants were size 8-12 and shirts size large.
When I moved away from home and gained independence, I realized I was a size 4 in pants and a size small in tops, and it wasn’t “s**tty” or “revealing” to wear clothes that fit properly.
They weren't shaming her body, they were shaming her birthright as a female.
Load More Replies...My mother was like this with me. It was to hide the fact I was thin and supposedly make me look fatter. It didn't work I just looked like a skinny kid in baggy clothes.
Family member was probably a p**o and they wanted to make sure you weren't a target
That is one *possible* explanation. Alternatively: parent was overweight and insecure; parent was paranoid about scchool rules regarding "revealing" clothes; OP's first tries at styling really were a bit over the top and parent(s) over compensated, etc etc.
Load More Replies...“Many” sizes larger? Jeez the difference between even 8 and 4 is huge. Like 40+ pounds difference. Sounds like Harry Potter - you poor thing!
Licensed marriage and family therapist Lea Trageser concurs that questionable rules may be a product of fear on the part of parents. But as she points out, these actions aren’t done for no reason.
“The rules are maladaptive attempts at fixing a problem that the parents witness or fear,” she explained.
No pooping in the house.
Not mine, but a classmate’s dad had this rule and he was SERIOUS about it. So any sleepovers there was a zero tolerance rule about s******g in his house. We had to hold it or go on a group exodus to the nearest store to poop together.
What’s strange is this was in the Bay Area where everyone was on city sewer and septic wasn’t a thing. Also his house was massive (6 beds, 5 baths) so it wasn’t an issue of availability.
To this day I have no idea why he didn’t want kids s******g in his house.
I was shocked to discover how many people think it's the hight of rudeness for visitors to use their toilet for a s**t. They literally expect you to hold it or go home.
My sister and I had cats growing up. Our cats were absolutely not allowed in our rooms.
UNLESS...we asked and were given permission. getting to sleep with our doors open so the kitties could come in and jump up with us was treated like a rare treat, like a special occasion.
Now at 31, i still get a little feeling of "ooooo!" when I'm at someone's house and they just...have their bedroom open and their pet's chilling on their bed.
This rule is actually more common than one would think. I used to sleep with my pets (cat and dogs) but nowadays I prefer my bed clean, free of dirt, and smelling nice. I don't stop my daughter from sleeping with her cat though.
I'm fairly sure the bed actually belongs to my cat and I am lucky enough to be allowed to sleep there
We weren’t allowed to watch anything that involved witchcraft or magic. We’d watch the Little Mermaid, and my mom would fast forward through the part where Ariel sells her soul and gives up her voice. Lion King? The scene where Rafiki summons Mufasa’s spirit. Snow White? When the crone makes the poisoned apple. I couldn’t watch or read Harry Potter until I was well into my teens and that was only after a serious conversation with my parents explaining how none of it was real and to read it with a “discerning eye” to avoid…tarnishing my soul? I don’t know. Anyways, I’m super into fantasy books and tv shows now so it kind of had the opposite effect intended.
My parents were like this. We weren't allowed to watch most cartoons, because Smurfs and My Little Pony had magic, but live action Batman, or Mr.Rogers was okay (my dad did puppetry so they weren't afraid of the magic kingdom, but Muppets was off limits)
I just gotta say the first time I watched the original animated Disney "The Little Mermaid" as an adult, when my daughter was around 3 and we were going through the Disney catalog, I realized it's kind of terrible... 💀 16 year old girl changes herself entirely and leaves all friends and family for a man she met *once*.... not the role model I want my daughter to have lol. And Sebastian was right, up here sucks àss lmao
I like the Grimm Ariel better. But not sure if you'd want your kids to read it since spoiler ......... She dies in the end
Load More Replies...Sounds like my ex. He tried to convince his kids that Harry Potter was about Satan worshipping. But they were allowed to read adult orientated anime comics full of s*x etc..
Isn’t Hogwarts based on the British public schools, complete with chapel, etc?
Load More Replies...My ex-best friend of over a decade was similarly closeted. We're no longer friends because she tried to convert me to her religion and, just after my father had died, was telling me "don't worry; you'll find someone" (she'd just got engaged to her equally religious partner of approximately a month). I'm not proud to say I ghosted her, but I think ghosting was politer than me replying with what I actually thought.
my mother wouldn't let us watch buffy, so I went to my friend every saturday at 5. chronicles of Narnia was ok though?
The fear of your getting tarnished is actually very silly since the witchcraft shown turns against the user or doer in almost every story. In fact I believe that many of those stories were written to warn children that witchcraft is dangerous.
When I was younger I was huge into Harry Potter (this was before all the stuff about JKR came out, plus I was a kid with no internet access to know about it anyways). I once asked to watch one of the movies in the living room since my bedroom TV didn't have a DVD player, and my mom said sure- As long as there wasn't anything like witchcraft. I was like, "No, nothing like that at all," as if they don't attend a school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, lol.
The thing is, these unusual rules carry potential repercussions, particularly on the child’s psyche. Trageser says that if a child grows up in an environment where they aren’t allowed to ask “why,” they may struggle to stand up for themselves.
Meanwhile, Lewis says irrational rules may suppress a child’s curiosity, autonomy, and trust. And when they grow up, they may carry guilt, anxiety, and resentment as adults.
Okay, so growing up, my parents had this super strict rule that we couldn’t wear socks in the house after 6 PM. Like... what?? 😂 They said it was because your feet need to breathe in the evening. I didn’t question it. Just barefoot all night like it was some kind of family ritual. I remember once I had friends over and one of them got scolded for having socks on at 7:30. I was like, Oh nooo, you broke the sacred foot law. 😅
Kinda strange, but also I love being barefoot, as soon as I'm home from work those socks are coming off. Stepping on the soft lawn barefoot? 15/10 experience
I love wearing socks unless I'm sleeping. Otherwise, I feel weirdly naked without them. I especially like wool socks. They're so comfy. ♥️
Load More Replies...Don't you dare tell my child what she can, or cannot wear. And don't you dare tell her to remove any of her clothing, even socks.
Load More Replies...I would have loved this rule. My dad had this rule that we had to wear shoes and socks or slipper s and sock at all times! We even kept slippers and socks by our beds, in case we needed to get up and use the potty. At night. If you were caught by dad without shoes and sock, the punishment was severe and painful. Needless to say, I discovered the wonders of bare feet when I moved out as a teen. And currently as a. 50 something, I go barefoot as much as possible.
Well... Not strange science recently discovered strange fungi on some peoples feet in addition to strange bacteria in belly buttons, so consider it a lucky guess thing? Like not drinking London water because they pood in it in 1880s Cholera thing. Theyre right, they just didnt know exactly why yet.
We weren’t allowed to have any lights on after 9 pm. like, no lamps, no tv, nothing. thought it was normal until I realized most people just… live in their houses at night.
How about lighted clocks? When I was in high school I had a clock-radio with a light that was bright enough for reading and writing. I’ve always had sleep issues but turning that light up high kept me entertained while not being able to sleep. Now I know the health risks to excessive nighttime lighting and prefer to sleep in complete darkness.
In my family, everyone had to be in their room by 9PM. Lights off by 10PM as a kid. As a teen, I was allowed to stay up all night if I wanted, but only in my room and obviously no noise because everyone else is sleeping. I once stayed on the family computer five minutes past 9, my grandfather went and switched the power off for that room.
k, I'll just shuffle to and from the bathroom in complete effing darkness, step on pets, and stub my toe
With today's back-lit phones and tablets, such a rule would not be much of a problem.
I wasn’t allowed to eat until my parents said I could and only what they allowed. I would go to sleep so hungry most days. When I couldn’t take it anymore I would go to the kitchen in the middle of the night and eat anything I could that they wouldn’t notice. Spoonful of peanut butter, regular butter, a slice of bread, a couple saltine crackers, etc.
There is also a possibility that these rules will become obsolete as the child grows up. According to parenting author Tim McCarthy, some children may eventually become more ready to comprehend their parents’ explanations. However, parents must also do their part.
“When the child is older, change the rule or at least explain why you made the rule, so they understand,” McCarthy said.
We had to stand in the doorway of our bedrooms waiting for ‘inspection’ before we were allowed out of our rooms on Saturdays. Even if you had to go to the bathroom right across the hall, you had to stand (with your legs crossed) until mom thought your room was clean and tidy enough. I hated when my one brother got inspected first as he always had something to pick up and put away and it would take forever. You couldn’t just push things under the bed or closet as these would be inspected too. It made me compulsively neat and organized but it took me a long time to stop having to do it all before Saturday.
That is actual t0ture, if you make a kid wait to go to the bathroom. Powertripping bltch of a mother.
Throughout most of history women only had power over their kids
Load More Replies...Be sure to do the same to your parents when they come to visit you. If they say anything just say "Rules"
Under no circumstance could i lay down after eating. supposedly my great grandpa died from choking on a peach pit. which like dude why are you eating the pit and how is that even connected????
