“She Thought Our Home Life Was Insane”: 30 People Share Their Weirdest Childhood Home Rules
InterviewAll families have their own habits and quirks that can seem strange to outsiders. But after reading this Reddit thread, you might find yours are actually pretty tame.
User poothhippers asked people to share the weirdest house rules they had to follow growing up, and the responses did not disappoint.
From outlawing naps to banning mice-themed movies (yes, seriously), here are some of the best ones!
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When I was about 14, I asked my mother (who I was made to live with when I was around 11) to put on a shirt and stop walking around without clothes. My punishment was to immediately remove my shirt and bra when I got home from school and walk around topless. If I covered myself, another week was added. It was her husband's idea, but she totally...didn't give a f**k and made me comply.
Not so much "weird" as it is full on SA. Sorry to ruin the vibe.
Not allowed in the house after school. Change clothes, do your homework on the backporch, then do your chores. After that you could do anything you wanted but couldn't go in the house until mom called us for supper. After everyone had eaten everything mom had put on our plate, dad would go set and watch TV. He picked the show and no one could speak. We were sent to bed at random times.
We were afraid of dad, his punishment was illegal to say the least. We were never touched for a hug or bedtime thing.
I wasn't allowed to put sugar in my tea because my mum told me that when you go to prison they don't let you have sugar, so it will makes prison that much harder.
1) Thanks for having so much faith in me mum.
2) I'm pretty sure you are allowed sugar for your tea in prison.
Some of the rules shared were downright disturbing, others simply bizarre, and a few just plain funny. But as we at Bored Panda scrolled through the responses, we couldn’t help but wonder how these habits found their way into Redditors’ households. So, we reached out to one of the users, u/Inevitable_Spell5775, who had one of the more memorable stories in the thread. He shared that his family wasn’t allowed to use the front door.
“My mother was petrified about people breaking in, even though we lived in a good neighborhood,” he explained. “As soon as anyone would leave through the front door, it would be instantly locked behind us. The key would always stay in the lock, so we couldn’t get back in that way even if we tried.”
I wasn’t allowed to watch mice-centric movies (The Rescuers, American Tail) because my mom said 'our cat finds them offensive.'
Not allowed to walk around in socks with no shoes. I got my revenge when I moved into my first when I moved into my first nice apartment alone. They came to visit and I made them take their shoes off at the door.
Don’t bring snakes inside.
To be fair, it was a reactionary rule.
I had the doors open this summer for the cross breeze, and a hummingbird flew in. He couldn't find his way out, and I finally trapped him in a mixing bowl covered in a baking sheet and got him out!
Load More Replies...Two neighbor boys (ages 9 & 11) knocked on my door at 7:30 am, wanting me to keep a dead snake they found. With great indignation they explained the school bus driver wouldn't let them take it on the bus, and they were afraid someone would steal it.
I know, it's way excessive. My mom was always like, "Wolves and bears are outside pets." and I'm like "Common! They're my friends."
Umm.. Somehow I can understand this one. 🤣 Please kids don't bring snakes into the house. Thank you 😂
There was once a snake in my grandad's house (though it wasn't invited in) which the rest of the family found out when his mum stood up from the kitchen table and stabbed the wall (not sure if it was plasterboard or what) with the carving knife!
*deep inhale* with all due respect (none), screw you. Snakes contribute more to society than you ever could. Remember how when people killed cats because of “witchcraft” and then the black plague happened because the rat population got out of control? imagine that, but worse. Almost like Covid all over again. Also, it may be hard to believe, but many snakes are actually beautiful, or dare I say cute. I love snakes, and hope that you will either change your mind or learn that just because you’re scared of something you don’t understand doesn’t give you a right to want to kill something that does more good than harm. PS, my completely harmless python says screw you as well.
