People Are Sharing Their Weird Family Things That They Only Realized Were Not Normal Later In Life (35 Answers)
Every family is unique. And before we judge anyone for the way they live, we have to remember that other people might be in a totally different situation than us.
With that being said, many of us grow up with, let's call them eccentricities, without even realizing it! A popular Reddit thread by u/i-had-no-good-ideas has users sharing the weirdest thing their family does that they always thought was perfectly fine. From banning birthday parties to raising 36 cats, the entries prove the term "normal" is a rather relative one.
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That my family gets together once a week for dinner. Not just my mom, dad, and brother. I mean 4-5 generations of my family get together every Wednesday night for the last 40 years. We also do every holiday too. It’s almost never called off and we just rotate who cooks each week. It’s about 35 people.
That's awesome. My family couldn't get along well enough for that. After 3 reunions in a row ended with the cops being called, I stopped going. So sad.
I went from a family of 3 to meeting my husbands family. We don't get together every week but when we do get together there's about 50 of us. I love it.
Coming from a very small and dwindling family, I hope you know how truly blessed you are to have this.
Interestingly, u/i-had-no-good-ideas came up with this question during a clash between two family worlds. "I was camping with my [folks] and another family that we're friends with and we were arguing about the rules of UNO and what was the right way to play and what was the wrong way," the Redditor told Bored Panda.
"It turned out that my family had been playing it wrong the whole time and that just blew my mind ... I had been oblivious to it this whole time."
We had absolutely no censorship growing up. Everything was available to us to watch or listen to or play. My dad taught my sister and me how to sneak into R rates movies by buying a movie for one but going to another.
My parents made themselves available to explain most things, and had an open door policy. My sister and I were shy, though, and rarely asked stuff...except the time my sister asked my mom what 69 was and she answered. My sister learned not to ask.
When people said they couldn't watch or play something it was foreign to me.
My sister and I turned out low key. Didn't have our first relationships until I was 18 and she was 19. Pretty introverted about sexual matters for even longer. Never in trouble and were dedicated to school. In school we never drank or smoked. Both of my parents asked me and my sister of we needed birth control pills when we were 16. We said no followed by eww, Haha.
I think our curiosities were extinguished through my parents open policy, and we never felt the need to rebel.
my mom was the same and me and my sister turned out to be pretty well behaved adults with no need to rebel
I'm the same way w my daughter she's never been in trouble doesn't follow the crowd and nothing phases her. It was always age appropriate and I was always available.
Load More Replies...My parents were kind of similar, but with some age-appropriate boundaries. Mostly they wanted us to be protected from ill-intentioned people, so they gave us the information we needed. My brother and I turned out very well-behaved and responsible when it comes to sex and alcohol.
My parents were both doctors, and we had free access to an adult education video about conception, pregnancy, and childbirth. Very detailed, and showing all the stages of foetal development. There was no mystery about where babies come from. We're now in our thirties and forties, three out of four daughters are celibate, and the fourth is gay.
My parents were kind of like this. My mum would answer pretty much any question I had so I never got “the talk” and I’m not really scared to talk to her about anything. I never realised that this wasn’t normal when I was younger and I was really confused when my friends were shocked that I told my mum about pretty much everything.
Same with my family. The only movie my mom told me I couldn't see was "Suddenly, Last Summer." Not because of sex, but because she had read the book and there is, evidently, a cannibalism thing in the book, that is only mentioned in passing in the movie. I read Lady Chatterley's Lover in the 7th grade. It was passed around at school with all the "good" scenes "marked". No biggie, I didn't ask but I think she knew. I never drank, had "early" sex, did drugs or smoked. Forbidding something makes it terribly attractive.
At one point in my childhood, we had 36 cats who only came inside to eat and sleep at night. Any time a friend slept over, they were amazed and delighted when a half-dozen or more cats came in to sleep in my room. My dad even thought he was having a heart attack one time, because he woke up feeling intense pressure on his chest — it was actually two dozen cats. I found out later that my neighborhood considered us the weird house because of all the cats I thought were so awesome.
This sounds like a lot of cat poo in other people's gardens, to be honest. And no local wildlife.
Would have been worse for the wildlife if they lived as strays without being fed by his parents. We don't know the background, perhaps they collected the strays in the area.
Load More Replies...Nothing weird, just the elite protection and sanitation crew hanging around.
my grandma was like that. We had at least a dozen cats running around. She got them all fixed and loved each and every one of them. She never meet a cat that didn't just love her.
This made me laugh. I grew up on a farm. At one point we had between 30 and 35 cats (although they were barn cats). I thought it was awesome. My mom, who had married into farming and was not totally cool with a lot of it, did NOT think it was cool. (Yeah, they crapped in her flower beds.)
I thought I was the only one!!! Hahaha! All of our kittens and cats looked the same. They kept reproducing before my overworked mom could get them to the vet to be fixed. I swear my dad thought he was seeing the same 6 cats over and over. Only my poor mom who was completely overwhelmed with a bunch of kids knew the truth.
Not quite to that extent, but my best friends family were like that. I think up to 9 cats at one time (all with 'royal' names). Their house definitely had some foul smelling areas, but the cats were able to go into a cat run outside if they wanted, so not as bad as it could have been. Our council area only allowed up to 3 cats, and I did feel a bit anxious about the fact they were doing something illegal :)
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Researchers believe there is no single 'normal' in the modern American family anymore. According to a report prepared for the Council on Contemporary Families, most commonly (34 percent), children live with married, dual-career parents, however, no single family 'style' is in the majority.
"We have not replaced one ideal family type with another," Philip Cohen, a sociologist at the University of Maryland, said. "We have replaced one ideal family type with what we call a 'peacock's tail' in the report because it fans out."
Cohen took data from the U.S. Census and from national surveys on family life and reconstructed the family arrangements of Americans in 1960 and 2012.
He found that in 1960, the American family showed a 'peak conformity'. That year, the age at first marriage was the youngest, the marriage rate was at its highest, and the number of extended families living together in multigenerational households was the lowest.
Back then, 65 percent of children under age 15 lived in a family with married parents in which the father was the breadwinner. 18 percent had married parents who were both employed. And only one child in 350 lived with a mother who had never been married.
In 2012, however, no family type held a majority: the number of children with married parents and only a father working dropped to 22 percent, while children raised by dual-income married parents rose to 34 percent. 11 percent of kids lived with a never-married mother and 7 percent with a parent cohabiting with a romantic partner. About 3 percent of children lived with a single father.
My grandmother always thought the hand signal for 'I love you' was to stick your middle finger straight up like you're flipping someone the bird. Well, when she would send my dad and his sisters out of the house for the day, she'd innocently flip them the bird while yelling that she loved them. Now, out of tradition, my family always flips each other the bird to say goodbye. We always get strange looks at the airport.
It is the same in a Mr. Bean movie when he goes to America. Lovingly flips everyone off.
I mean, my friends and I have been flipping each other the bird for hello and goodbye for about 20 years now, hahaha
My battle cry for one of my favorite bands is "Fk This Band!" Been that way for 6 years now! LOL
An old best friend and I used to do that when we would leave each others' houses. I can still see her flipping me off in the back window of the car as they drove down the street.
About this time every year when local strawberries come into season, my Grandfather would make homemade strawberry shortcake for dinner. Not those stupid sponge cakes but with real homemade shortcakes. He would serve it with cream and it was a big deal because we ate pretty healthy. It was our way of welcoming Summer. His mother in the early 1900s would make one huge shortcake that would feed her, grandpa, and his 6 brothers and sisters.
In the fall when the local apples come in we would make apple dumplings for dinner because that was my Grandma's family tradition to celebrate the harvest.
I thought it was normal to have dessert twice a year for dinner to celebrate the changing of the seasons.
I'd rather have two amazing home made deserts like this per year than a crappy store bought something every day
When my grandparents were alive, we would have a strudel night around Thanksgiving to celebrate harvest. My grandma would make a huge cabbage strudel for the adults and then a smaller apple strudel for me. She did this until she was in her 90s and refused to let anyone help her. Those nights are some of my favorite memories from my childhood.
Okay, that takes into account summer and fall, what did you do for the other two seasons, winter and spring?
Too bad the picture shows a cake and not real strawberry shortcake...with real homemade shortcakes!
my Mom made me peach shortcake for lunch once.....we smiled a lot
I've never had a home baked cake. well from mix yeah only that.
We all open our Christmas gifts one at a time, taking turns, while everyone else watches. I've never met another family that does this.