Now that I am in the later years of my life, I MUST eat no later than 5 o'clock or so, or if I do, to walk or do some other activity to help with digestion. Aspirating stomach contents at night is a REAL drag.
You are having a giraffe! I am 71, and normally eat around nine pm, and then have something else when I go to bed, or even eat sweets and chocolate when I am in bed!
Load More Replies...A day or two after I adopted my 9-10 month old Siberian Husky I was making a peach blueberry pie and she asked to see what I had in my hand. It was a cling peach pit and I held it out to her, not expecting her to snatch it and swallow it before I could stop her. She had a gut of steel and could eat almost anything but I learned to not show her something she shouldn’t eat but might have. She was such a great dog and I miss her still. I’m sorry OP’s grandpa somehow died that way.
I can understand the rule, given what happened to great grandpa. Still, it's an overreaction to something that had happened long before you were born. Family story that became bigger and more alarming with each mention of it.
Well, I wasn't allowed to walk down the street to the convenience store - with a friend who happened to be a boy - after school because it made people think I was a "Street Walker" aka s*x worker. I was also s**t shamed at 3 for normal exploratory behavior with a friend, along with a lot of other stuff over the years. I'm almost 48 and still have personal issues regarding modesty and sexuality because of it, despite therapy. My mother is dead, and I'm not sad about it.
At the end of my second year of summer school I told my parents to pick me up a week or so after classes ended so I could go with my boyfriend to visit his parents. My àsshōle father shows up right after I finish my final and insisted I leave because he said I wasn’t allowed to go “shack up with” my boyfriend. Um, visiting his very Catholic parents was not at all like shacking up with him. My father demanded my other relatives join him in shunning me. I really hated that man. My father. Not my boyfriend.
Your last sentence is the natural outcome of such treatment of a child.
It would be a natural knee-jerk response to deem such actions as irresponsible parenting. But at the end of the day, it all comes down to them trying to do their best.
McCarthy put it succinctly: “Parents don't have to be perfect; they just have to be loving and do the best they can.”
We had to take our shoes off before getting into our dad’s car. He’d even brush our shoes and feet off of any dirt that might’ve been accumulated. He didn’t want to get the inside of his car dirty. We couldn’t put our shoes back on until we were out of the car.
One night he was driving home and saw this man in a wheelchair pushing himself backwards along the side of the road. It was raining so dad decided to offer him a ride (this was the late 80’s early 90’s). He helped the man into the car, got him situated and drove him to his destination. Dad noticed his passenger seat was pretty wet.. much wetter than it should have been considering it wasn’t raining that **hard**. Turns out the man had peed his pants and it soaked into the seat.
That rule went out the window that night lmao.
My exs dad used to get people to remove their shoes as well, before getting into his cars. he also used to spend HOURS every Saturday washing and cleaning his cars, so they would look good for church.
When my ex-husband bought a brand new car, I wasn't allowed to wear my shoes in it.
I don't understand how someone peeing in the car negated the shoe rule. Can someone help me please?
The car was already dirty beyond ‘perfect’ and any more dirt wouldn’t matter for resale value, perhaps.
Load More Replies...So where do the shoes go while you were in the car? Did he drive without shoes?
I was forced to throw away a book about evolution and another one about mythological creatures because they "went against God".
I have searched for both as an adult so I could own them in spite.
I always say "What if evolution was God's way of creation". For some reason, it makes the extremes from both sides pretty angry.
I've wondered this too. I was raised religious but don't consider myself Christian anymore, but as I was growing and hearing the whole debate, I just rationalized all of the "contradictory" science as God's plan. I think I was told the whole "seven days of creation" were much longer than our seven days, each spanning hundreds and thousands of years, which was how humans never existed alongside dinosaurs. After all, to an immortal being, surely time feels different?
Load More Replies...Mythological creatures being against God? I won't make the comment I'm thinking because I don't want to needlessly offend religious folks, but... geez.
My mom threw out my treasured books of fairy tales, claiming that at 12, I was too old for them. She replaced them with books of her choosing. I had a shelf of Nancy Drew mysteries, along with some Bobbsey Twins, because she liked them. I c*****d the cover of a few out of curiosity, Other than that, the books became dust collectors. I eventually donated the lot to a church rummage sale.
No Harry Potter books on the property because it "invited evil spirits on the ground"... I'm surprised I made it through childhood alive with that mother, you wouldn't believe how many demons are out there guys!!
According to my mom, everyone has demons swirling around them all the time. She also believes EM waves are making her hair fall out, so yeah.
Ooooh! But you can buy special necklaces for that! There are also “grounding plugs” that are like a power plug but with no wiring and clay inside. You can buy lovely silver fabric on Amazon to make your own protection garments as well as mattress underlayment, floor mats, and who knows what all.
Load More Replies...I have three amazing adult children. They couldn't wait for the latest installment to hit the mail box every summer when they were little. We almost couldn't keep their noses out of the Harry Potter books. I didn't realize I'd failed them...........
You didn't fail them unless you told them that Harry Potter books were realistic.
Load More Replies...You're right: I don't believe how many demons are supposed to be out there 😆
Speaking of parents taking action, Trageser encourages parents to reflect on generational patterns. She emphasized the importance of, at the very least, trying to break the cycle, especially if they were also raised in an environment where absurd rules were in place.
“Without the guidance of a professional or intentional self-reflection, that is when the attempts can become harmful and maladaptive,” Trageser said.
I met a girl who said she wasn’t allowed to watch/read Harry Potter when she was little. I’m like, “Oh, is your family religious?” She says, “No. My dad just didn’t think it was realistic.” So then I’m like, “Ohhh are your parents really strict but intellectual? Like ‘science is the only thing we believe in here!’?” And she responds, “Well no. My parents weren’t big on science-y things like going to the doctor and or vaccines.”
So no Harry Potter but not for religious reasons. They don’t believe in God or science…so..what?
your parents were wizards. As your father noted the depiction of magic in Harry Potter is very unrealistic. They just didn't want you getting false information about how magic works.
They don’t believe in God or science… They just believe in any random opinion they pull out of their a*s.
I pity people like that from the bottom of my soul, Must be like living with only shades of black & white & never hearing a note of music.
My late, very religious, sister advised my daughters that Barney was demonic as he 'conjured' things. My nephew (her grandson) was into Harry Potter, which she found totally acceptable. ???
Well, which is more demonic - John Williams's Harry Potter scores or the Barney song?
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My mom (rest in heaven, Mom) forbade us from sleeping with our hair wet... Bc we'd wake up blind.
My friend's mom wouldn't let him keep his pet turtle bc, according to her, turtles made you dumb.
Sleeping with your hair wet isn't good for your hair anyway. It's also very uncomfortable, I don't know how some people do it.
I hate blowdrying (and it's supposedly bad for your hair. And combing it while wet is supposed to be bad, too). My hair is long and thick, so it would take an eternity and make my arms go stiff. I wash my hair in the evening, go to sleep with a towel on my pillow, and wake up with mostly just moist hair. 🤷
Load More Replies...Wake up blind from wet hair? Omg... I do occasionally sleep with a deep medication hair conditioner in my hair. Wrap it up in a towel after brushing the conditioner thoroughly through it. But the turtles! 😯
Please don't make me any more stupid, I am already struggling so hard! 🧠
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My mom laughs about a girl she knew growing up who had a strict 10 pm curfew because “you’ll get pregnant if you stay out too late.” All through school this was the rule and her parents were adamant about it.
Fast forward a few years, mom’s like 21/22 and she runs into another old friend. They start talking and, guess what friend heard? Curfew girl is pregnant!
Mom’s response? “Huh, guess she stayed out after 10 o’clock.”
Reminds me of that old joke where a man brought his two rabbits to the vet, who told him that the female was pregnant. "Can't be!", the accidental breeder insisted. "I put them in separate cages every night!" 😄
Load More Replies...My father's family are conservative, Italian immigrants. My mother is a mangia-cake from a non-religious upbringing. When my dad's niece started dating in high school, my aunt and uncle forbade her from going out at night, for fear what she and the boy might do together. My mother (who had recently started dating my father) told them "anything you're afraid of her doing at night, she can do during the day"...so my cousin was allowed then out at night. All my cousins love my mom because she always pointed out the older generation's "traditions" that didn't make sense.
If you were a child who grew up following rules that didn’t make sense to you, Lewis advises looking back from a perspective of empathy. As she stated, many parents act out of love, but also due to limited resources or outdated beliefs shaped by their upbringing and generation.
And while it does not erase the impact, Lewis says trying to understand where parents are coming from and why they did what they did helps explain their behavior.
My parents had this rule where you couldn't eat cereal after 6pm because your body doesn't digest grains properly at night. I didn't question it just quietly accepted that Weet-Bix was a morning only thing. Years later I realised it was complete nonsense and probably just a tactic to keep us from raiding the pantry before bed.
Now I eat cereal at 11pm out of spite.
As kids we always had cereal at bedtime. My brother had a huge bowl of cornflakes with a full pint of milk poured on top. Every night!
