“What’s Something Your Family Raised You Doing That You Later Learnt Was Really Weird?” (45 Answers)
A frame of reference is vital for anyone trying to understand really anything. After all, the things we see growing up seem normal until we get a little bit more information about the world. While it’s not that uncommon to find out weird things about other people, the real shock is to learn that your habits are, in fact, very strange.
Someone asked “What’s something your family raised you doing that you later learned was really weird?” and netizens spilled their strange habits. So get comfortable as you read through, upvote your favorites, and be sure to share your own experiences in the comments below.
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In high school my dad had a rule “if you’ve done it, I’ve done it. And if you and your friends are going to do it, do it in the house and have them stay the night.” Coupled with “if you EVER need a ride you can call me to pick you up.”
He was talking about d***s and drinking. He wasn’t encouraging it, but allowing a safe space.
This was one of the better things in my childhood.
I don't know if my mind is dirty, but when I see the censored words "d***s", I always think of the word "dïcks" first, instead of "drügs". Perhaps it is because I don't see any reason for censoring the latter. It's not like reading that word would tempt me to take cocaine or anything, like "oh, this reminds me to take my daily dose of cocaine."
Now I'm not sure if that's better or worse than reminding people to take their daily dose of "d***s"
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I had a call me anytime policy, I don't care what you've been up to if you feel unsafe call me. I also kept enough cash to pay a taxi in our porch.
Enough with the damned censorship, BoredPanda. I've NEVER seen a site that has such horrible censorship. It would be laughable if it wasn't so damn sad. Are you honestly censoring d-r-u-g-s now? What's next? Alcohol? Booze?
It's for the advertisers. "Negative" words impact how much money they make from all these damn adverts.
Load More Replies... This is how it should be. Prohibition NEVER worked, regardless of how small a scope, you just will not find any successful attempts that employed that. Encouraging is one thing, this is another, but I do think that, if somebody as trustworthy, but not obligated to handing out punishments, would take this role, it might even be better than actual parents. Like, older cousin or so.
My kiddo isn't old enough to have these kinds of talks yet, but I plan to implement the "ride home anytime, no questions asked" policy. I don't care when or where, I will be there. And I will not lecture or fuss or punish. The stakes are too damn high.
I did this after my son turned 17, I knew they'd do it anyway, so I allowed beer and pot. I would rather be around keeping track of what was going on. It was far better than them running the streets at night, possibly driving under the influence. I also knew his friend, had plenty of talks with them, becoming a 2nd mom to some. I respected them and they respected me. They are in their mid 30s now, a few have stayed in contact.
same here..my son, he was a skilled first aider at this age, took care and kept control. I was very proud bout my mom skills till my youngest lived life to the fullest in her teenage years,testing many borders. Luckily everyone found a good way into adulthood safespaces and trust worked on every different personality here
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DRÚGS, BP! DRÚGS, DRÚGS, DRÚGS. If you wanna talk about allowing a safe space, fúcking allow a safe space.
My mother had the same rule. Highly respect it to this day, I could have turned out a lot different otherwise.
My mom and stepdad had a similar mindset. The biggest thing they taught me was if I'm at a party drinking, either call them for a ride or stay the night. Don't ever get in a car with someone who had been drinking
I don't think this is weird. I raised my children to know that they could always call me no matter what, and that they could always use me as an excuse with their friends if they were going to do something my children weren't comfortable with or knew was wrong.
My sister did this with my niece. I wish mum had done it with us, but she was the opposite. My siblings and I would have chosen waterboarding over calling mum for help.
I had a friend whose parents were like that. He ended up being a very well rounded and happy person.
My mom had this rule for me growing up and I in turn used it with my kids, teenagers are going to do stupid s**t, it's their whole job, so yeah they were going to mess around with anything stupid like d***s and alcohol I'd much rather they do it in a place where I can babysit and make sure nobody goes too far over the wall. My daughters are now into their 20s and living well adjusted lives without frequent use of either d***s or alcohol, I don't know if there's a correlation but I'd like to think maybe my demystifying it helped a little
I did this with my son after he turned 17. If they want to smoke pot or drink, do it at home and friends stay the night. I put rules in place like no hard alcohol or d***s. I also would be around when they were having issues and became almost a 2nd mom for some. I'd rather he's home where if there was trouble I was there. Because I did that, they had more respect for me and I because
BOTH our daughters were told this. My wife, bless her heart, forbid the kids from drinking. My advice was "watch your drink (roofies) and don't drink into oblivion....be smart." One got an MIP (minor in possession US) for being 19 and drinking in a bar. Called her a dumbass, and went with her through the process (court, HER fines, etc).