We do this. I’ve been doing it since I was a kid and continued it with my kids. It gives everyone a chance to see what everyone received. My entire extended family does this also and so do all of my friends.
Ours did. Mom always complained she wanted to watch so we would go round robin and open presents one by one.
On my mums side of the family we have always done this. We all have our own piles of pressies and we take turns from youngest to oldest. It takes a while but it's much more fun. I like watching other people open their pressies.
My family has always done it this way. If someone has more presents they’ll open two back to back. Part of the fun of Christmas is the GIVING, and you can’t enjoy the giving aspect when you’re busy opening your own gifts. It also extends the time opening presents. It usually takes my family of 3 about an hour to open the presents, if we did it all at once I’m sure we’d be done in 20 mins.
We do this, one person actually gives them out, like their all under the tree, and one person goes around and gives everyone theirs.
This is very common in sweden. You open the gift, show everyone, thank the person who gave it to you and wait your turn to open the next one.
My family has always done this too. We take turns to choose a present from under the tree (not for yourself) and the recipient reads the card (usually aloud) and unwraps it. Everyone gets to see all the gifts and appreciate them. In adulthood we did switch to a secret-santa type name draw, so you don't have to find gifts for everyone.
"The first and most harrowing thing I took away from the comments was that more families have poop knives than I thought," u/i-had-no-good-ideas said. "The second thing I took away was what a poop knife was. But the third takeaway was that I'm really glad that my family are who they are. I got a lot of comments that were largely concerning when you think about them too long and it just made me glad that the strangest thing my family do is play UNO wrong."
After going through the comments, u/i-had-no-good-ideas agrees with the before-mentioned study. "Everyone has a different view of what normal is," the Redditor said. "To some, normal could be wearing a tuxedo and top hat to bed or running around your backyard wearing nothing but a sombrero. So there is such thing as a normal family but the concept of normal is entirely subjective and there is no such thing as a wrong subjective view."
Philip Cohen believes people really sort of on their own figuring out how to make their family life work. In fact, the sociologist thinks it's the reason why we have a big parenting advice industry. Plus, the search for role models may also help to explain the intense interest in celebrity families and marriages.
We have always had cats. We have several “cat songs”. Some are just songs that we have changed the words to include our cats names, but others completely made up on the fly. We can still remember and sing the cat songs of our pets that have long since passed.
We also have a certain way we speak to each others pets that is almost like another language. Made up words, strange accents, weird pronunciation of syllables... the whole shebang. Incomprehensible to others, but makes perfect sense to us.
Me and my mum do this and we do it about random stuff not just pets. We also never end up calling our cats by their actual names, they’re always just called their nicknames and they think that they’re in trouble when we call them by their actual names.
My dad’s side of the family always had this particular smell that I loved! But I never knew what that smell was... I only smelled it around them... It was such a nostalgic smell and I would be excited for family reunions so I could smell it.
Well, years later I discovered that smell was alcohol.
Alcoholism apparently runs in my family.
I have a favorite perfume that makes me think of my deceased aunt's Monte Carlo she had when I was little. Took me a few years to figure out the smell. Leather and marijuana. She was a really cool aunt!
Apparently it runs in the OP, too, if they liked the smell. Don't care for the smell, nor taste of alcohol. Beer, mixed drinks, champagne... they all taste the same. Yeeeck. Had very, very few alcoholic drinks in my life.
I pulled my grade 5 teacher aside and told him that his breath smelled like my father when he went to the Saxon inn bar after work(whiskey) and offered him some gum told him he needed the gum. The teacher ended up going on leave. He was an active alcoholic. However he was the best teacher I had. A Nice man. Just had a drinking problem.
Oh dear. My family was full of alcoholics, but I was unable to smell alcohol on a person until I became an adult.
Growing up my parents would always give each other two cards for birthdays and anniversaries. One would be a comedy card and one is a love card. Thought that was how it just was.
Apparently my family is the only one that does that, but my girlfriend does enjoy the two cards very much.
Everyone in my family gets a card from me, and one from the dog (the cats are full of themselves and can't be bothered).
I do this all the time also! Especially Valentine’s Day, one funny one and one serious one!
I do this too! This isn't so uncommon I see! I'm always disappointed my husband only gets me one sappy card.
Load More Replies...My hubby does that. Sometimes I get more than 2 cards because he can't decide on just 1 funny card. It is sweet.
In my family, correcting each other's mistakes in everyday conversation is normal, a thing to be grateful to the corrector for. The idea is that it's more important for everyone to be enriched or learning than it is for anyone's pride to be preserved while they're also wrong.
It created in me a love of debate and a willingness to revise my opinions / stances, but it's very frustrating to me now to calculate someone's pride into the equation, lest I be labeled rude or arrogant.
My parents were both language teachers so were very insistent on proper grammar and syntax. It used to really annoy me but now I’m thankful for the knowledge. However I have to stop myself correcting other people in case they think I’m being rude.
Yes! Please don't let me continue with wrong information, pronunciation, spelling, grammar, etc. I'd rather be slightly embarrassed once than highly embarrassed multiple times.
If something can be destroyed by the truth, it deserves to be destroyed by the truth. I would rather have a hard truth than live in the wrong.
I thing that this is great if the person is a native speaker. But if they aren't speaking their mother tongue and they aren't in class or telling you to do it its rude imo. The person is already making a huge effort to speak your language and interrupting them mid sentence because they didnt pronounce one thing right is very rude.
I actually like to be corrected when I make mistakes while communicating in a for me foreign language (or even in my native language), especially if it's some big or important mistake. I love learning and want to get better and that helps - unless I'm suddenly interrupted and corrected in the middle of a sentence while speaking and loose my train of thought as a result of it
Load More Replies...Yeah... but we really need to stop enabling the stupidity running rampant in our country now. Yeah, one has a right to their opinion, but if it's an uneducated one, or a rehashing of some idiotic online conspiracy... other people have, not just a right, but a responsibility to call it out.
another idea that seems like it should be more common for a better world!
Our family had solstice parties. I didn't think it was weird until someone called me a witch.
in most of European countries solstice is a big think, especially midsummer (you cannot avoid that one in Baltics and Nordic countries), that's a lot of fun!
In all the countries in the mediterranian area we also celebrate summer solstice (23rd June). With fire! This and chistmas/new year are the two biggest celebrations of the year. Before being a ¿christian? thing, it was celebrated as winter solstice.
Load More Replies...Christians have soltice parties, they just make them about some dead carpenter dude rather than about nature.
Technically Christmas is a winter solstice party in disquise but there are plenty of folk that do not want to admit this. And of course midsummer in Nordic countries.
I used to attend Solstice parties in Ireland - sometimes a fire in the woods but also more organised events with live music and staying up until the dawn. Happy times 🙂
Not very common, but if thats what you and your family believe, more power to you. Not any more weird than any other beliefs.
If only I knew of a place here in the UK that could help with this celebration. Something with stones., hmm. Stone something. Any ideas? ;o)
In my family, we finished the chicken to the bone — no meat, no gristle, nothing left. And if you didn't finish it, someone would finish it for you. Well, flash-forward to college when I'm eating chicken in the cafeteria with my housemates. One of them didn't clean their chicken wing, so I casually reached over and took it to finish it off, without interrupting the conversation. After a minute, I realized everyone was staring at me. 'What?' I asked, someone else's chicken bone hanging out of my mouth.
"Fried Chicken Pandemic?" You mean there's a place which has an overabundance of fried chicken? Where is this magical land?
Load More Replies...you were at least 18.. how can you not know, that eating the almost eaten chicken wing of somebody who is not part of your family isn't something normal? i always finished my mums ceral when i was younger, but never in a million years i would have finished a friends uneaten cerals..
At a dinner party last week I sat across from a Swedish man eating steak. You know how you stop eating when you can’t get more off with your knife and fork? He didn’t. He chewed and cracked on the bones for twenty minutes. Of course the noise drove me crazy but also I thought, “Jeez, my teeth chip when I eat mashed potatoes.”
We did this in our house too. Of course, it helps that the chicken is so dang good. My mom is a great cook, so we had no problem following the unwritten rule of "Clean your bones"!
We do it to at my family. My father and I love it and get all the leftover bones and now my partner also gives them to me.
Load More Replies...Actually, I cannot eat chicken from the bone. Started about 10 years ago, well into adulthood. A bit of bone came off and ended ip in my mouth with the chicken. I was immediately nauseated and it has now turned into a phobia of chicken bomes not being allowed near my mouth. I feel ill and cannot finish my meal. And yes, I have tried a lot to not feel this way.