Load More Replies...It turns out, though, his dad also had some unusual expectations for the family. “Our father always made us—my siblings and I—clean the car every time we went on vacation,” he said. “I have no idea why we had to do this, because the car would always get dirty again pretty much straight away. We hated doing it... But in his defense, it was probably us making all the mess in the first place.”
We weren't allowed to say "that's not fair" because "life isn't fair."
To this day I am preoccupied with fairness, equality, justice - to an almost obsessive extent.
Sounds like the beginning of a superhero movie but it's just crippling f*****g anxiety.
No naps
Not in the car, the house, if you were sick, ect
My dad couldn't nap (terrible sleeper) so we couldn't either
12 hour road trip? No sleeping in the car, and no whining either
Flu? Doesn't matter
I think the only exception was when one of my migraine medications I was trying made me vomit for hours before I'd fall asleep with my head pressed onto the edge of the bathtub and he'd leave me alone
Basically, if he was awake- you had to be awake
F****n love naps as an adult.
Hyper-Christian parents were very worried about Satanism in the 90s and early 2000s, so no Pokémon, or anything with magic (all my friends played Runescape D&D). Also, no Halloween or anything with monsters.
As a parent now Pokémon is my favorite show to watch with my kid and Halloween is probably my favorite holiday.
Somehow, I haven't tried to summon the Devil or performed any Satanic rituals.
Interestingly, u/Inevitable_Spell5775 doesn’t really follow any weird rules or superstitions of his own, but he admits he can’t resist messing with other people’s. “I’m not a very superstitious person,” he told us. “I think that sort of thing is a bit crazy and like to rebel against it... But sometimes that ends up creating its own kind of ritual, so it sort of backfires.”
“Some people like to have all the pens facing the same direction in a pack—I’ll flip one backwards. My ex insisted on having all the pictures level, so I’d move one slightly off every time I passed it,” he shared. “I was walking with someone, and they were trying not to step on the cracks on the pavement, so I started trying to only step on the cracks. I can’t win!”
We really enjoyed these glimpses into u/Inevitable_Spell5775’s life. And if you have any curious rules from your childhood, pandas, we’d love to hear them in the comments!
When my brother and I had a fight, we would be locked in a dog cage in the backyard. If we fought in the car, we would get "bagged" and were forced to wear pillowcases on our heads until we reached our destination. It could be 45 minutes up to 4 hours. We laughed about it telling friends and it only dawned on us how f****d up it was when we realized our friends were not laughing.
Still have to follow this now because I still live at home, even though I’m 21 (rent is insane!!)
I can’t lock my bedroom door or any bathroom doors during the day when I’m in my room or on the toilet. My dad will get pissed off and try to knock the doors down.
It’s flat up abusive imo.
Not allowed to take naps when I was a teenager because "I'm too young to be tired" even after I got a job and had to be up at 5am...
I wasn't allowed to say no. I wasn't allowed to smile either.
My dad had severe OCD. He converted our garage to a studio apartment that we were never allowed to enter. He had his own dishes and if we were ever caught using them they became family dishes. Even washing them wasn't enough they were ruined. He boiled it hell out of everything he put on the BBQ. Chicken, ribs, hamburgers, etc. All boiled first. Lots of cleaning quirks, but I'll leave it there for now. I could go on for days. I thought alot of these things were just normal stuff until I stayed the night at my first friend house. He went to the cupboard to get me a cup for a drink. I was like "you can just use any cup you want" his mom asked me why I asked. So I told her what my house was like. I remember the look she gave me and from then on she always invited me over for sleepovers. We weren't abused at all, but she thought our home life was insane.
No laughing in the house, if you want to laugh go outside.
Wtf?! What kind of parent doesn't want to hear their child's laughter?!
If the fridge door was open. With or without a child kneeling behind it. My dad would body slam it close.
We got a lot of concussions (probably mum didn't believe in hospital visits until pain was present for 3 days and head injuries were "easy to fake" according to her).