My father was a personal injury lawyer for 54 years. When we got old enough to drive, he turned half the basement into a bar, tv, music room (even bricked in the windows to sound proof it. If you were down there with friends, no one was allowed to disturb you. He did not want us drinking and driving or even having sex in a car some place. My brother actually lost his virginity in that room while the rest of us were upstairs watching tv. He bragged about it to me the next day.
My mum said similar, yet I have never tried d***s, except alcohol, and not much of that. She would always be happy to pick me up (unless she had no one to care for my little brother) at whatever time, except once when there was a party in a hall at a local park and she got a bad feeling about it. That was the only time she insisted in picking me up at 10pm, and I found out later there was a fight/stabbing at the party not long after I left!
My house was the party house too. The stuff isn't normal and does fully mess with you!
I wish they'd stop censoring the word D R U G S and D R U G... We know what d.r.u.g.s are and if we're discussing prescribed medication for things like Cancer Treatment or PTSD etc? We're going to use the term D.r.u.g.s... It's just a word and hardly likely to set someone off with a case of HeebieJeebie hysteria if we use that word.
Before I was totally competent swimming by myself, my mom would put a life jacket on me, tie a long piece of nylon rope to it, and chuck me in the river. She'd basically swim me on a leash down the river for fun.
Mom, you are the classiest redneck.
Honestly, way better than how most rednecks teach their kids how to swim. Chuck kiddo in a body of water and let them figure it out is the method most of my uncles and grandpa used
When I became an adult I was shocked to find out that other families did things with their kids. My Mom was a shopper, my Dad golfed and played cards at the club. We NEVER had any family activities like hiking, camping, bowling or anything in the 60’s and 70’s. When I had things my parents could have come to watch, they never did. My daughter was a good tennis player and I spent every afternoon and all weekends with her playing. She did get a full ride tennis scholarship in Hawaii for college.
I don’t think I had one real conversation with my Dad. When he was dying, I asked him if he could tell me he was proud of me. He said “I’ll think about it”. That s**t effs you up for life.
The truth, at the end of the day, is that people can be downright weird. What seems cool and impressive to one is just dumb for someone else. However, as is often the case, people don’t really know what is weird or not in a vacuum. After all, your frame of reference is defined by what you are used to. A child doesn’t exactly have the most expansive worldview.
The result is that people might not know what is weird until much later in life. However, at the end of the day, context is important. While some of these examples are downright horrible, there is nothing wrong with some idiosyncrasies. Mushrooms sprouting from your carpets are bad, while weird habits like clapping at a show are almost cute.
Catholic mother, muslim dad; neither really practicing. We celebrated Christmas though, and on Christmas Eve night instead of doing the “normal” Christmas stuff like cookies, milk, etc. my dad would loudly pretend to violently chase Santa out of the house by yelling and cussing him out and throwing his shoe at him, which we would later find in places like the fireplace.
Using a ship's bell to call for dinner. My parents got tired of yelling for us so they mounted a ship's bell to the hallway wall. They would ring it for dinner and any other occasion when they needed our attention.
Like Pavlov's dog I get hungry whenever I hear a ship's bell ring.
Having your teen partners just.. move in.
My brothers both had their girlfriends move in with us when they were 14 and 15, due to their home life being rough. When I was 14 my boyfriend of 3 months got kicked out, so he moved in with us no questions asked, for 2 years. Several of our friends also just moved in with us. 🤷♀️.
I also collected a few of my daughter's friends, if they had a troubled home life they would come to our house for an escape. One still calls me mum now. Some stayed for months others just for a few days. I taught them all to cook and look after themselves so it would be easier for them when they became independent.
We lived during the summer months outside under a tree of our choice..we had 30 acres....did this for years.
Grew up in a hoarder house. I look back at my childhood now and can’t believe the cluttered nightmare I grew up in. Now I relish throwing things away when I’m done with them.