I had this with tuna. Eating a tuna sandwich and found a bone, got totally grossed out. Decided to try again years later and found another bone. That's it, I'm done.
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Saying 'I love you'. I'm very greatful to have grown up in a very loving and caring household. My parents and I say 'I love you' or 'love you' to almost everyone. But once I got to middle school (my first REAL group of friends) I realized that many kids did not grow up in a household to told each other that. Many times I saw my friends be uncomfortable when I told them that I loved them. Now I'm much more cautious when I say that. (Only say it to close friends now)
Probably selective memory, but I can't recall ever being told that by my mother as I was growing up.
My parents have never said it to me. But I have never in my life felt that they don't.
I was always quite jealous that my friend's mum threw around plenty of 'I love you's', whereas mine didn't. Fast forward to her late twenties when she met and married a man her mum didn't like, her mum cut her and her son off completely, and told my friend's siblings if they had anything to do with my friend she would cut them off as well. I learned then that it's deeds, not words, that count.
I have a few close friends I say it to. I wish we would normalize this as a culture, though. It's a great feeling when you're having a rough day, call a friend to talk, and they end the phone call with "love you." ❤️
I grew up in a big 'I love you' family, I say it to my wife every day, my parents whenever I speak to them and my friends after a good night out.
The last thing I ever said to my father before he passed was "I love you,". We never really said it growing up, but as we got older, I encouraged the family to say it. Cos you don't know if you get another chance. It is a precious gift not to waste.
Was never ashamed to hug or kiss my mother, my father or even some of my best male friends who were very close. I love you... wish I could hear those words now.
My family always say we love one another. My parents even say it to my husband. I've worked with people who've said they don't say it to their kids as they don't feel the need to. I do get actions speak louder than words, but surely just hearing the words I love you from a loved one offers positive feelings, I just don't get why you would think it but not say it.
It was the opposite for me, now I'm very generous with my "I love yous"
We always had a single hardboiled egg on our plate whenever we had spaghetti.
I have a spaghetti sauce recipe that calls for you to put a hard boiled egg in the sauce. I got it from a friend's italian grandmother. She had no idea why she does it, but made me promise I'd always do it.
Louloubelle, could you share that recipe?? Made me curious. Thank you.
Load More Replies...I would say this is gross, but I love avocado on spaghetti (especially with a good, thick bolognese or puttanesca sauce) so I don't think I have any room here to talk.
I like my mom's egg salad. Which, when I got the recipe, basically is smashed deviled eggs.
Load More Replies...Curry, yes, never heard of it with spaghetti, but why not I guess! We tend to go for plenty of cheese, yummy :)
We'd go for a walk after every dinner. Rain or shine. Found out years later our neighbors thought we were weird.
I agree I love the rain!just wear clothes that can get soaked and you'll be fine
Load More Replies...Me and my kids did after dinner walks a lot! No in rain typically but a lot! :)
My mum started us doing this during summers, but not every night. She still years for this family time now we have grown up.
Yelling to communicate.
Everyone in my household just yelled and screamed at each other for little or no reason. Not even when they were mad at each other, but even when we were just working around the house or something, people would start yelling at each other like they hated them then after we were all done we just went back to business as usual as if nothing ever happened.
I didn't find out this wasn't exactly normal when I had my first girlfriend. I started yelling and bellowing at her about something, I have no idea what it was even about, and she started crying and said she was afraid I was going to hurt her. I thought this was the craziest thing i'd ever heard. I wasn't going to hit her, I was just yelling. We eventually sort of sat down and talked about it and she made me realize that the primary means of communication i'd been taught and had to use my entire life up to that point wasn't how people were supposed to talk to each other. I also learned that most women tend to cry if you yell at them.
I had done it throughout all my formative years so it's a bit hard to suppress. Sometimes I still find myself raising my voice to people, even my wife, and she'll just put her hand on my shoulder and its sort of our signal to remind me i'm getting carried away.
Weird thing is, i'm not even really angry or anything like that, it just happens automatically. But she knows I don't mean anything by it and helps me to keep it in check. It's not that bad these days, it has gotten better and better over the years being around more sane people that aren't from my family.
My dad used to yell but that was cause he was deaf in one ear and as he got older his hearing in the other started to go too. We all just found it hilarious.
My grandfather had the same and I was always afraid of him. He became frustrated so he yelled with anger and it was worse.
Load More Replies...My fathers house was like this growing up. Took a long time for me to get out of the habit of yelling or allowing anyone to speak to me in such a negative way. Now I enjoy the peace in my life and am so glad I got away from this.
That's exactly what I was thinking. Grandpa was italian and hard of hearing, yelling became default for his kids and for us grandkids.
Load More Replies...Maybe your parents were hard of hearing and never got checked? just a thought. Good for you though for working to correct this issue......
Mind if i share this to a friend of mine? Sounds a LOT like him! We im in a group call with him hes always yelling at his family doors slamming even. He so sometimes raises his voice to the group🤭
Working at renaissance faires. My parents have been doing it for decades, so I grew up doing it and thought nothing of it. I always thought it was normal that my family would dress up to interact with other people, also dressed up, wielding swords and the like. You can imagine my surprise when, in elementary school, no one had a goddamn clue what I was taking about when I spoke of my normal weekend activities Blew my eight-year-old mind
I do historical reenactments of the mid to late 18th century and I regularly wear my clothes for that for every day things. Like I break out my cloak as soon as the leaves start to fall. I got called weird for wearing cloaks, tunics, and knee britches to school but hey they are comfy
I've been volunteering at a local science-fiction convention for over twenty years and attended it for a decade before that. I've watched children grow up who came to their first convention as a baby, wearing a Starfleet uniform onesie. Now, some of them have their own kids. I'm sure those kids had their own interesting conversations at school, although geek has become a little more mainstream in recent years that ren faires.
My father joined a group (medievel instead) and the year after, my mom and I joined too. Best summers of my life! We stopped a few years before my dad died, as he was too sick to go. I miss it and him.
We had a diarrhea spoon, so we could test its consistency and find out how dehydrated we were — 'Need about 5 ounces there, Hon.'
WTAF????? you scooped s**t up , with a spoon??????? and you think thats normal ? hands up , who else had a s**t spoon ,,,,,,,,,,
Ugh... nope. Very, very pleased to say that this is NOT something we had!! Ugh again.
Load More Replies...I remember similar post where a family had a s**t knife - a butter knife meant to slice big feces to flush it easily
I had a unbent hangar. It’s not us, it’s the way the toilet is built.
Load More Replies...The poop knife, now the diarrhoea spoon, we just need the constipation fork and we have a set.
if i hadn't read the story of the "poop knife" i'd say this was preposterous, but...here it is
Note to self... NEVER purchase silverware from a thrift store or accept 'hand-me-down' silverware ever again. *shudders*
I'm assuming this was before 1997 as neither adult knew about the Bristol Stool chart which would have erradicated the very peculiar need to test stool consistency manually. There are 7 types, normal is between 3 & 4 for those who don't know.
Your stool can tell you tons about your health without going to the doc. Many have found me odd for checking contents before flush.
Load More Replies...A pooper scooper for humans. Wow, just wow. Hope you never had some guests over and were short on spoons.
People are often horrified by my parent's methods of discipline. When I was little we'd have to kneel on rice if we were too loud on the stairs, or get knuckle punched on the top of our heads if we did something wrong. Also, I now realize how strange it is for your parents to walk around naked. We also couldn't go to their bedroom after they went to bed. My sister broke her arm one morning falling out of the top bunk and my mom made her wait for hours until she would take her to the doctor. I won't go into the paint-stick rule. I didn't realize how messed up this was until I met my girlfriend and told her about it.
WHAT? Kneel on rice? Wait for hours with a broken arm? WTF. Child abuse is horrible.
This was a " frequent " punishment from my grandmother when I was small... Esp if I failed to memorize Sunday schools next bible verse ... I was a " demon child " to her already , because I am mixed race, ( hispanic/ white ) , and my father denied me at birth... Rice , salt , dry crushed cereals , whatever had that grainy texture... My mother didnt find out about it till I was around 8 since she worked all the time... She stopped it , but we still had to live there till I married...
Load More Replies...Spankings with leather belt down on calves so EVERYONE could tell I'd been bad.
I had to kneel on rice once. Very painful. Everything you described is actually abuse. I hope you don't have a relationship with them anymore.