My mom used to make breakfast for supper occasionally just as a treat. Loved it.
I can still see myself eating Cheerios in the kitchen at 8:30 because I didn’t like dinner. Lol
Couldn’t wear watches because ‘time is a social construct’. Yes, we were late to everything.
Clothes are partially a social construct, no? Yes, we wear them for warmth as well, but many people are also concerned about modesty.
Obeying your parents is a social construct too, so hand me my watch please.
If time is a social construct how does the sun know when to rise in the morning?
To quote Douglas Adams, "Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so."
Most of life as a human is social constructs. We’re social animals. We live in societies. Pretty much everything that isn’t about staying alive and passing on our genes is a “social construct”.
I’m 75 and I rarely wore a watch unless I absolutely needed it for timing something. The trick is you have to plan your events so they flow logically into the next one so you’re never late. So it can be done with no watch.
When I was in high school, my dad would take my car keys if my grades slipped (in his definition, anything under a B+). Which in and of itself wasn't too crazy...except that if I wanted them back before the next report cards came out, I could "earn" them back by *donating blood.*
I was never able to get him to explain the reasoning behind it. It was just like this weird blood sacrifice ritual to summon car keys back from the shadowlands or something.
Not sure where the OP is from, but most countries allow it at 16 or 17 with parental consent.
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I wasn’t allowed to wear black two days in a row because I might be perceived as “gothic.”
I’m not allowed to buy black clothing anymore… but that’s because I have white-ish cat and need another northern dog and I don’t want to have to worry about pet hair. It’s my own rule so I can break it whenever I want.
Any color i wear is decorated with white and orange 😸
Load More Replies...One of my students could still be Goth if you dressed her in that pink Barney the Dinosaur costume. Her ambition was to be the cosmologist at a funeral home. I told her that her dream was great but "Take some business management classes too.' Unsurprisingly, she now runs the place.
How many of us out here vowed we would never do ****** that our parents did?
I don't care anymore about if I'm perceived as a goth 😜 I wear black clothing because then everything matches, no spending an extra hour in the morning trying to find things that match plus? Saves on laundry/electric bills because you can just stick everything into the washing machine. You don't need to do separate loads 🙂
Yeah, I just ruined knowingly my stupid pink dress, cause I hated it. Now full goth.
Not falling asleep on the couch of a bar in the middle of the night because that would reflect bad on my mother. Why would she be still in the bar if her children were so tired?
As if, being at the bar accompanied by two children in the middle of the night, on a school day, wasn't that bad.
On top of that, don't fall asleep at home when she was drunk and needed to tell her story, and help by picking her up from the floor. That's just plain rude.
On top of that, don't interrupt her sleeping all afternoon, or, on "better days" don't complain you're tired when she wants to go swimming/tanning and to the poolbar at 11 a.m. Why would you complain about doing something fun? Other children love to go to the pool! Ungrateful.
Also, don't expect you can bring your nintendo DS and sit covered up in a towel watching the screen (sun made it hard to see) because you're supposed to get a tan in summer, such a sabotage.
Don't complain when she wants to the regular bar after the pool closes at 7 p.m, because, you had your fun at the pool and now she deserves her fun at the bar. We could play our nintendo ds there tho, it kept us quiet.
Repeat.
Need a license to drive, fish, hunt or cut someone's hair. But any moron can be a parent.
I strongly believe there should be a test before you're allowed to procreate.
Load More Replies...An a****t and a control freak in one body. Not sure if she had a soul...
As an adult living in my parents’ house, I had to get permission from my mom to download an app on my phone…like for real she had parental controls on my phone that wouldn’t allow me to download any app without her code.
That is one of very many weird, controlling things she did into my adulthood. Then she cried and wondered why I wanted to move out and live by myself….
... why did you not just buy a new phone/set up a new account, poster? There are so many ways around this. Unless Mumsy was paying, there's no reason to be dealing with that.
Right, because teenagers have $1200 for an iPhone just lying around
Load More Replies...This actually seems reasonable parenting. If the parent pays for the phone, they probably didn't want you downloading a microtransaction based game. My sister had a bill of over $400 because her son didn't know the game money was real money. And my husband fell into the trap thinking small $5 transactions didn't matter until I pointed out he had paid almost $320 for a "free" game in three months.
You were only allowed to take two slices of cucumber from the communal salad bowl at dinner, no more. There was no cucumber scarcity or anything like that. Just that my mother insisted on making sure everyone had an exactly equal share. Just cucumber though, nothing else.
We kids weren't allowed to laugh, because "if someone's laughing, someone's about to get hurt" like ????
Sure. I've heard many parents say things, worried, like 'I'm going to check if everything is.ok, it's been quiet for too long'.
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We weren’t allowed to read The Berenstain Bears because the dad bear was portrayed as a doofus and it wasn’t acceptable to have parental figures portrayed negatively.
I never thought the dad was a doufus, he just wanted his kids to learn to be independent, and let them learn their own lessons.
Why spend money to get a book about an idiot father when you've got such a prime example at home?
Apparently Bluey (a blue heeler dog hero of kid’s TV) isn’t man enough for some Christians because he plays dress up with his kids and “doesn’t go to work” enough. I think he’s an archeologist or some other academic so he’s gone for days or weeks at a time but it doesn’t count? Oh- I guess one of the kids is Bluey. Episode 552 from October 10, 2024 of the Friendly Atheist covered it so everything I know about Bluey I learned from Hemant Mehta and Jessica Bleumke.
Ridiculous. Bandit Heeler is possibly the most positive, wholesome fictional dad ever.
Load More Replies...I don't think this is so weird? Although I'm British so don't know the Berenstain Bears specifically. My sister's kids aren't allowed to watch Peppa Pig because she is a badly-behaved bully
It’s not a rule, but it was a daily occurrence that I later realized was insane:
My dad used to buy us each at least one 2-liter bottle of Coca Cola **every day**, since I was about 13. We’d just stroll around drinking it all day. Bring it to the dinner table. Have it while doing homework, whatever. This went on until I was probably 20. It means I probably drank well over 2,500 2-liter bottles of Coke in my life.
It’s like we were trying to hydrate, but with dibeetus juice.
No, there weren’t any concerns for our health for some reason. Yes, we are both diabetic (he passed long ago). Yes, I do wish that was never normalized in my home.
In the last decade, I’ve probably drank less that 10 liters of Coke.
Yeah. One day when I was 18 my dad mentioned he was starting to go type 2 diabetic, and I realized I couldn't remember the last time I drank water. He would buy cases of soda every week and we thought fruit juice was healthy because it came from "fruit". Juice and soda were the first drinks I gave up, then coffee and tea, and now I only can have water.
But coffee and tea are good for you, so you can drink that if you don't dislike them, just without sugar or cream. Personally I think that putting sugar in tea is disgusting, but then I love a good cup of tea.
Load More Replies...Diabeetus. 😂 If you're not American (and older than 40) you may not get the joke. Wilford-68...881b89.jpg
I was sort of addicted to Coca-Cola from a young age. Stopped in Dec '23 after a concussion, just never had a taste for it any more. I don't have diabetes, and really don't think Coke can cause it unless you already have a genetic predisposition for it. I rarely drink any soda any more, just fruit juice, milk and water.
Our “rule” was we had to split one can of soda 3 ways. I didn’t have my own can until high school
It wasn't a rule but we never had water to drink at the table. We had Kool aid or soda pop usually cokes. I don't think my mom meant to cause diabetes (yes I am diabetic) that's just how the 70s and 80s were.
In my life I’ve probably drank less than 10 liters of Coke but I agree with the Bloom County assessment of both Coke and Pepsi as tasting like malted battery acid.
Have you ever tasted malted battery acid to make an actual comparison?
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Nobody was allowed to go to the toilet at night, we all had buckets (with lids) in our bedroom...
To be fair, night basins and chamber pots were once common.
Load More Replies...There's a nearly finished toilet roll at the left so whoever took the picture might have been enthroned at the time and didn't want to appear in the shot.
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I wasn't allowed to shower before my stepdad in the morning, even if it made me late to school, and my shower was only allowed to be 5 minutes or he would turn the light off and lock the door from the outside knowing I had a massive fear of the dark.
He also worked from home and not on a set schedule, and we had a decent hot water tank, but he would purposefully crank the heat up and let it run before he had a shower just so there wasn't any hot water left.
I would NEVER ALOW A MAN ( or lack there of )treat my children that way EVER even if I did love him ,you are not allowed to treat my kids that way ..
No flushing at night (unless it was poop) because I couldn’t wake dad.
Had to go up the stairs on my tippy toes because I couldn’t wake dad. Still go up stairs weirdly quiet to this day.
If dad was napping during the day, had to have the TV on low. If it got loud/woke him up, I would hear about it/be guilted.
Friends couldn’t ring the doorbell in case my dad was taking a nap.
Dogs couldn’t go outside when he was asleep because they might bark.
It wasn’t until I had a bad migraine in college and my roommates kept on living though I was trying to nap that I realized it wasn’t normal.