We were not allowed to have a drink with our meals. It could be the driest food ever or you could be thirsty as all hell, nope, no water, finish the meal first.
Bathing/showering only on Saturday evenings. I must have smelled so bad back then , especially since my dad smoked in the house. It was to save money on the water bill. But a pack of cigarettes a day was in the budget.
My Taiwanese born dad called tortillas burrito skins. I still call them that when I’m tired.
Knocking on strangers doors to tell them their religion was wrong.
This is how we grew up in an evangelical household. Now that I'm an adult, I realized how f****d up it was to go to people's houses on weekends to try to get them to convert. We were also not allowed to be friends with Catholics since they were called nonbelievers. My cousins had to sneak around with their Catholic boyfriends lol.
A nice one between all the sad ones:
Apparently, people think getting your kids salamanders as pets is weird. But I disagree, they are super cute, I've had salamanders from 8 up until 18. It taught me that animals other than mammals were awesome too.
Clapping at shows we were watching on TV as if we were part of a live audience. Friends thought that was weird.
In the summer, my dad used to get us up (myself and 3 siblings) at 9am, give us breakfast and then boot us out of the house and lock the back/front doors from the inside. We weren’t allowed back inside until the streetlights came on (unless it was ONLY : using the washroom or getting a drink).
Our ages were 10, 9, 7 and 4 the first time he did it because he told me “you’re old enough to look after them on your own now” and “your not sitting around the house on your fat a**es all day”.
My step-mom never questioned it because she figured that he was just getting us to play outside for a few hours. Once my second youngest sister (the 7 year old) got heat stroke and my dad was PISSED that he had to drive us all to the hospital and “waste time”
Realized when I was 14-15 that he just wanted us out of the house so he could drink and watch NHL. We never really questioned why he was kicking us out because the other kids that lived on the street were also outside around the same time as us. Once we were invited into my brothers friends house to play his Wii and we were like “???????? Youre allowed to go inside and play the Wii????????????? wtf????”
Edit — for those mentioning the Wii :: this was around 2006
Edit 2 — for those concerned with how we ate, yes we did eat during the day :: My dad sometimes would put fruit or something out on the back deck table, but usually we’d get food from friends parents, we’d find cash lying around and save up enough to get candy from the Dollar Store, there was a farm near the house and we’d eat the chives that grew naturally on the side of the property/steal crab apples (tiny green apples that are super sour) from their trees.
Whistling for each other. My mom didn't like yelling up the stairs. Apparently an easier solution for walking up them and addressing whomever she needed was to stand at the bottom and give a couple of sharp whistles. We would approach the top of the stairs, and from the bottom she'd tell us what she needed.
Time for dinner? Whistle.
I want you to come downstairs? Whistle.
When I whistled for my at the time husband, he got irritated and said he wasn't a dog. I thought about it and I was like... huh. I guess you're right.
I now feel like whistling is disrespectful, and I'd never do it. At the same time, I have no problem that this is how our house went. It was more peaceful than shouting, and less work than walking. Just one of those weird family quirks, I guess!
I love it! Shouting for someone always makes me feel angry, even if I wasn't beforehand.
Upon arriving home in the evenings from somewhere, my parents would have one of us kids wait in the car while the other went inside, got their shotgun, and went through every room in the house and backyard to make sure we were okay to enter. I was unaware that my mom was being followed around by a very dangerous man, and I was checking to make sure he wasn't waiting inside the house. I'm not sure why, but it seemed like a good idea to be safe. I assumed they were looking for bears.
I think they might have gotten their words mixed it. I assume they meant, 'would have us kids wait in the car while one of them went into the house'. I can't imagine it was like a Hunger Games reaping where their names were randomly picked out of a bowl.
Whenever it was one of our birthdays, my father made us keep a pen and pad next to the phone to list everyone who called and when. He’d then keep a “blacklist” of everyone who didn’t call, or didn’t call in a timely fashion (for example, the closer you were related, the earlier in the day you should call under his rules). I didn’t realise this was messed up until I was an adult and had a lot of therapy.