Another Redditor asked OP if they ever confronted their parents about the abuse. OP replied: “My dad died when I was 12 so I never really got to talk to him about adult things like that. My mom has softened up a lot over the years, and she and I have become super close. Most of the punishments were inflicted by my dad, but honestly I'd give anything to have him back, and I still love my mom with all my heart.”
Load More Replies...Yeah, how about picking your own switch off a bush, or lining up with siblings to get spanked until one confessed, or having devils "cast out" by their frantic speaking in tongues every time you had a tantrum (always made it worse and scared the s**t out of me).
You and your sisters are victims of abusive parents.. There is nothing that excuse this.
We're not super demonstrative or affectionate, so relationships were interesting early on. Wake up call for me was when my girlfriend got really upset with me because I didn't call her to find out how her doctor's appointment went. I was confused because I figured she'd let me know if anything was wrong and if I hadn't heard anything I'd assume everything was fine. It never registered that perhaps actual human people like to feel cared about sometimes and that - as her boyfriend - it would be appropriate for me to show a little more concern for her. My family is still like this, although I like to think I've grown in that respect - it's something I had to learn how to do though.
Meh, each to their own. My family were over involved (still are) in every aspect of each other's lives. Sending cards if you got a new job, or gifts if you were a little under the weather. It became a bit suffocating as you were expected to reciprocate and I couldn't keep up with it. My husband's family were a refreshing change, only milestone birthdays got a card. They weren't in and out of each other's lives, but kept a respectable distance. There if you need them, but would leave you alone to live your life. I much prefer that!
Reading this made me realize that despite I thought whole my childhood that my family was over involved, it was only with very not important stuff. Like middle of dinner when you're eating everyone would ask if you can't anymore (while you're still eating!). However important and sensitive stuff complete taboo... Like anti vax aunt which bothers me, but if I ask my close relatives how can we approach her, answer is: there's nothing to be done, we just don't talk.
Load More Replies...I have big problems with my boyfriend because of that. Growing up if you needed help, you asked, if you wanted to say something, go ahead and talk (of course there are a few exceptions!). My partner on the other hand have to be prompted on everything: are you ok, are you hungry/cold/hot, how was work/dentist/movie etc and I NEVER ask, not out of disrespect or because I don't care, as in my head if you want to talk, you just talk. I get annoyed he asks about everything and he gets annoyed I don't. It's very hard at times...
I have been married since gawd wore flip flops. My husband never asks about how ANYTHING went. I didn't know you were supposed to be interrogated about your day.
How is asking "how was your day/trip/interview etc" an interrogation? I thought it's showing interest.
Load More Replies...Well GOOD FOR YOU FOR knowing you're a grown up now and can learn!!!!! Wish many others would learn good and healthy things to help their relationships.
I still struggle to overcome the instinct to act like I don’t care, I’m 43, it’s not easy.
i can see both sides... if something major was up she should have called but if they talked after and he didnt even mention the appointment or ask about it... yeah
Yeah, my family doesn't talk about mental health. Ever. Mostly because our father was the king of abuse, I suspect...
My dad used to whip out his bare ass at everyone. He once put it on the dinner table while I was eating, and my mom spanked it. That's when I realized something was off.
My uncle used to do mooners a lot, it was hilarious, I wouldn't worry too much.
When I was little, my family and I LOVED the first Spongebob Movie. In the movie, they make these silly calls that sound like “LULULULU!” by pursing their lips and wiggling their tongues back and forth. One night, as my dad was tucking me in, he said “Goodnight, I love you! LULULULU!” And I repeated it back.
We still do this, and I’m 23. I think it’s his way of hanging on to his idea of me as a kid.
I draw the line at phone calls, though. I’ve gotten some weird looks from my boyfriend.
Eh, teach your boyfriend that families are weird. It's okay to be silly. If he judges you for it, find another boyfriend.
Absolutely! My beloved's silliness levels have been raised since meeting me.
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Whenever we got fast food, we would put all of our fries together in a big mound to share — sort of like communal fries. Once I was at a friend's house and they bought us fast food, so I put my fries on a plate and pushed it to the middle of the table. Lots of strange looks.
That's okay if deliberately bought as an extra for 'the table' but I'm not sharing my OWN chips!! Hands off those!
My best friend and I always did this when we went out places, too. Not a family thing, though
And then you still end up with leftovers, because 'minimum chips' is always too much!
Load More Replies...We useed to fry them at home and put salt afterwards. Once at my friend's it came the bowl of fries and I deliberately put salt and start mixing the whole with my bare hands. They all stopped eating and started looking at me. I had no idea that outside the family you shouldn't touch common food with hands 😅
I didn’t grow up with this but somehow my partner and I have created this dynamic with our tiny one.
My friends suck the snot and boogers out of their kids' noses with their mouth instead of having them blow into tissues. Then they go spit it out in the trash afterwards. I gagged the first time I witnessed it.
There are specific tools you can use to do this... If your child is under one year old and therefore lacking the dexterity and understanding of how to blow their own nose!
Ant those things are not even recommended because they make the nose too dry or something
Load More Replies...I know the post says "kids" but I question the accuracy of it. Parents have been sucking snot from babies since the begining of time. Babies are not capable of blowing thier noses and if they are congested can lead to severe difficulties suckling resulting in weight loss and failure to thrive - from something as simple as a snotty nose. There are tools but they are difficult, fiddly and not always effective, especially when you have a screaming hungry baby. I remember watching my mother suck the snot from my baby brother when he was choking on it and unable to breath. I am thankful I never faced that with my own children but I can guarantee, I would have in an instant had it been necessary.
If it’s an emergency situation that’s different. I would not let a child die because I felt it was to gross to help him in this manner. (Geesh…I can’t even type the words for it) I did perform CPR and mouth to mouth resuscitation on a old woman who had vomited. But I just don’t think I could have done the nose thing on an adult. Nope. No way.
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We always ate pineapple slices on our hamburgers- every time- all of us
It was like putting ketchup on for most people, when I ate burgers at other people’s houses I would be like, where’s the pineapple in the same way people would ask for lettuce or mayo
That is delicious, but I don't think I'd call it a "must have." I bet the other families were pretty confused when you'd ask for the pineapple.
Don't forget the cherries brown sugar canadian bacon no sauce thin crust we love Hawaiian Delight Pizza😋lol don't knock it til you try it
Load More Replies...Also good in burgers: sliced banana (my brother ‘invented’ this but I don’t know if others do it too); and sliced pickled beetroot (it’s an Aussie thing). The ultimate burger at our house was bun, meat, lettuce, tomato, grilled onion, banana, beetroot, fried egg, mayo, ketchup.
Let me tell ya bout the Wallbangies.
Thought everyone knew about them like the Easter bunny or tooth fairy. They are a tiny race of native American people. In the mornings you went around collecting belly button lint, and you would put what you find under your pillow when you made your bed. That night while you slept they would come and collect the lint, and eventually one day they would bring you a sweater they knitted from the lint.
I was 20 years old when I learned these itty bitty Indians aren't universally known..
*facepalm* Indigenous people are not elves, and they certainly are not interested in your belly button lint.
That’s what I thought. Because white people would NEVER collect belly button lint, but those Native Americans....
Load More Replies...Aren't we gonna comment on the name? WALL-BANGIES? It wasn't elves that went "bang" on the wall at night...
I'm native and never heard of this... haha. We have 'little people' that we tend to walk around and blame for things that go missing. But never had any magical fairy take my belly button lint haah.
Oooh, cool - we have these in South Africa also!
Load More Replies...I think this is a brilliant story!! What a great way of tricking your kids into cleaning the house!!! I may have to use this!
I loved The Borrowers. Read the books several times, but not recently.
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When we had dinner, if you took a bite that was too hot (temperature wise), the rest of the family would blow in your mouth until it cooled off. To this day my brothers and I wonder why our parents let us do this.
Covid doesn’t spread people, people spread Covid.
Load More Replies...Because why not? It's a cute idea from obviously concerned and empathic children.
That's just f****n weird, let's taste everyone's breath while I'm eating dinner yum-yum.
We always have our house in the 50- to 60-degree range, even during the Wisconsin winter. Everyone would always comment on how cold it was in our house, but it felt fine to me! Meanwhile, other people's houses — which are normally in the 70-degree range — are way too hot for me.
It is quite cold to keep the temperatures at 10-15°C. 21C sounds better.