Swap dad for stepmother, and same. Effectively couldn't use the bathroom at night - opening the bathroom door would wake her up apparently, so would closing it, opening and closing the toilet lid was also too much, so was the sound of use. Apparently there was no reason that anyone would need to use it because they shouldn't be up at night to need it, except for her waking up needing to pee, that was allowed.
Sorry you had to put up with that stupidity.
Load More Replies...I thought it was an unwritten rule for everyone to avoid flushing the toilet in the middle of the night when it might wake up other people. I hear it when my upstairs neighbors flush the toilet or take a shower at night, so I'm all for that rule: if you only need to pee at 1AM, don't flush.
Personally, I don't know that to be a thing around here (it may well be and I just don't know). If I lived with someone that was likely to wake when I flushed, I'd be okay with sticking to flushing #2s -- but yeah, I'm definitely flushing those. I won't compromise on that, for everyone's sake.
Load More Replies...When I'm at my dad's house, I don't flush the toilet at night except for poop. He is a light sleeper, and the W/C is right beside his bedroom.
I wonder if Dad worked weird hours or had two jobs. We absolutely gave deference to my father in our house - waking him up would have been a no no. We also couldn’t sleep in on the weekends. I am a huge morning person though and hate noise at night though. I slept til 7 today and haven’t done that in years!
I wasn’t allowed to paint my toenails black because….Satan. Yup. They were dark blue for years because it was as close as I could get to black.
As a child, I wasn’t allowed to wear black. It was considered a “grownup” color.
I also could only wear white or beige underwear. No other colors bc they were “fast.”
Now my entire wardrobe is black and I have a huge collection of lace and trapdoor panties….
Brain to hands: "Must not Google "trapdoor panties"... Must not Google "trapdoor panties"... Must NOT..."
Idk what "trapdoor panties" is.. 😶 but 95% of my wardrobe is black, but my socks and undergarments are always fun and colorful 😸
My mom only bought me white underwear all through my childhood. As an adult I don't own a single pair that color. 😊 I have one flesh-toned pair, but the rest are crazy colors and patterns.
I'd hate that. Imagine an early visit from Aunt Flo in those. 😔
Load More Replies...So has anyone been game enough to Google wtf 'trapdoor panties' are? I have never heard that term in my life. And black goes with everything (assuming it isn't different shades of black, in which case, that's a faux pas IMO 😂). Jazz it up with a nice handbag and cute jewellery and you're set for life.
Tried to google them, only found panties and boxers with the word - or a phrase including the word - "trapdoor" printed on them. Is it a brand reference maybe???
Load More Replies...Much like Henry Rollins, I prefer gray, but being Deep South Texas, I only wear blue, to annoy confederates
My parents bought colorful underwear for us, but the colours were mostly not machine wash proof and I got so tired of the washout colours so nowadays I only wear white panties.
Everyone in my familt wore black once we became tweens. It's just the way it was. I still wear all black and so do my kids and grandkids.
There were certain rooms we could not walk in because it messed up the vacuum lime pattern.
There is this wonderful thing called a carpet rake that cleans up those unsightly footprints
TIL about the existence of this superbly useless instrument!
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We were never allowed to wash our hair directly with the shower head, it had to go into a bucket first and then we had to pour it on our head. My mom was convinced it would prevent hair-loss in the future and sadly it didn’t work.
I had a mate (UK - 1980s) who wasn’t allowed to come back to his house for any reason during the day, even to go to the toilet. If he did he’d be forced to stay inside for the entire day.
So if we were hanging out and he needed the toilet, he’d have to go in some bushes and wipe his a**e on a Dock leaf. Ffs!
My first thought was? One of his parents was maybe having am affair?
There's a good chance your mate didn't have toilet paper at home. My mom refused to buy it for several years when I was teenager.
My grandparents would kick my dad out when he was like 4 years old to go play in the park down the street (he was born in 1950, Vancouver).
The bushes? I mean, maybe occasionally, if you're not near a store or something. But surely they weren't ALWAYS out in the boonies? Why didn't he find a gas station or a fast food place to run into? No dime for the stall? Didn't want to crawl under?
We had 20 mins to eat a meal and couldn't talk during dinner.
As the parent of I swear the slowest eaters and biggest talkers on the planet, I get this. I would never do it, but I get the sentiment. Sometimes I just want them to eat their dinner already.
When we were really young, it was 15 minutes, and if we didn't finish by then we would get a spanking. We'd still have to finish our food after that spanking was handed out. None of us have a great relationship with food.
And now people are complaining that families don't eat leasurely and talk about their day during dinner.
Forcing me (36f) to bathe with my friends until I was ten and straight refused.(Mostly but not exclusively female)Started a whole argument. Next time she tried to make me shower with the neighbor I fought and fought. She gave up. Im in the u.s. it was like 1998 and we didn't have any real reason why that was necessary.
I lived with a parental dress code in high school. White socks, black shoes, pants an inch too short (making the white socks more obvious), button down collared s***s, and crew cut - made me look more like a geek than the horn rim glasses did ‘66-70.
Took me a while to figure out what the censored word was. I think it's $hirts but I can't think why they'd censor that?
Because the OP made a typo in their post, and accidentally wrote sㅤhits instead of shirts.
Load More Replies...If you don’t censor socks, why would you censor shirts? Unless you were talking about a completely different thing lol 😂
The OP accidentally wrote sh!ts instead of shirts.
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My Mom's had a rule that my sister and I couldn't fly on the same plane together. We always had to fly offset where my dad would fly with me and her with my sister etc. One of the biggest arguments we had was when we were in our early twenty's and went on a trip together - on the same plane obviously.
No rules about riding in the same car or anything like that even though that's way more dangerous.
During WWII, a family of brothers (I think 7) all joined the navy. The brothers all wound up serving on the same ship. The ship was destroyed and all of the brothers were k**led. I think it was because of this incident, the rule that siblings couldn't serve on the same ship together was enacted.
In the novel "The Hotel New Hampshire" there's a family that's the same. Spoiler: one of the planes crashes 🙄
No pierced ears before 16. Because at 16, I was grown enough to decide if I wanted pierced ears or not.
We could not say “holy cow” because cows aren’t holy (obviously not from Hindu background). So we said “perforated cow” as in a cow full of holes.
I was called a G*ypsy and doomed for life because I got a 2nd set of earrings in both ears. My father tried convincing me I was a fallen woman (I was 12) because of it. But it was fine when my mother did it.
My Dad refused to allow us to ‘mutilate ourselves’ ie get our ears pierced until we were 18. My older sister negotiated it down to 16. Obviously, Mum took me to get my ears pierced at 15!
I remember a time (in the US) when it would be considered cussing to exclaim For G0d's Sake!
I was allowed when I turned 10. I begged for them for years and I very much was able to decide. I had to earn it though by getting good grades. As a teen I made a 2nd set of holes myself - using the studs that the 1st holes were pierced with. 😊 One of them closed up, but the other is still there. Although I never use it.
I LOVE THE LAST ONE LOL I was only allowed to get my seconds before sixteen (still not sixteen yet. I really want a nose piercing one day)
I got my nose pierced at sixteen, on a whim. Didn't ask for permission...
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We weren't allowed to scrape the butter knife of peanut butter, butter, mayo, jelly, things of this nature back into its container. They called it 'the devil's share' and you had to just waste whatever was left on the knife because if you didn't, the devil would be mad at you.
My family was f*****g weird about it and I never once saw the devil lick it clean, so I'm not sure why he'd make a fuss about it.
I get this one, i hate when food is contaminated with other foods. I've always been a picky eater, growing up with 7 siblings my parents were always struggling financially so food waste was a big no-no. I couldn't eat any foods that were contaminated with something I didn't like, eg I hate peanut butter but I like jam, so I'd go to put jam on my toast and open the jar to see a load of peanut butter in there, I'd instantly feel sick and wouldn't be able to eat anything at all. I was dangerously underweight already due to early childhood a***e/neglect so things like this were a huge deal for me and still are huge triggers. (Coffee in the sugar jar is my biggest pet peeve right now, so many people do this one and I hate coffee so this drives me crazy, i don't want my tea to taste like coffee. Put the sugar in first or use a different spoon!)
Do you have Arfid? I’m learning a lot about this recently and it makes it all make sense.
Load More Replies...I agree with this. Only scoop what you need, and if there's a little left, scrape it on the bread. I hate crumbs mixed in the butter, or mayo, or whatever. The "devil's share" thing is weird though.
I can see it if there were crumbs or something else on the knife. I'd just use it up. But if you are spooning jam on something and you decide there's enough, why not replace the rest? It's untouched.
Load More Replies...Use what you scoop. Dip as many times as needed, but fresh utensil for each type (mustard spoon does not go into mayonnaise jar).
I wasn’t allowed to say I was bored. This always struck me as normal because my dad just didn’t want me to be ungrateful and he wanted me to recognize my privilege. But speaking with my old roommates about it, they pointed out that it’s kinda weird and not-good to not be allowed to express normal, age-appropriate human emotions.