Not cleaning our bathtubs. In the 18 years I spent living with my parents, I probably cleaned my bathtub 3 times. We just considered it normal for it to be moldy and dirty. At least that's how I saw it, because my parents just never talked about it. When I was a teenager, my mom started giving me tasks to do around the house. I would sweep and mop the floors, I would clean the surfaces, I would clean the toilets and sinks... But the bathtubs were never mentioned. They were just never in my radar as something I needed to clean, and my parents never said otherwise. It was when I moved out and lived with roommates, and eventually romantic partners, that I realized this wasn't normal. Now I gag when I visit my parents and I have to take a shower in those disgusting bathtubs.
Not me but a friend from years ago, their family never said 'I love you' to one another. We were in our late teens/early twenties, they mentioned they'd only heard it a handful of times. My family says it liberally. I remember hugging them before they moved out of state, saying I love you and pull away to see them crying.
Weird, but wholesome: every Christmas eve, Mom would bake a cake and put birthday candles on it.
Christmas day, we'd all sing happy birthday to Jesus, and blow out the candles for him.
Having to dry out the shower and tub with a towel after every shower.
That's not weird, it's good practice to keep it clean and avoid mould
We had a pee bucket in the kitchen. Not a big bucket, like one a kid would take to the beach. It went away when I was old enough, probably 7 or 8.
Changing clothes in the living room & terrace. bcs parents say "it's dirty if you are still wearing outside clothes while going in your bedroom"
i just noticed this is weird when I was older and friends came by, and they were surprised when my dad casually stripped to his underwear on our terrace.
parents are still doing it but not when a total stranger is around now (i talked about how it's weird). but they do it when they already know someone close enough. and I had to warn my bf about it before he came around. he's now getting used to it.
In the midwest it's fairly common for older homes to have an outside basement entrance with a shower very nearby, so that as little disgustingness made it upstairs as possible (agriculture, mining, labor, etc).
Not flushing the toilet at night.
Our toilet used to be fed by a rainwater reservoir that was stored in a cupboard up high in my parents room.
When you flushed it used to drip for a while and would disturb them (can't blame them).
I just got used to doing it and when I moved in with my girlfriend she was disgusted that things were left until the morning (can't blame her either).
In Australia during drought time (or on tank water) we have a rule: "if it's yellow let it mellow, if it's brown flush it down." Only for household dunnies though.
To wash and reuse ziploc baggies. I've been told many times that only old people do that.
If I had friends over my mom wouldn't allow me to offer them anything to eat, nor anything to drink except bottled water. They also weren't allowed to use the upstairs washroom, they had to use the tiny one in the basement. They also weren't allowed to sit on any of the couches and half the time not even on the chairs.
Fairly certain my mom was trying to make visits by friends as unwelcoming as possible so they wouldn't visit, and ditch me as a friend. She thought that all that mattered was studying and getting good grades, and she was more than willing to sacrifice my social life/happiness to ensure that I got good grades.
My friends weren't allowed to eat, but because we were house poor. My parents loved that house, though.
Calling the remote a ‘channel changer’ … turns out that’s not what they’re called to normal people
Edit: I’m realizing this was more normal than I thought! I’m from New England (US).
Leaving a shot of old grandad for Santa. He gets tired of milk and it helps him feel warm.
We always left out a glass of sherry and a mince pie for Santa, and the obligatory carrot for Rudolph.
"kitchens closed" turns out other people are allowed to eat whenever they wanted??
Not cleaning.
My mom didn’t know how to clean and so couldn’t really teach us either. We had this fungus growing out of the carpet at one house that looked like cooked lasagna noodles. We would just kick it out of the way when it sprouted up or my mom would buy a new rug and put it on top of the old rug. Especially if the old rug was stuck to the floor from filth or something. I didn’t think anything of it and would have friends over who probably talked all kinds of s**t about me afterwards. But they kept coming over anyways so I guess they weren’t that turned off.
My mom had us help her completely rearrange the rooms (including ours) every few months (at least twice a year). I find a set up I like and don’t change things (except to accommodate life changes or new items).
I do this all the time....I have wondered if it's normal....usually it's to do a deep clean and then as I'm moving stuff around I think of a way the room might Work better and before you know it a 2 hrs task is all day one...but the room looks FAB at the end
We only ever ate chilli with mashed potatoes and apple sauce. I thought everyone did this till like grade 11 when I had dinner at a friends house. Her mom put out chilli and I asked if they had any applesauce. They all looked at me like I was nuts lol.