21°C is too much for me. i keep it to 17-19 in the winter. as for the summer, being against air conditioning makes me get whatever I get - and it was 32°C last night :(
Load More Replies...We keep our thermostat set on 16C (around 60f), if you're cold you put a top on or get up and do some chores. Extremely wasteful to have your heating set up high
Same with me. I am much more comfortable wearing a sweater inside during the winter than running around in a short sleeve shirt or blouse. I want the house "cool." My husband however, thinks it is only comfy when it is 99 degrees outside. My response is, "fergawdsake put on a sweater." Dogs like it cool much better.
I have two large breed dogs, with lots of fur, my house is ALWAYS cold …. But my pups are happy 🤦🏽♀️
Our family had a communal underwear drawer until I was in high school. Apparently not common?
We didn't have a ton of money growing up. Most of my clothes were hand me downs. But not underwear. Nope. That we got new, and our own.
Growing up, my teachers and friends would tell me I had a 'sing-song' voice and sometimes would make fun of it, but that's how my entire family talks to one another. We have our own little familial variation on the local accent, words adopted from where most of us used to live, words made up as jokes over time, phrases that ended up sticking in our communal lexicon because of longstanding jokes or situations. It was enough that when I was in kindergarten the school insisted that I be put into speech therapy. I didn't really realize it was weird until I was about 13 and my friends and I were watching Star Trek TNG and one of them pointed at the TV and said 'Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra. That's what you sound like!'
Your family sounds really cool actually. It would be fascinating to listen in.
That Star Trek episode is one of my favourites.. It is so well written. The metaphor "Temba, his arms wide" made it into Skyrim as an easteregg: They named one of the villagers Temba Wide-Arm.
Are you sure you're not my kid? This has all happened to my kids. hehehe
ST fan here and that was just the dumbest premise for a ST episode ever.
My parents put certain foods (hot dogs, toast, etc) on paper towels instead of plates. Obviously things like pasta or rice would go on plates, but anything that didn't ~require~ a plate went on a paper towel. I grew up thinking this was normal. Until I served a sausage in a bun to a boyfriend on a paper towel and he looked at me like I had three heads.
Turns out my parents just really hate to wash dishes, so they destroy the planet by wasting paper and buying plastic cups instead. Real dishware only comes out on special occasions.
Did I mention they have a dishwasher but hate to use it?
Also gives you something to wipe up with when you're done. I tend to stick my sandwiches straight onto the placemat rather than a plate, because why wash up a plate when you can wipe that
Load More Replies...A practical solution for any food that's going to require a napkin anyway! Just use the paper towel to wrap it, then use the same paper towel for wiping up any messes while you eat.
Anything cold or room temp with an "outside" (bun, bread, etc.) goes on a paper towel in my house too. So, cookies, sandwiches, crackers, hot dogs, burgers. slices of pizza, etc.
My good friend's family used to put on a full Christmas pageant every year — I'm talking costumes, scripts, roles assigned at Thanksgiving, and always a live baby Jesus played by an infant in the family. They've even rented locations to fit everyone! She only found out that it was unusual in college, when we were discussing our plans for Winter Break and she casually mentioned 'the pageant.' Everyone paused and asked what that meant, and she said, 'You know, the family Christmas pageant.' We had to explain that no one else does that, and it was hilarious! She was an angel that year.
I'm more concerned that there's a new baby in this family every year. That's a lot of pressure!
Depends on the size of the family. On my mother side I have 6 uncles/aunts and 15 cousins with an age gap of 10 years or so. So for a while, there was 1 or 2 babies every year in the extended family. The rythm is slowing down now :-)
Load More Replies...I'm laughing remembering my older sister always forced my other sister, me, and two of our cousins to put on a nativity every year. She was the director, or perhaps dictator would have been a better word, the cousins were always Mary and Joseph, my sister and I were either sheep, or camels, depending on the dictators mood. And we had the rattiest old doll that was Jesus. She forced the rest of my family to watch this (6 adults, 7 other kids - older than the dictator). We weren't even religious. And the dictator was about 9 when she started this, and it went on about 3 years before my mother stopped her.
hey, if your family is really into something I say go for it. our family was really involved in the towns 4th of July festival. It's a bit weird to do it just as a family but hey i bet they did a really good job of it.
It was hard enough to get the numbers for a nativity at the Church...
Hoarding. But right after I left my family's home I became incredibly irate of any clutter. My home is now always organized and I constantly rid of stuff I don't use. But my housemate has a crap ton of ancient shit he doesn't use and it drives me nuts.
The house I grew up in had 5 equal sized bedrooms. Every 3 months made us all move rooms (a sort off musical rooms) - furniture and all. Believe me we kept clutter to an absolute minimum.
That sounds awful. You belong on this list.
Load More Replies...As I've come to know people over my life, I've found these sort situations to be rather common. Children of sloppy parents grow up to be neat freaks, and vice-versa. Sport nut parents raise kids who lose all interest in sports once they leave home. Etc., etc.
My parents were hoarders. Let's just say at this point in my life I have so much baggage I should be sponsored by Samsonite
This was my mother. HEr mother was a major hoarder and now my mother HATES clutter
I grew up in a hoarder house. As an adult, I do anything to avoid clutter.
Shut up, there's a reason people hoard. It's mental illness.
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We never had birthday parties. Birthdays were observed, but there were never parties. I got toys, some good food, but no one was invited ever.
My father told me it was a family tradition. Many years later, when I realized that absolutely everyone I knew did in fact have birthday parties, I looked into the matter more closely and found that an ancestor had apparently died after his birthday party, and since then all parties were forbidden in the family.
I think the only one of my siblings that had a birthday party was my older brother. I never did, and I shared a birthday cake with my sister for a few years since our birthdays were 2 days apart. No parties, and I actually hate parties now.
Load More Replies...In my extended family, we had a big birthday party on the first Saturday in August for all the kids born in July, August, December or January. 35 to 50 people would show up with potluck and little gifts for the birthday kids. We did this on Thanksgiving, New Years, and Easter, too, but the August one was for birthday kids. This is why I say that my birthday is the only holiday in August. :)
My parents refuse to have big celebrations for themselves, since a few years ago they went to a diamond anniversary lunch, and the husband dropped dead at the table.
I had my first birthday party ever in 2008. I was born in 1974. But I was so happy to finally be able to have a chance to have a party. Invited loads of friends, not everyone could come but everyone on the list did an amazing thing and put some money each into a kitty, and my present was the UCS Lego Star Wars Imperial Star Destroyer. I was so happy!! I even got a You Are 1' birthday card which made me laugh. Was a great occasion. Not had one since though!!
Same here. No birthday parties ever growing up. My mother didn't like people coming to our house so I was never allowed to go to friends' houses to play because she didn't want them in our house. Not once in the 19 years I lived at home. These days I can't have people over enough.
We didn't have birthday parties either. But mostly because my parents couldn't afford it. We had 5 kids. For our birthday, my mom would go out and buy a present for us, make a box cake, and let us pick what we wanted for dinner.
I wish that was my family, my mom used to try and make birthday parties for me, and I mean tried because she threw the party but barely a couple kids showed up... I hated it. As soon as I had a say I never had another "birthday party"
Growing up I only have one birthday were I invited a friend. We just celebrated as a family and I liked it. It kind of weirds me out that my niece and nephew have big birthdays with friends haha :-). to each their own I guess.
I hate throwing parties so we take the kids out somewhere cool instead.
I never had birthday parties as a child because I didn't have any friends to invite. It was always just my family.
That's sad. I'm sorry. I didn't have any friends either. My mother let us each have one, but I never had one, because I didn't have anyone to invite either.
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Instead of trick-or-treating on Halloween, my parents made us go around to different doors in our basement and answer Bible questions to receive candy.
I don't know about that but it certainly was a drag.
Load More Replies...My brother just adopted two kids who had been briefly fostered by Baptists. Told the younger one there is a demon in the dark and he is now terrified to sleep without a night light and also told them Halloween was of the devil and they aren't sure about celebrating it. I think its child abuse to do that to little kids personally.
Your second sentence starts with a sentence fragment. Who told the younger one there was a demon in the dark? At first reading, I thought you were the one telling them that. I agree that it is definitely child abuse by the Baptists.
Load More Replies...What was behind the doors ? And why "doorS". How many were there ? Who has a basement with many doors ? All this is veeeeery sus... Did you keep heathens captive ? Should we call the police ?
in my basement, there's multiple bedrooms, a bathroom, laundry, and a storage room, which is six doors. it's this thing called a "finished basement", haven't you heard of it?
Load More Replies...Different doors in the basement? Why does it have so many doors? Did your family have cells where they kept people?