If I told my mother I was bored, she said I knew where the vacuum was. Since I didn’t care much for vacuuming, I learned to amuse myself.
My mom would say "oh great, if you're bored you can figure out something to do. Or you can do housework! 😄". Weird how we always managed to come up with a new game or sth 😆
"you can always clean the ..." whatever room, kitchen, etc
Load More Replies...My mother always told us "Only bores get bored." Even if true, not very helpful, mama.
I agree with your father on this one. I was frequently bored as a child, because there was very little money for any extras. No scouts, music/dance lessons, few toys, summer camp, nothing beyond the TV. As for "expressing age-appropriate" human emotions? Sounds like your roommates were from privileged families themselves.
Not being allowed to asky "why" about f*****g anything because asking why is what leads to arguments 🙄.
That seems insane to me! Kids are inquisitive by nature, not being allowed to question things can be bad for their development and hold them back intellectually. All kids go through that annoying phase where they ask constant questions and ask why about a million times a day,. While incredibly irritating for adults around them it's a perfectly normal and necessary part of childhood development.
When I asked my parents a "why" question about something they didn't want to talk about, they'd say "because Y is a crooked letter." I never did know what that meant.
That is probably because your parents was afraid to show you how little they knew.
I used to work for a dr. I remember he'd say things, then if I asked questions (I always ask questions), he'd get defensive. It's not that I disagree, I just want more info, doc.
My car had a curfew but I didn't.
I could stay out all night doing whatever, but god forbid that $500 Celica was out past midnight!
Not only were we not allowed to swear, we were not allowed to use substitutions for swears, since the intent was the same. so golly, gosh, gee, shoot, darn, b-word, f***k, etc were all punishable by a spoonful of cayenne.
My dad was the king of substituted swear words. His favorites were shi...shinola and Goddd bless America. 😂 My brother does a hilarious impression of it.
Telling me I can't swear just makes me want to swear more. F**k p**s d**n s**t c**t
I was kinda like Missy in "Young Sheldon". Find words in the Bible that were used like A**, and Da**, and He**. I LOVE that episode.
I " banned" the word ' whatever ' in my house. Lol....Absolutely hate that word.
Sitcom mom to teenage daughter: "Don't give me "whatever". I INVENTED "whatever".
Load More Replies... “No one talks about what goes on inside the house outside the house.”
As you can probably guess, there were Reasons.
Yeah, grew up hearing this and "What happens between family stays between family"
I called the cops on my dad when I was in middle school- had to sneak out of the house during the night and go to a neighbor’s. My father lost his shıt and the cops didn’t do anything anyway.
This was a matter of life and death during Communist times. There is even a great movie titled "Nobody, Nowhere, Never" which is what parents used to tell to kids in those days. Snitches were often trying to befriend kids to learn about what they were parents doing, so they can report them.
Hard hat and steel-toed boots to mow the lawn. My grandfather’s rule, though mostly enforced for himself. He was a civil engineer and this was the rule on job-sites, so i like to think it is just what made him comfortable. And it’s not like steel-toes are a _bad_ idea with a lawn mower. The hard hat was a little excessive for a corded electric lawn mower in the 70s/80s but ¯ _(ツ)_/¯.
My Mum hardly ever wore shoes but wore gumboots mowing. The blade of the mower came off one time and cut her big toe in half. She was also 6 months pregnant with my sister. So a new rule was implemented after that had to wear steal capped boots mowing the lawn. I still till this day remember mums toe and cringe when I see people mowing the lawn without appropriate footwear
I DID stop at a house where the young teen was using a string trimmer, and motioned him over.(Dad was sitting on the picnic table). "Could you do me a favor?" .."What?" .."At least wear a set of sunglasses or something when you use that unit?" NO eye protection at all.
The seel-toed boots are a very good idea. My husband once cut off the tips of 2 toes with the mower, and had trouble walking for a long time. Did I mention it also cut up his nice leather shoes?
No elbows on the table. But it was how it got enforced that was more insane than the actual rule. Elbows on the table got poked with a fork.
No elbows on the table, as if we all grew up eating in a fine-dining restaurant with extra place settings and fine china
That's a very basic table rule in my country, for almost everypeople since we're little kids.
Load More Replies...Mine too. She still does it to my dad sometimes. He just can't seem to keep his elbows off. She trained it out of my brother and I, but Dad never learned the lesson. 🤣
Load More Replies...Oh, we had that too. All boomers in my country were convinced that it's only allowed in bars. Literally, that's what they kept telling us. "You ain't in a bar, son!"
Same here. My dad was the biggest offender. 😂 As an adult I still never put my elbows on the table.
We had to write out permission slips to put on the kitchen counter with details on what we would be doing if we wanted to go to a friends house. Had to have details of who would pick us up, how we would get home. Both parents had to sign it. Our parents had really conflicting work schedules and would barely see us sometimes or each other. So while it seem like such a weird thing, looking back it seemed pretty clever.
Growing up Fart was a bad word, we were only allowed to use the word Fluff. We would hear someone say the Fart word around when my brother and I were little and we’d look at each other and giggle because they used a bad word.
I had an aunt growing up who hated any type of body noises, farting, burping, hiccups, even things like belly rumbling all resulted in her screaming at us and calling us disgusting. Anyone who entered her house was supposed to just automatically know not to do anything like that around her. We were taught to go to the bathroom to fart or burp, she once heard me burp in her bathroom and freaked out screaming at me while looking completely deranged. I refused to go near her after that. Some people are just nuts with their completely unreasonable demands.
Sheesh..so your lovely aunt didn't allow human nature in her home. Sorry you had to endure that.
Load More Replies...My mom hated the word and made us say flirt. It was okay until I was accused of flirting with a boy on the school bus. I came home in tears, so indignant because I would never fart with a boy on the bus. My mom then realized where she went wrong as I had an 8 year old meltdown.
My best friend grew up in a strict Catholic household, and as teenagers she swore to me that she'd never farted before. 🙄🤣 I also once got in trouble with her mom for saying "shut up".
- No Teletubbies as an infant because they didn't use full words
- No Simpsons
- Nothing with witches, wizards or magic in general (although Bewitched and I Dream of Jeannie were OK!)
- No clothing or merch with a skull on it (I even had pyjamas returned to the store because there was a small skull on the tag)
- "Sucks" and "D**n" were treated as swear words
Having a religious mother sucks. 😂.
“If you ask for something, and I say no, I might change my mind later. If you ask again or remind me of it, the answer will be no forever.”
What this did was make me terrified to ask clarifying questions or remind my mom (who has a legendarily terrible memory) about anything.
It took a long time to rewire my brain once I was a working adult and did, in fact, need to ask clarifying questions or remind someone about something. Mom still thinks she did nothing wrong with that rule. The axe forgets what the tree remembers.
We always got told 'maybe later' we quickly realised that if it wasn't an outright yes then it was a no.
My dad didn't allow us to listen to, sing, or even mention the existence of Achy Breaky Heart by Billy Ray Cyrus. This was a very strict rule and he'd get very stern if we brought it up. We learnt to be a little bit scared of the song and I still have a weird compulsion to avoid it. Turns out Dad was just f*****g with us, and made the rule because he thought it was funny.
We couldn’t sing Christmas songs until Santa Lucia day, December 13. I don’t know why my father did that- he didn’t observe it much when he was growing up because he had only brothers and we certainly didn’t when I was a child. I brought it to my kids, even making a tomten cap for my son so he could participate. (A role for boys was added in fairly recent history.) I hated that he’d bellow at us if we dared to sing a Christmas song, especially since I was in multiple choirs and ensembles so of course we were singing them at school, etc,
I needed to have my hair tied at all times or I'd "shed too much". I also had to tie it either in my room or in the bathroom. I had long hair as a child and my step mother was bats**t.
When I was a teen, I went to visit my boyfriend at his house. We were playing Atari, yeah yeah a long time ago, when his dad just bursts into the den screaming. " You need to do something about your hair! Its all over the bathroom floor! Its on my chair! Its in the kitchen! Why don't you two go to HER house?!" and then stomped back out. I was mortified. I had no idea I was " shedding" my hair. I was 14 years old and didn't think of such things. My boyfriend wanted to díe of embarrassment.
They had a cast-iron bell they rang when it was time for us to come home. These were the days when kids were outside unsupervised for hours.
We used to play in a big field near our house and couldn't hear Mom calling for dinner. She got a big brass bell that we could hear. Pretty soon all the kids would start heading home when they heard Mom's bell.
Same. You could hear that bell from a mile away! My mother prob got tired of yelling, so...
This isn't that weird tbh... I can do a loud piercing whistle using both my forefingers. When it got to teatime and home when we were playing out? If I saw a mum come outside? Either myself or a bigger kid would do the whistle, sometimes yell "Time to go!" and we'd all go home.
We had to collect all our hair, from our hair brushes and beds, or just hairs we would find laying around the house, and my mom would dispose of it.