When sick my mom would not only coat my chest with Vicks, but would also use q-tips to get it in my nose and make me eat a spoonful of it. I thought it was normal until my wife told me otherwise.
Just to point out my parents are from an older generation and we were very rural.
My parents are really germophobic and my dad think he has to 'kill the bacteria' on the bread when he buys it fresh, so he puts it in the oven to toast and almost f*****g burns it. He thinks that whoever did the bread sneezed or acccidentaly spit on it.
In my country we eat bread almost everyday, I thought everybody did this, this is insane.
My grandma used to give me math quizzes when I visited because she didn’t believe I was smart enough to get the grades I was getting. I thought it was totally normal for a while to quiz people so that they could prove “x” skill. Glad I realized that was bs before I hit adulthood.
To be fair, there are plenty of people who don't have the skills they claim to have.
The first thing that comes to mind is putting tuna in Kraft Mac 'n Cheese, some people think it's weird and gross, but I love it.
Tuna, hamburger, chicken, bacon, hot dogs, tofu. All of these work in mac and cheese or flavored instant mashed potatoes.
That when you make a cuppa it is totally normal to burn the nearest person to you with the teaspoon. Nearly caused a relationship break up lol.
We had pet rocks, named them.
I had a pet rock in 1975. It hated me and ran away and joined the circus.
Apparently other people's moms didn't just give their kids five bucks for lunch and then sleep all day.
My family puts butter on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. So butter and then peanut butter on top of that. No one else I know does this.
No way that's strange. You absolutely must butter your toast before putting peanut butter or jam. It says "I can have it all".
Find people's weakness as quick as possible.
It's almost always their eyes... sometimes a throat punch will do.
So you take regular spaghetti right. With regular spaghetti sauce. Now add soy sauce to it.
I add Kikoman soy sauce when making bolognaise sauce..? 🤷♂️😅 for the taste!
That it’s not normal for parents to fight constantly and not love each other. I’m probably screwed in any romantic relationships because of this.
No, I don't believe you're screwed. Not at all. I had a pretty terrible example when I was growing up, too. Our parents' baggage and mistakes don't have to be ours, too. It took some therapy and some work for me, but i was able to break free from much of it. I believe you can, too. I have hope for all of us.
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Another weird one - I used to get ear infections constantly when I was a kid. Also, my mother would clean my ears with a Q-tip, but she would suck on it first. As an adult, I realized she was probably giving me those ear infections. Why TF would she suck on it??
I'm an old man now, but when I was a kid, we kids got spanked all the time. The only kid I knew who wasn't spanked, was slapped around by his parents. My mom used to whip us with a heavy leather belt. Some kids parents used wooden paddles (teacher used to use those on us back then). I had a friend who would get "switched". He had to go out in the yard and pull a thin, willowy branch off a tree, and his parents would whip him with it.
It's the fashion now to be utterly horrified at spanking. But- when it was normal- it was NORMAL. Actual damage was small or none- what can be more damaging is adults shrieking- "oh no! You're DAMAGED!" Mostly- we weren't damaged. Always excepting the genuine pathologicals.
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That it’s not normal for parents to fight constantly and not love each other. I’m probably screwed in any romantic relationships because of this.
No, I don't believe you're screwed. Not at all. I had a pretty terrible example when I was growing up, too. Our parents' baggage and mistakes don't have to be ours, too. It took some therapy and some work for me, but i was able to break free from much of it. I believe you can, too. I have hope for all of us.
Load More Replies... Another weird one - I used to get ear infections constantly when I was a kid. Also, my mother would clean my ears with a Q-tip, but she would suck on it first. As an adult, I realized she was probably giving me those ear infections. Why TF would she suck on it??
I'm an old man now, but when I was a kid, we kids got spanked all the time. The only kid I knew who wasn't spanked, was slapped around by his parents. My mom used to whip us with a heavy leather belt. Some kids parents used wooden paddles (teacher used to use those on us back then). I had a friend who would get "switched". He had to go out in the yard and pull a thin, willowy branch off a tree, and his parents would whip him with it.
It's the fashion now to be utterly horrified at spanking. But- when it was normal- it was NORMAL. Actual damage was small or none- what can be more damaging is adults shrieking- "oh no! You're DAMAGED!" Mostly- we weren't damaged. Always excepting the genuine pathologicals.
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