Our church had harvest festivals. Tons of games, rides, a cake walk, face painting, food booths, bouncy houses, sometimes a hay ride, petting zoo, or pony rides. Always went home with a full bag of candy. Never trick-or-treated until I was in college and my friends found out I'd never been. Tbh I prefer the festivals over walking around dark neighborhoods to stranger's houses and seeing all the creepy grisly decorations some people adore.
My mom makes gravy with every meal. It's a staple in my family. If we want to make something quick to eat, we put gravy over rice, potatoes, veggies, bread, anything we find. It all goes great with gravy! It must be a "my mom" thing because I've gone to dinner with her at friends houses and am used to her turning to me and whispering incredulously "are they not serving gravy with this meal?"
Taters. In my family, we had fried taters with almost every meal, unless we had baked or mashed potatoes at dinner.
Try a roast potato, (cooked if possible with goose fat) preferably with a roast dinner.
Load More Replies...Dated a girl whose mom always fixed rice, meat and gravy like 5 times or more a week.
My mother baked cakes as a home business for years and had a dedicated room with a second oven in there. We called it “the cake room”. I was probably in my twenties before I was fully aware that other people don’t have cake rooms and that was pretty much just us.
My husband's Aunt did the thing and her house always smelled wonderful !!!!
Apparently dipping buttered toast in hot chocolate is weird, my family always did it and would eat it for breakfast and stuff but when I told my friends about it they said they have never heard of anyone doing that.
Man, in France buttered toasts (salted butter!) dipped in hot chocolate is like traditional morning breakfast for kids. I'm 30 and I still do it once in a while, mostly in Sunday mornings. The house smells like grilled baguette and it's like paradise.
My family would wake up at midnight and eat chicken noodle soup and dip our peanut butter n jelly sandwich in it w a cup of hot tea every weekend. It was a way to bond when everyone was home. My grandmom would wake me up when I was little even. It is really a great memory and it's also a great comfort meal when I'm feeling the need.
Oh now you made me hungry for it I grew up doing that it's that salt and sweet chocolate it's wonderful
We did this with café au lait. And my mom and I would put a small piece of cheese on a spoon and put it in the coffee to let it melt before we ate it. It's comfort for me.
My dad used to walk around the house naked in the mornings. I'd just be in the kitchen eating my Fruity Pebbles and minding my own business, and then his Cap'n Crunch Berries would be in my face. I found out it was weird years later, when I saw it on Malcolm in the Middle. And also, when no one else I've ever known has done this.
Ew, stop sexualizing naked bodies as a default
Load More Replies...This is pretty common for lots of military families in the us, but it weirded me out that a lot of my nonmilitary friends had known people for a long time. They would say stuff about their best friend from kindergarten, and it would just be completely alien to me. I moved around every few years, so I always felt like I had a sorta backdoor. Made a fool of myself? It’s ok, you leave in 4 months. Now I have a hard time remembering that people want friends to stick around. Or that I can’t just leave if I’m embarrassed or angry.
Right?? I have little to no contact with anyone from any past states I’ve lived in. Also when people call their house home. We always call it ‘the house’. Never home.
Same, the first place I called home is the house we live in now. We bought it 11 years ago and have no plans on moving anytime. This is the longest I have ever lived anywhere my entire life. But hey, that is what happens when you are a military brat and then marry a Marine! 🤷🏾♀️
Load More Replies...We constantly moved but father was not in the military (or anything illegal) I have found it hard to stay in 1 house long since.
Also a brat, moved every two or three years until I was fourteen. I feel like I never really learned HOW to make long term friends. Short term friends, yes, and I learned how to say good bye because as brats, we had no choice. Now, I don't have many close friends. I have what I call "situational friends." Friends at work, friends in my book club, friends where I volunteer, friends at the conventions I attend once a year. They don't really carry over to the outside. Not seeing them regularly doesn't seem too different from saying good bye when you leave them behind.
This is precisely why my husband and I waited to have kids. We wanted to make sure that when our kids started school we would be at our last duty station and then he could retire. I went to 6 schools growing up and I hated it. I am proud to say, my kids (16 and 13) have friends now that they knew in kindergarten. My son even still has a friends from pre-school! 😊
My parents hated using the microwave. They wouldn’t put pizza, pasta, bread, meat, or anything meant to be baked and crisp in the microwave. It was strictly for steaming vegetables and frozen dinners. We didn’t eat a lot of foods that kids would eat from the microwave like frozen nuggets, pizza rolls, hot dogs, hot pockets, etc because my mom didn’t want to turn on the oven for “kid food.” When I saw someone microwave a plate of pizza rolls or chicken nuggets my mind was blown, to me it was as weird as boiling them. This did lead to me teaching my first boyfriend to make quesadillas in a pan. He came from a microwave family and I showed him the light. Also seasoning, you gotta season a quesadilla.
we had a microwave.. to reheat cold foods but not for cooking? who the f puts pizza in a microwave? don't you have a real oven?!
You can reheat cold pizza in the microwave. I wouldn't cook it originally there though
Load More Replies...What? Who eats microwaved nuggets, hot dogs and pizza etc. That's just weird.
microwave is only good for defrosting. do yourselves a favour. learn to cook properly and ditch that junk
I normally do... heat the tortilla on the comal, then stuff it and microwave it to melt the cheese
Load More Replies...Well, no you don’t. You dip it in salsa. I lived in El Paso. A quesadilla is cheese (asadero) in a tortilla
Huh, I never thought to season a quesadilla. That would probably make it taste a lot better. What would you season it with?
Growing up we would always eat dinner super late. Like 8 or 9 o clock at night. Sometimes even as late as 10. Thought this was normal for the longest time until at some point in middle school I had a discussion with one of my friends about it. He said his family ate around 5 or 6 most times, 7 at the latest. Thought this was odd. It wasn't until my freshman year of high school when I finally realized my mom was an alcoholic, and we were eating super super late every night so my mom could get fucked up before we ate as the food would ruin her drunkeness.
Eating dinner around 8 or 9 is not super late? It's very normal in families where both parents work and it's pretty much the norm in my country. Most people finish work at 6, then have to travel home and will not be able to start making dinner before 7 at the earliest. In my family we ate early when dinner was already made the day before - my parents would cook huge meals 2 or 3 times a week to save time. OP's mom sucks, there is no argument, but in general having dinner at 8 is not late in my book.
All due respect, I think you missed the point. Living with an alcoholic parent, getting high was more important than feeding your spawn.
Load More Replies...I grew up in Germany and we ate at 6. My wife ist from southern France and now we eat at 8 :-)
My family usually had dinner between 5:30 and 6:30. Sometimes it ran a bit late if we went out to eat. As an adult, I try to eat by 4:30-5 pm because some nights, I have meetings online anywhere from 5:30-6:30 and later.
Don't you eat anything else until next breakfast? At what time? Don't you wake up hungry in the middle of the night? I'm not judging, I'm curious! I begin dinner at 10 and I wake up in the morning because I'm hungry! I feel that I'd woke up at midnight!
Load More Replies...As a child, I curled up behind my bead room door falling asleep to the pounding of the kitchen table and the screams of my mom yelling at my step dad. The drinking was desert to my parents.
We used to eat at like 4:30 because that was when my dad got home and he was always super hungry when he got home
The first time my sister and I went to Italy (we’re American) we had just been walking around all day sightseeing. Before we headed back to our hotel we decided to get dinner at a local cafe. It was about 5:30 or so. There were no other guests and the wait staff looked at us strangely. But they did take our order and served us. The next day we met up with our tour group and mentioned how long it took to get our dinner the night before. Everyone laughed and explained that a normal dinner time was more like 9:00. So the staff had cooked us dinner. Probably not even a chef on duty yet. Of course we laughed but we went by that same cafe later that night and thanked them so much for fixing a dinner for us.
Honestly we don’t eat dinner as a family so dinner is whenever you want.
Open birthday cards together and procede to pass them round in a circle so everyone can read them.
I rarely give cards anymore. My family really doesn't think much of them.
Load More Replies...My family also does this one. It lets everyone read the card and helps the younger kids with reading at the same time!
I grew up on cream cheese and jelly sandwiches. I've never met anyone else who ever ate them or even considered it as a sandwich.
I thought those were something weird only my grandmother made! Philly Cream Cheese and Welch's Grape Jelly on lightly toasted Pepperidge Farm sandwich bread. SO good!
My mother was the type of religious person that found random things to be satanic. I thought that deviled eggs were called angel eggs until I was 15 whenever I said angel eggs at a family gathering. Most of my family looked at me like I was crazy and my mom kinda laughed at it like it was funny.