We are Native (Nlaka'pamux maternal, Navajo paternal) and in our culture people can take your hair and put a curse on you.
I shed a lot (i have very long thick, waist length hair) so I constantly have big piles of hair, I put them in my back garden next to a bird feeder beside a row of trees. The birds that nest there use it for their nests, I've been doing this for about 10yrs and I'm pretty sure the birds recognise me now.
I've heard that from Gypsies as well. I do clean up my hair, but that's what the vacuum is for! 😊 It's about half mine, half from the cats.
This is pretty normal for alot of families. Also not letting others touch the hair on your head as its sacred.
One I didn't understand was after a birth, indigenous folks bury the placenta?
At my mom's house, anything with teasing was not allowed. The 2 biggest offenders of that were Dennis the Menace and Dumbo.
At my dad's house, the word Sucks was as bad as a swear and would get you sent to the stairs. Although he did own a copy of Dumbo that we could watch.
Don’t sleep with the fan on, you will die.
Apparently there was an urban legend in Korea that someone died in their sleep and it was because of the fan.
ETA: You guys saying the s*****e thing, I’ve never heard that before. What I did hear was that in the 70s, I heard this all as a child, and in Korean (English is my first language) so forgive me if I get any details wrong the media put it out that it would k**l you. The idea was that you wouldn’t be able to breathe and that it would k**l you. I don’t see how s*****e would have parents avoid having fans on in bedrooms. Also, if you feared someone was s******l , would you go, hey I’m taking the fan out so you can’t hurt yourself? That doesn’t sound logical (I know the fan thing is illogical it you know what I mean. but hey I was born in the us, so what the f**k do I know lol.
There is apparently a claim that the term "fan death" is a euphemism for sㅤuicide, but it's not. Fan death is very much believed to be real in South Korea, Japan, and a few places in China - that an actual electric fan spinning in a closed room will suffocate you. First appearing in the 1970s, it's believed to have come about from old people dㅤying in their sleep naturally in the summer and grief stricken relatives blaming the fan.
In Armenia, any errant breeze can injure you. My neighbor insisted that his back was injured due to wind hitting his back, not because he was painting and moving furniture the day before. This belief can make for some pretty awful experiences on public transport when there's no a/c.
Couldn't play with Legos, watch TV or use the computer right after lunch. I think my mom took the "no pool after eating" idea and thought it applied to everything.
I wonder for how long after eating lunch does this rule apply? 30 minutes?
You have to drink two glasses of milk if you want another drink other than water (juice). Three if you want cordial. I HATE milk now.
My mom was stunned that I defaulted to water with meals for my kids. They could have whatever they wanted but they never wanted milk with a meal. My Swedish grandmother always put out milk to warm up before meals so it didn’t shock our stomachs. Obviously warm milk is nasty and my mom would put it back in the fridge, only to have my grandma take it out again. I often put an ice cube in my milk so it doesn’t get too warm but I’m a very slow eater.
Okay so I was raised going to concerts and bars as early as I can remember. I was born in 88 so there was always a “fog” of smoke inside the bars.
My late mom would take me to concerts and let me watch horror movies (saw all the 80’s and early 90’s horror movies before the age of 10).
But my late mom would never allow us to have friends sleep over. Or, or more specifically, I couldn’t have friends over. My brother and sister had friends over all the time, but I wasn’t allowed to.
Find that extremely strange.
Not so much a rule but my mom kept our house freezing cold. I remember having to walk around in sweatshirts and sweatpants in summer and bundling up wrapping myself in a blanket with a heavy coat in winter.
I'll never forget it was a few days before Christmas and hearing my mom sneak out of her bed to turn the AC on (it was low 50's that night), and hearing it hum on in the middle of the night.
I'm probably the age now that this person's mom was then. And I sympathize with her. Hot flashes are NO joke! 😂 I could probably power a nuclear reactor with the heat that's always coming off my body.
I bought one of those "cooling blankets". It helps!
Load More Replies...I have my home at a comfortable temperature for myself. I'm usually the only one in it. I prefer cooler temperatures due to my skin condition. I fully admit to getting annoyed if people visiting ask for me to turn on the heat or put all the lights on... I'm - "Okay, if you want everything cranked up to the highest settings? Here's my card to top up the electricity and by the way? My boiler hasn't been serviced yet so I'm not risking anyone dying from carbon monoxide."... Then I give them one of the blankets I've got. It is an incredibly rude thing to do though, to ask people to turn the heating on when you don't know if they may not be able to actually afford to turn it on or up.
Btw my boiler hadn't actually been serviced at that time. It wasn't just an excuse.
Load More Replies... Nothing too dramatic but when I was a kid (before mobile phones) and I called home from a payphone or friends house, if my dad answered he would not engage in the call until I had said the "family password". He would hang up if I said anything except the password when he asked for it.
It was quite funny now that I think back on it.
Well, scams like "Dad, I'm in big trouble, I need your help!" existed before mobile phones. Nowadays, texts ask you to send money to get your kid out of jail, but back in the day, calls were used to lure a parent to a remote place by having someone say in a panicked kid's voice, "I'm lost, something bad happened, come pick me up at this place!" Then, instead of meeting their kid, the parent would be welcomed by a bunch of muggers.
We didn't have a password but if my dad heard me say I was uncomfortable in a situation he’d be there before the phone dropped from his hands. No questions asked, no accusations - just the safety of knowing my Dad was on his way no matter what I was up to. You asked for help, he came.
My dad would NOT let me and my siblings own a deck of cards. I think because he associated it with gambling? but every time I would win like a cute fun-sized one from Chuck E. Cheese, he would confiscate it and stow it with the other decks he took. I just wanted to play Go Fish, man. I still feel weird as a 30yo pulling out a deck of cards in front of him.
My grandad believed cards were the work of the devil and refused to have them in the house. Thankfully, Mum disagreed when she left home.
How can a kid build a house of cards without playing cards? Or 52-card-pickup?
My parents were convinced that arcade games are gambling machines. They refused to believe that kids wouldn't even be allowed in gambling casinos. I was not allowed to even think of pinball machines or arcade games because that would be a straight way to gambling a*******n and inevitably, prison. But since they were very stupid, I just stole coins from their purses and went to arcades anyway. The lesson I learned was to never trust them.
I was only allowed to watch spongebob if my mom was in another room because she thought it was annoying.
Same with my Dad, he hated Spongebob for some reason- and this was before it got bad!
Not really that insane, but we weren't allowed to have toy guns.
This did mean that when my brother was climbing a tree he wasn't supposed to be climbing, i shot him out of the tree with his own pellet gun, and he couldn't tell Mom.
My brother won't let his kids have any type of guns. Not even one that shoots bubbles. I think that's fine. Kids these days are already exposed to too much violence.
I never bought my son any guns either, or allow others to buy them for him. He survived.
Same here, so I went creative with gun- and pistol- shaped branches. And Fischertechnic bricks.
I was raised by a single mom who honestly, I think was just too tired and busy to give me rules especially after raising my several years older sibling by herself too. Obviously not so much as a small child, but middle school and beyond, I could go where I wanted, when I wanted, with whom I wanted, for as long as I wanted, as long as I didn’t ask for money, and I let her know if I was going to be gone overnight (although that one was more of a suggested common courtesy and I didn’t get in trouble for not doing it every once and a while). But her hard-and-fast rule, was that I was not allowed to watch South Park. I could, and did quite literally watch whatever else I wanted, but South Park wasn’t allowed for some reason. It was my one rule, and I followed it because in my head it had to be important if she made it a rule. And to this day at nearly 40, I’ve never seen an episode of South Park.
I'm sort of okay with this. I think South Park is a poorly animated exercise in cheap cynicism. I'd rather let my (imaginary) teenage kids watch movies involving blood or nudity, or anything else that mentally healthy adults will someday have to deal with. Libertarian know-it-alls? Banned from this house!
We often ate a fruit yoghurt pot for dessert. I always wanted to stir my pot before eating it but was prohibited from doing so. They said it was unnecessary.
To be fair, I totally realised this was insane and it used to make me cry.
They said if we find money lying around, we can keep it. Maybe it was designed to keep us from leaving our money somewhere. But if your family ends up being thieves of each other's money, it's a really weird way to move out into the world... Especially with things like roommates.
We weren’t allowed to say the word “lie” at my grandmother’s house when I was younger. If we wanted to accuse someone of lying, then we had to say that they were “fibbing” or “telling stories.” As us kids got older though they quietly stopped implementing this rule though for some reason.
Red is the color w**res wear.
Don't take a bath in a thunderstorm. You will get electrocuted.
Also, no shower, using the phone or watching tv during a thunderstorm, according to my grandmother. I thought getting electrocuted during a thunderstorm happened all the time and was surprised when I discovered this wasn’t true.
Although, during a particularly bad storm, I called the local weather station to report what I perceived to be circulation in the sky(funnel). Bolt of lightning hit close by and..cordless phone fried.