We had a exchange student from Indonesia ask why so many things in America were named after the devil (deviled eggs, dirt devil and the like) I had never thought about it before.
Apparently peanut butter and syrup on my pancakes. Everyone looks at me like I'm a freak
PB on pancakes is awesome!!! I do honey instead of syrup. It's a bit healthier
I love pancakes covered in rompope and syrup, or cajeta or lechera... so... I will never judge what people put on their pancakes
This is the only way I will eat pancakes. They're far too sweet otherwise.
Using "ancient medicine" (drugs) I always knew it was odd that my 50+ yo aunts like getting high so much
Everyone in my family always has baby words. When I was in 1st, I got in trouble for saying “can I go potty” instead of “can I go to the bathroom” since my mom always says potty, and I don’t know what else to call boo boos. I don’t say it to seem cute. I just don’t know what else to say.
My friend still says it, but she is a kindergarten teacher.
Load More Replies...Well, you could investigate other word options and, you know, expand your damn horizons. If you are going to be stuck ONLY doing things your Mom taught you then your life is gonna be hellaciously limited.
My family does this sometimes too! Is this not normal? I thought it was. :)
You could call it a cut, a scratch, an injury, a wound if you want to sound fancy, a bruise, all sorts of things.
Corn on the cob. We would take them and roll them on a full stick of butter. First time I did that at a dinner party at a friend's house it was quite embarrassing.
Use a butter knife (there's a reason it's called a butter knife) to cut off a slice or two of butter and use to spread the melting butter over the corn... like civilized people.
Load More Replies...That is how you butter a full ear of hot corn. We had two butter dishes, one for [in the summer] an ear of corn and the other for "just" butter.
Heck yeah, I do that!!! Our family used to hold an annual "corn roast" as a reunion, and that is exactly how everyone buttered their corn on the cob.
Didn't know this was weird until college, but my family would often drink milk with dinner. Like we'd go through about 3-4 gallons of milk a week. I thought that was normal (what else do you do with milk) and apparently everyone thought that was too much milk.
I go through almost 2 gallons a week by myself. Have milk with almost every meal I eat at home. Milk is great. Food is too spicy? Milk cuts through that. Too salty? Milk cuts through that. Too sweet? Milk cuts through that.
I drink whole milk, and have it at every meal still. I love it.
Load More Replies...We easily did that. We drank milk, water or occasionally kool-aid.
Load More Replies...We used to get 8 pints a day (family of 5) - of which I’d drink at least 4 myself.
We open our presents on Christmas Eve never on Christmas Morning.
That's what we do in Norway, but then again, we celebrate Christmas Eve, not Christmas Day.
We did this because anticipating us kids opening presents in the morning would keep my dad from sleeping. He got a lot of joy out of watching us squeal and shout and couldn't stand to wait.
Not unusual. My dad was a doctor so he and his office partner would switch off. One year dad would be on call on Christmas Eve and off call for the morning. His partner just the opposite. Gave them each time to spend with the family and not have to go out on emergency calls.
Rice with lasagna. In catering class I mentioned about it being a good side with lasagna (which it still is to this day) and everyone including the teacher was like ‘this guy is insane’.
Garlic bread and veg, goes great with fresh made lasagne!
Load More Replies...I don't see the flaw... except that if the rice is red I need a banana on the side
When my sisters and I were little rice, butter and sugar mixed together was a meal at my grandmother's. She never fed us well.
Grew up with this at my grans house too P.S. She's never drank alcohol!
Load More Replies...And cinnamon! This was breakfast at least once a week in our house. Rotated with oatmeal, biscuits, occasionally French toast on weekends, and the ubiquitous cold cereal.
My grandma used to babysit my brother and me and she would also feed us rice with sugar on it. My dad said he ate that all the time as a kid and never thought it was weird.
Rice with evaporated milk and sugar was common at my house. Cheap and not too unhealthy.
People where I lived in North Carolina (around Spring Creek/Asheville area) ate sugar on rice, they gave out sugar packets with lunch when rice was served. I thought it was a weird combo….now rice with just salt, pepper, and butter, that was good
that's pretty close to arroz con leche... a super common dessert in Mexico...
"Your older siblings didn't go there so why should you?" Im not sure whether this will fit into your category of weird thing but this was our family thing. If my older siblings didn't wear a certain thing or didn't buy or basically didn't do a certain thing, it was out of the question for the younger one to even think about doing it.
My mother could be like this. Not totally out of the question, but she couldn't understand why I would want to do something my older sisters didn't do. And she had a rule that we couldn't date until we were 16. But as the younger of my two sisters had not had a date as yet, when I turned 16, I couldn't date until she finally got a date. And that was tough, cause she was a bit of a bitch.
But what about changes in culture and technology, things that weren't available to the older siblings?
That's weird, cuz we would absolutely NEVER do anything that another sibling did. I liked music, but when my brother got into band, I stopped listening to it altogether. Not out of spite or anything. It was just his thing now. Okay, now that I type it out loud it sounds equally as weird.
On the contrary, my sister does pretty much everything I do
I wonder what excuse the parents used with the older siblings... particularly the eldest.
Putting ice in milk. It's not weird you should all try it
Makes it frosty cold and keeps cereal from getting soggy before you can eat it all.
When it's in a White Russian cocktail, definitely! (vodka, kahlua, milk and ice) Yum!
i went so far as to freeze milk popsicles to put in my milk. then mother showed me how to pulse everything in a blender, add some syrup and make a nice and quick milkshake!
Agree it waters it down too much ugh watery milk.
Load More Replies...I only drink chocolate milk and I put Ice in it. If milk is anything less than ice cold it is gross to me and I can't drink it.
I don't put ice in my milk, but I like it very cold. Same thing I guess.
I don't understand the whole cold milk tbh, my family always had it hot... with coffee or chocolate
My family including extended because I vividly remember my great grandmother did it the most; fed me coffee as a baby (2 years old minimum), I just thought everyone drank coffee as a baby. Then I moved to the states and saw kids drink a coke and go berserk. I never understood what “caffeine” did to kids since I already had a good tolerance to say the least.
When i was a shooooorrrrty I used to ask for "chocolate milk, milk and coffee" My Papa didn't know that my parents never gave me actual coffee or maybe like a few drops. When my parents found out, they had to come clean to me... but then just started letting me have coffee with them
The first time I went to dinner at a friends house, about 7 years old, the parents served all their kids a small glass of wine. They were from Italy and had only been in the US about 6 months. I thought that was just the coolest thing. 👍🏻
My old man used to mix cough mixture in with my milk to get me to sleep as a small child
i also drank coffee since childhood due to low blood pressure, so was pretty much used to it when everybody else was just starting at late teens
My weird thing is almost never being without socks on. Except when showering, my feet are always covered. On rare occasions I'll sleep without socks on but it's uncommon. I've always been this way, very averse to taking my socks off but never really sure why.
That's nothing, I know someone that wears shoes to bed. They aren't sneakers or slippers, they are more like soft soled ballet flats. The person doesn't like the feeling of the blankets rubbing her feet.
Perhaps they have some form of hypersensitivity?
Load More Replies...I'm the opposite, I often can't stand the feeling of socks on my feet and will avoid them if at all possible.
Load More Replies...I'm the opposite. I get really hot feet, and also don't like things on them if I don't have to. In winter I wear socks when my feet get cold, but complain that I have to. I go barefoot wherever possible, even while driving, though I know I'm not supposed to.
I would to learn more about this, to understand my kid. He does the same. Summer. 30°C (86-87°F) and he sleeps with socks on. 🤔
Why is even remotely considered weird? I don't understand the popularity sandals and flip-flops. And don't get me started on going barefoot. We live in AZ, and while SO and son do this in the house, they will wear sandals/flip-flops outside. Drives me crazy. Luckily no one has stepped on a scorpion, but it's only a matter of time. You live in AZ, you will get scorpions in your house eventually. About every time it crosses my mind that I haven't seen one in the house for a while, one will show up. Anyways I'm never barefoot except getting in/out of the shower (when I slip on/off a pair of slippers )and before getting dressed.
My dad puts ice cream in a cup and pours milk in it and eats it like that. Most people eat it out of a bowl but that seems so weird to me. I can’t eat ice cream without any milk in it
I do this in cups to make homemade milkshakes without having to use the blender. Just mush up that ice cream and you're set.