Load More Replies...My grandparents' internet router imploded during a thunderstorm. As annoying as it was not being able to use the internet for a couple of hours at a time during thunderstorm season, I completely understood why they had that rule.
For about five years we lived in a rural area that had really dramatic thunderstorms in the transition between summer and autumn. I lost two routers due to nearby lightning strikes before I wised up and learned to disconnect the devices from both the landline and the mains.
Load More Replies...This isn't actually stupid. A lightning may get grounded through the water flowing down on your body, instead of the lighting rod - particularly if there isn't any. I was once shocked by lightning like that. Fortunately it wasn't painful or even dangerous, but I definitely felt it. I called our doctor to ask if there's anything to do, and he told me to drink something with electrolytes.
Anytime I stayed over at a certain friend’s house, we couldn’t drink anything until we ate all of our food. All of it. Not even water. It was odd.
It was a strange obsession of my parents too, and most adults in the 80s. The explanation was always: "Only ducks drink while eating!" Absolutely no drinks were allowed at the table... for kids. Adults were exempted.
I was never allowed outside without shoes. The only exception was pools.
My mom was struck by lightning twice as a kid and was terrified that if we didn't wear shoes, we'd get struck or step on a nail (that happened too).
I kept running around the neighborhood barefoot until I got grounded. I wasn't allowed to watch the Dukes of Hazzard that week and had to go to bed early. 😂 Yeah, I'm old.
My mother’s most insane rule was we could have ice cream but couldn’t get the sugar cones. Had to be the cake cups that tasted like nothing or a bowl. Never could figure why sugar was acceptable in the form of ice cream but not in a mildly sweetened cone.
She also only allowed us to drink 7up if we got sodas. Apparently sugar was okay if the soda was clear.
Growing up Mormon, colas were forbidden because of the caffeine (as well as hot drinks and alcohol). But 7UP and Sprite supposedly didn't have caffeine. I remember my friends having debates about whether 7Up actually had caffeine or not, lol.
7Up and Sprite do not have caffeine. I had to switch to them when I became allergic to caffeine.
Load More Replies...My mom forbade me to eat store bought ice cream. In our language, that's what we call "ice cream", and there's a different word for the kind that's sold in scones. The latter one was OK, but she was convinced that the former is too cold and it would inevitably make me sick.
I wasn't allowed in my parents room for any reason. There were like 2 times we had a movie night in their room and it was super special because I felt like I was in the forbidden forest. Speaking of forbidden forest, my other parents (divorced family) didn't allow Harry Potter because it was witchcraft.
Entire house had to be cleaned (dust, vacuum, scrub etc)by 5pm on Friday. If it wasn’t we weren’t allowed to do anything for the week except things we had previously committed to/people were relying on us. So like if I didn’t want to go to my soccer game, I couldn’t get away with not doing the cleaning bc my teammates relied on us.
When I was ages of O-11, if any sort of air conditioning, or ceiling fan blew close to me, I had to have a tea towel, or kerchief over my head to keep me from having a stiff neck, or earache. I rebelled and stopped that when I hit middle school.
My mom banned fans from the house because "they cause pneumonia". She refused to believe I was boiling alive in my room during summer. Well, my room was facing south, theirs north. It was a good old European brick building, so their spot was naturally "air conditioned" while mine was an effing sauna.
Nobody was allowed to use the upstairs bathroom for seven years because once my mother plugged something into an outlet in there and it sparked. Had to either go into my parents bedroom or go downstairs to use the bathroom. You could go in there to open a window/look through the cabinets, but the shower, toilet and sink were off limits.
As a brit the idea of outlets in the bathroom is nuts. You won't find this anywhere in the UK (and i think most of Europe too) it's a safety thing, water + electricity = bad. The fact that it's so normalised in the US seems crazy to me. Most British bathrooms don't even have the light switch inside the bathroom.
In Germany it's absolutely normal to have outlets at the sink. They often have a cover over them to shield them from droplets but everyone has them. Where do you charge your toothbrush or where do you trim your hair or do blow drying?
Load More Replies...I thought it was illegal to turn the light on inside the car while it was moving. Turns out my dad didn’t like the glare it caused (which I understand), but you will not get pulled over and ticketed if the light is on when the car is moving😂 idk why, but as kids we loved turning on the car inside lights all the time, I guess? Lol.
No farting in the house other than the bathroom. “Go in the bathroom if you’re going to do that”.
My father had a "Japanese phase" when he was outraged about anyone blowing their nose. He acted as if it was something ultra gross. Then he grew out of it.
My mother barely ever let me have sugar. She would only let me drink skim milk and tap water. One day I walked to the store and bought some Gatorade with my own money and she flipped out. I was like 16 years old at the time.
I wasn’t allowed to watch anything that wasn’t Christian. So basically only Veggie Tales and Left Behind.
"Indoctrinate" is apparently one of those rare verbs in the English language that are only used in the second or third person, never the first.
Load More Replies...No trick or treating.
Right, Jehovah's Winesses are so totally against going door to door and bothering people.
Load More Replies...If you’re on time, you’re late.
My stupid father was obsessed with this. When I had to go somewhere important, he made it a big deal, and ordered me to go there a day earlier, to test how much time it actually takes.
My brother and I shared a car in high school and for whatever reason my mom (who never drove or even entered the car after we got our licenses) wouldn’t let me put an air freshener in it. She would literally look in the windows and if she saw an air freshener she would take it out. Made no sense to me then and still doesn’t.
And they stink. I'd rather smell a musty car than most air fresheners. So I get it.
Load More Replies...You can't go to 7-11 because only miscreants and hoodlums hang out there.
No gravy in the bedroom. Living room, office, bathroom, or even on the roof was just fine; just don't dare get caught with any in the bedrooms.
If I wanted to play outside, I had to be back when the street lights came on. Reasonable, except in the middle of winter when the lights came on at 4:30 in the afternoon. I would get out of school, go home change do a little bit of homework, step outside and then practically have to step right back in.
Maybe not super insane but boy was it frustrating lol.
I was not allowed any cable television, or basic of any kind. I was allowed 5 VHS tapes for ten years. Two of them were one movie.
My mom was once told that we can't have a satellite dish because the trees near our house would obscure the signal. She believed this like gospel for many years. Then she bought some stupid subscription which kept rerunning the same 3-4 boring movies 24/7.
If I had a mango, I had to eat it in the bath.
The whole thread here is pretty crazy. I was not allowed to watch rated r movies until I turn to 17. I managed to watch a few at friends houses, but my mom would be furious if she found out.
Now, the weird thing is I was only allowed to watch PG films at home with one of my parents or my grandmother. If I was alone or at another person's house I was only allowed to watch movies that were rated G.
F*****g bananas.
My dad was trying to get us to change out of our PJs on days when we didn't have school. I get he wanted us dressed and possibly to go outside. The thing is my dad came at us with the wrong attitude and we always pushed back. I even have a published poem about how he fought me to eat lasagna when I was 8 haha so he really made an impact on me anyway.
So to avoid a battle, he told us that if we stayed in our bedclothes too long, we would get skin cancer. We all quickly learned to change out of them after breakfast.
Dramatic and a bit much but it made me laugh when I was in my PJs all the time as an adult...in the hospital...with blood cancer.
I grew up with the same rule: you don't wear night clothes during the day unless you're sick and bedridden. I actually think it's a good rule, getting dressed in the morning is good for your mental health. Even if you're unemployed and you stay home all day, you'll feel more productive putting on work clothes in the morning instead of wandering around in your pajamas just waiting to go back to bed.
Same and we couldn't stay in our school clothes after school, had to change into home clothes
Load More Replies...Couldn’t watch Married with Children even as a teen, but could watch South Park and rated R horror movies as young as 8 🤷🏻♀️.
No cutting nails at night.
They are so crunchy omnomnomnomnom Satan cannot resist lol
Load More Replies... So... I will share the rule, and then why it's weird.
I was allowed to watch... MOST movies (r-rated or not) if I had a reason to want to watch it, and it wasn't something that was considered "realistic." (Silence of the Lambs? No. Alien? Eh, it's fine.) If it was historical, whether realistic (Glory) or supernatural (Sleepy Hollow) it was fine as long as the "Why" wasn't 'i heard it was good' or an empty response like that. I also started reading Stephen King when I was 11, and that was fine.
BUT. My mom has the news on in the kitchen all the time. ALL the time. And we were always helping her when she needed it. Which means I have direct memories of the LA Riots newscast, the whole OJ thing, Jeffrey Dahmer being m******d in prison (which led to 'mom what's a serial k**ler' being an actual question she gave a kid-gloves answer to when I was 7) and the Jon-Benet Ramsey m*rder. I will *neeeevvver* get the images in THAT newscast out of my head.
I think her logic was "the world is awful enough as it is and I want you to be aware of it, but you don't need to see fictionalised versions of it." 🤷♀️.
I was not allowed to see Raiders of the Lost Ark because it's a "N**i movie".
We weren't allowed to watch Code Lyoko or Pokemon because it had fighting in the shows yet Harry Potter and Spiderman were not only okay but heavily encouraged.
I wasn’t allowed to watch Grange Hill, Byker Grove or Eastenders as the actors didn’t speak properly.
We weren't allowed to watch Sesame Street in case it gave us American accents.
Not mine, but a childhood friend in the "our parents were friends so we were forced to hang out" way had this specific rule in the house that he was, under no circumstances, ever allowed to so much as TOUCH the copy of Catan they had in the house until he was 18. his mom said it was too "mature" somehow. but also his like 8 year old younger sister could play as much catan as she wanted whenever!
When the microwave wasn’t in use we had to keep a mug of water in it.
Perhaps a safety measure, in case someone turned it on inadvertently? Perhaps some kid?
Superstitions. No hats on the bed or anything black on the bed. Supposed to mean death.
I heard of a girl whose mother said she was not to leave her hat on a bed, but when she asked her mother why, she couldn't answer. I turned out she had it from her mother so the asked her why. The grandmother laughed and said "oh that was because the neighbours then had lice and I didn't want you to bring them home. But that was a long time ago".
No hats on the bed and never open an umbrella in the house! Bad luck
Never put your hat on the bed son, never put your hat on the bed son, cause if your hats on the bed you might wind up dead so don't ya ever put yer hat on the bed.
No watching shows that were funny unless she also thought they were funny. Fresh Prince? Nope. No way. Married with Children? The whole family was watching.
Well this one is pretty universal, except in homes where there was more than one tv or screen. For example, I watched alot of Masterpiece Theatre on PBS, years before I grew to enjoy watching Masterpiece Theatre
To be fair, "The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air" was not at all funny.
We were not allowed to watch sitcoms as my dad hated the canned laughter. To this day, as a 54 year old I’ve seen very few of them, and I don’t feel I’ve missed much.
No ponytails for morning church service because they’re too casual. PM service and Wednesday nights were fine, though.
Idk about insane but when I got a smartphone my foster parents had a software or something on it where they could remotely control our phones and could turn apps on and off from their phones; we had to turn them in at night and we weren’t allowed to have any search engines on it. They also did checks and would go through our phones to make sure we were behaving. When we wanted an app or a song we would have to get their approval and they’d put in a password to get it. Just stuff like that; I don’t think this is insane but just abnormal.
Depends on the age of the kids. It's completely normal that parents wanna be able to control which apps their young kids are allowed to use or who they're allowed to be in contact with. I think people who find it crazy don't realize how much the world has changed in so little time. Nowadays, a lot of kids as young as 6 have a smartphone and predators know which "unsuspecting" apps they can use to find victims.
According to the OP, 16/17. Also people in the original comments think this is acceptable because of that brain development myth.
Load More Replies...Rules can be different for foster kids. It also depends on the reason you're in care. If they think you'll contact birth parents/family/other people you're not supposed to, you likely won't be allowed to have a phone, or if they think you'll run. Also, it depends on if you're in a regular foster home, a group home, or a shelter. At the shelter, we had no phones, our school computers were monitored (but then again all school computers are nowadays), and we could only call people on our approved call lists. At the group home, we had to earn our phones (usually after about a month of being there), turn them in at meal/chore times, and two hours before bed (one hour if you'd earned enough points). Summer was much worse, we could only have it at certain times. It drove me insane, especially after I turned 18 and before I went to college. I also couldn't have two devices as the same time- like, I couldn't have my Switch and my phone at the same time. One or the other.
I wasn’t allowed to watch Keenan and Kel because it would “make me stupid”. I was, however, allowed to watch Ren and Stimpy.
Me and my siblings loved Keenan and Kel so much we named our cats after them! (Kel was everyone's favourite, he lived for 26yrs! Keenan lived for 23yrs.)
One of my parents rules was that I could only ask for about three cigarettes a day. Dysfunctional family lol 🤗.
not my family , but a friends. They never referred to their parents as mom or dad. It was always Mr or Mrs Smith. Like - "I can't come out right now, Mr Smith says I have to help clean out the garage" or "Mrs Smith can you you sign the permission slip for the school trip tomorrow?" They weren't adopted or anything, and the family was perfectly normal otherwise. Just that one weird rule
My cousins were made to "yes ma'am, no sir" their parents.
Load More Replies...My cousins had a rule where when one of the parents walked into the room, all the kids had to stand up and had to stay standing until the parent sat down.
I don't remember a lot of rules, insane or otherwise. Come home for dinner when Mom rings the bell was the only standard one. My dad imposed varying rules for varying amounts of time but nothing that sticks out.
You guys had a bell, too?? We had a brass ship's bell on the porch, parents would ring it when they wanted us home for dinner, it could be heard all over the neighborhood!
Load More Replies...I grew up in a Communist country. We had a friend whose daughter lived in the USA, and when she visited her (it was a big deal to travel there!) she bought us an answering machine as a gift. My mom happily hooked it up on the phone - no more missed calls! A few days later the police came and arrested my parents. As it turned out, it was illegal to connect any kind of device to the phone network without a government permit. The device was confiscated, and my parents had to pay a fine. They got away easily, as a cop told them, because just a few years earlier they may have actually gone to prison. Fast forward to the 1990s. The Commies were gone, the internet was all the rage. I got myself a modem, and I was almost thrown out of the house with it. My parents were livid and screaming. "You idiot, you need a special government permit! You will get us all into prison! Go, be a criminal somewhere else!" They literally believed that I got a highly illegal device from some black market.
A weird rule my adoptive mother had was absolutely NO chewing gum or bubble gum... There were lots of other ones but I WAS allowed to watch 18 rated films from a young age. Horror films etc and I did have a TV with a video player in my bedroom. To be fair, the guy at Blockbuster would recommend films but not rent me any that were extremely graphic with extreme s*x, nudity or violence. So... Certain Horror films are fine but not bubble gum... There's a lot else and it's probably why I can be the way that I am here in my Home. I'm very protective of it and me asking you to take your shoes off isn't really that big a deal is it? In the grand scheme of things? Or is it?
My mother convinced us as children that we had to get out of the bath or the plug hole monster would get us. It was one of those a child died and had there insides ripped out because they sat on the plug hole and the plug came out. So we weren't allowed to sit in the bath too long or it would get us.
The only rule my dad had, really, was that if I went out I needed to tell him what time I'll be home. I didn't have a curfew as a teenager, so it could be 3 am, as long as he knew. This was before cellphones.
not my family , but a friends. They never referred to their parents as mom or dad. It was always Mr or Mrs Smith. Like - "I can't come out right now, Mr Smith says I have to help clean out the garage" or "Mrs Smith can you you sign the permission slip for the school trip tomorrow?" They weren't adopted or anything, and the family was perfectly normal otherwise. Just that one weird rule
My cousins were made to "yes ma'am, no sir" their parents.
Load More Replies...My cousins had a rule where when one of the parents walked into the room, all the kids had to stand up and had to stay standing until the parent sat down.
I don't remember a lot of rules, insane or otherwise. Come home for dinner when Mom rings the bell was the only standard one. My dad imposed varying rules for varying amounts of time but nothing that sticks out.
You guys had a bell, too?? We had a brass ship's bell on the porch, parents would ring it when they wanted us home for dinner, it could be heard all over the neighborhood!
Load More Replies...I grew up in a Communist country. We had a friend whose daughter lived in the USA, and when she visited her (it was a big deal to travel there!) she bought us an answering machine as a gift. My mom happily hooked it up on the phone - no more missed calls! A few days later the police came and arrested my parents. As it turned out, it was illegal to connect any kind of device to the phone network without a government permit. The device was confiscated, and my parents had to pay a fine. They got away easily, as a cop told them, because just a few years earlier they may have actually gone to prison. Fast forward to the 1990s. The Commies were gone, the internet was all the rage. I got myself a modem, and I was almost thrown out of the house with it. My parents were livid and screaming. "You idiot, you need a special government permit! You will get us all into prison! Go, be a criminal somewhere else!" They literally believed that I got a highly illegal device from some black market.
A weird rule my adoptive mother had was absolutely NO chewing gum or bubble gum... There were lots of other ones but I WAS allowed to watch 18 rated films from a young age. Horror films etc and I did have a TV with a video player in my bedroom. To be fair, the guy at Blockbuster would recommend films but not rent me any that were extremely graphic with extreme s*x, nudity or violence. So... Certain Horror films are fine but not bubble gum... There's a lot else and it's probably why I can be the way that I am here in my Home. I'm very protective of it and me asking you to take your shoes off isn't really that big a deal is it? In the grand scheme of things? Or is it?
My mother convinced us as children that we had to get out of the bath or the plug hole monster would get us. It was one of those a child died and had there insides ripped out because they sat on the plug hole and the plug came out. So we weren't allowed to sit in the bath too long or it would get us.
The only rule my dad had, really, was that if I went out I needed to tell him what time I'll be home. I didn't have a curfew as a teenager, so it could be 3 am, as long as he knew. This was before cellphones.