My sister's ex-husband would only eat chocolate cake & the cake had to have white frosting & in a bowl of milk. He liked to eat it mushy. Blech!
Add Rootbeer or Coca Cola to Vanilla ice cream in a cup. Floats we call them....yummy
No different then having a milk shake. Try sprinkling a small spoon of powdered malt in it. Super good.
I do this too, but I freeze the ice cream in the coffee mug. Then, when it's time to eat it, I pour milk over it! It's wonderful!! Sometimes white milk, sometimes chocolate!!
A friend of mine's family eats corn on the cob for dessert.
Sure, in some parts of the world, corn on the cobb is not consumed as a part of the meal and I always eat it as a snack or after lunch.
Russians sell it as a street food snack in the summer
Load More Replies...Who made the rule about what should be a main meal and what should be dessert. I say, eat what you want, when you want. Life is too short.
If there was left over corn from dinner the night before I would grab an ear out of the frig for a snack after school. Yum
corn on the cob is street food here... with mayo, cheese and chilly
Until my junior year of high school, I wasn't allowed to use YouTube. My mom thought it was a porn site. That changed after I started getting homework that involved YouTube. I was never allowed to have a GTA game growing up, but Mortal Kombat and Saint's Row franchises were fine. I did however lose all my games once for shooting a chicken in RE4....
I love Saint's Row but it is definitely more out of control than GTA. I mean you can beat people to death with a long dildo...its kind of awesome.
When I was a kid, my parents made me walk a mile or two or do yard work for punishment. Whenever I tell my friends, they are all baffled.
My parents had us write ‘essays’. For example, 150 words on why I should not hit my brother. They were hilarious to read years later. Sometimes the word count was just too high to deal with beyond ‘because violence is bad’ and there would be rambling side stories.
Working in the garden or walkies are not punishment! They are healthy things to do. I wonder how you’ll develop a good relationship to household work and outside activities such as walking when your parents used to punish you like that.
Dunking folded slices toast in a hot mug of tea instead of the more traditional biscuits.
My dads side of the family would fill a glass of milk with bread and eat it with a spoon.
My dad's meat loaf recipe. He had a plastic bundt cake pan. He would mix mix the meat, bread crumbs, seasonings and such in it, and top it with some spaghetti sauce and shredded mozzarella cheese. Once everything was mixed and topped, he would microwave it for 25 minutes and dinner was served.
This is how my mum made meatloaf, and now I do too. It is so much quicker to use the microwafe and it doesn't effect the taste. I would microwave everything if I could!
we call parmasian cheese (like, that goes on pizza?) “stinky cheese.” i literally called my dad at 2am during my first week living on my own, because i needed stinky cheese for my pizza but my fiancé had no clue what i was talking about.
Parmesan cheese does not go onto Pizza. And mozzarella doesn't particularly smell. So what is he talking about?
Parmesan is a normal thing here to sprinkle on pizza after it's cooked. It doesn't melt well, so doesn't go on before going in the oven. It's tasty.
Load More Replies...When I was in Vietnam, we stopped at a restaurant that had spaghetti and meatballs on the menu. We hadn't had that in a long time so we ordered it, just to see. It was pretty good and when it was served, the watress put a big shaker of Kraft parmesan cheese on the table. "Try this," she said. "It smells lik s**t but it tastes good." We thought this was pretty funny in a country where almost everyone uses a sauce made from fermented fish (nuoc mam) on everything.
I've read Asian people don't love the smell of milk and cheese in general...
Load More Replies...i live in italy and we have a cheese called "puzzone di moena", which means stinky cheese from moena. it's made in north-eastern italy. look it up: https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puzzone_di_Moena
That’s so funny. When my siblings and I would get up on Saturday morning we could always tell when mom and dad had pizza the night before. The den smelled like throw up 🤢
Load More Replies...You're wife is spot on. Butyric acid is a chemical that contributes to the smell of both Parmesan cheese and vomit, so it may smell repulsive or appetising, depending on the situation. It's also a staple of Hersheys chocolate bars, which is why they are not that popular outside of the US.
Load More Replies...I call parmesan the same thing and also blue vein cheese.
I feel like sticking hamburger buns in the freezer and just bread in general is something only my family does.
I do this...it keeps the bread longer and also tastes better (to me) if you toast it after it's been frozen! (Also, I hope this doesn’t come off as weird, but I always enjoy seeing your posts Foxxy! :D )
Load More Replies...When there's only two of you, a packet of bread will go off before you can eat it
I do this until I’m ready to use them and then pull them out the morning of the day I want them. We also keep extra loaves of bread in the freezer so they don’t go bad before being used.
Every year since my daughter was born her and I get up early and we have a birthday princess tea party for her bday. We use her first tea set and I bake a mini cake that looks like a Barbie dress that I stick a small Barbie in. We drink hot chocolate out of the little cups and she opens her presents. I decorate the dining room table the chairs and the wall behind it too. She just turned 19 and it's still something she loves. It's a mini surprise party. When she was little she thought all moms did this.
I wouldn't even know where to begin with my family weirdness. But it takes all kinds to make the world go round. I grew up happy and healthy and that's all that matter.
We would eat an entire baguette while we shopped. Always paid for it of course but always bought two one for home one for store. I remember I watched family feud as an adult and question was top 5 foods you eat while grocery shopping. I kept yelling bread at the screen. It did not make the top 5. Only then it dawned on me maybe people don’t do that
OMG, I thought my family was the only family that did this! How could anyone resist a fresh baguette still warm from the oven?!
Load More Replies...It wasn't until I was older that I realised that most kids had their first sleepover when they were like in their tweens or teens. We had friends that I'd known since I was really young, and everyone in our family was really close with everyone in their family. As a result of this, I had sleepovers from the age of 4 or 5. I was shocked when one of my friends said they had never slept over at someone's house until 14yo, because I assumed everyone was like me.
My husband’s family has a thing where you cannot do laundry between Christmas and New Years. It’s considered bad luck. They are very strict about it. The mere suggestion of washing anything during that time sends my hubs into a panic.
My family celebrates "1/2 birthdays". Halfway through the year from a person's REAL birthday, we speak, call or text a "happy 1/2 birthday".
I lived with my grandmother and 1/2 a grandfather ( lost his lower half in accident) across the yard from my mom, brother and gay gypsy uncle. The only weird thing we did was never putting our hats on the bed. The law would cone after you if you did. I believed that for years.
We celebrated thanks-Mortens-giving (a combination of thanks giving and Mortens aften). We had duck instead of turkey and always right between the holidays. So we both celebrated something American (father American) and something danish (mother danish).
Every year since my daughter was born her and I get up early and we have a birthday princess tea party for her bday. We use her first tea set and I bake a mini cake that looks like a Barbie dress that I stick a small Barbie in. We drink hot chocolate out of the little cups and she opens her presents. I decorate the dining room table the chairs and the wall behind it too. She just turned 19 and it's still something she loves. It's a mini surprise party. When she was little she thought all moms did this.
I wouldn't even know where to begin with my family weirdness. But it takes all kinds to make the world go round. I grew up happy and healthy and that's all that matter.
We would eat an entire baguette while we shopped. Always paid for it of course but always bought two one for home one for store. I remember I watched family feud as an adult and question was top 5 foods you eat while grocery shopping. I kept yelling bread at the screen. It did not make the top 5. Only then it dawned on me maybe people don’t do that
OMG, I thought my family was the only family that did this! How could anyone resist a fresh baguette still warm from the oven?!
Load More Replies...It wasn't until I was older that I realised that most kids had their first sleepover when they were like in their tweens or teens. We had friends that I'd known since I was really young, and everyone in our family was really close with everyone in their family. As a result of this, I had sleepovers from the age of 4 or 5. I was shocked when one of my friends said they had never slept over at someone's house until 14yo, because I assumed everyone was like me.
My husband’s family has a thing where you cannot do laundry between Christmas and New Years. It’s considered bad luck. They are very strict about it. The mere suggestion of washing anything during that time sends my hubs into a panic.
My family celebrates "1/2 birthdays". Halfway through the year from a person's REAL birthday, we speak, call or text a "happy 1/2 birthday".
I lived with my grandmother and 1/2 a grandfather ( lost his lower half in accident) across the yard from my mom, brother and gay gypsy uncle. The only weird thing we did was never putting our hats on the bed. The law would cone after you if you did. I believed that for years.
We celebrated thanks-Mortens-giving (a combination of thanks giving and Mortens aften). We had duck instead of turkey and always right between the holidays. So we both celebrated something American (father American) and something danish (mother danish).