When I was young my mom made us go to bed at 6pm. I remember the sun being out and hearing kids outside playing. She got married soon after and the guy had a daughter so that rule went away but I really think she just didn’t want to deal with us. We spent all day outside playing when we weren’t at school and wasn’t allowed to come in until she called us in for dinner and then it was baths and bed. I can’t imagine just napping, never checking on my kids and having your young kids roaming the neighborhood all day. I had a friend who lived down the street. Her mom was like my second mom. I remember rollerskating and falling on my knee and scraping it pretty bad and her cleaning and bandaging it because I knew I wasn’t allowed to go home. And on school days we were in after school child care until they closed so then home, dinner, bed.
Going to the toilet.
First I had to ask permission then I had to wait until the toilet door was unlocked. My mother would then stand by the open toilet door until I sat down I would then hand her the toilet paper mother would tear off three squares and hand them to me. That's all I was allowed if I needed more my parents took it as a sign that I was eating and drinking too much.
Unless it was for school or I was with one of my parents, my sister and I were never allowed to leave the apartment. We couldn't have friends over and we couldn't go to friends' houses..probably why I'm such a homebody now with anxiety issues around people.
Was actually a friend not me. Basically at his house, him and his brother were allowed in only 3 rooms. Their bedrooms and the bathroom. The kitchen, living room and conservatory were completely off limits.
If they wanted water they had to ask and a parent would bring a glass from the kitchen. The conservatory was used for family meals but apparently a lot of the time they just gave the kids food on plates to eat in their room.
It really weirded me out as a kid when I went round. I would be greeted by the parents, they would escort me to my mates bedroom, then close the door behind me. When it was time to leave my mate had to call for his parents to then escort me out.
No idea why they had this rule. The mum didn't work and literally sat at home all day every day just chain smoking in the living room.
She was just lazy and didn't bother with niceties like socialisation for the children.
No chores.
I’m dead serious.
My mom was so overprotective she wouldn’t let me do any kind of chores. She never let me near appliances or showed me how to do the most basic of housework.
The only thing she told me to do was clean my room, but never showed me how to clean it. So my room was always messy.
Now I’m 25 and had to beg my dad to show me how to use the dishwasher, clothes washer/dryer and oven. I can wash things and make frozen things in the oven. That’s all I can do.
I’m still scared of the stove.
And now I can’t get my mom to show me anything because she’s been dead for 11 years.
I can understand this one. I never learned how to do laundry until I was living on my own in my twenties either. My mom didn't want us to ruin her machine or do the laundry wrong and possibly damage the clothes, so we weren't taught how to do it. Which of course, doesn't set you up well when you have your own machine and your own laundry to do but you know what, that's what Google is for. I know someone who when she moved out of her parents house in her mid twenties, had no idea where to buy milk. She had to ask her mom where do you get milk? Like for your cereal? She had no idea that you went to the grocery store. I mean, that's really something isn't it? And this was around the year 2010 in america, not like 70 years ago in an extremely rural area ..
We weren’t allowed to talk during meals. My parents said it was to teach us discipline, but it just made dinners really awkward.
I wasn't allowed to do anything near windows. My mom was convinced that our neighbors were always watching us so I had to crouch down whenever I went by a window.
We weren’t allowed outside if an adult wasn’t home. Even into high school.
Got off the bus with a group of kids and stood outside chatting with them for a few minutes before going home. Neighbor tattled on me. Grounded for 2 weeks.
Decided okay - if I can’t stay outside for a few minutes, I’ll invite them into the house (since no one said I couldn’t)… yep. Grounded for a month.
No wonder I have problems making friends mom 😑🤦♀️.
What kind of collaborative abusive neighbour would find *anything* to tattle about on a group of children chatting?
There were false accusations that I was taking too many of the good pieces of food shared with my sibling. For example, the buttery popcorn pieces, the nacho with the most toppings, the chunkiest puppy chow pieces, etc. So I wasn't allowed to look at the food while we ate it. I had to look straight ahead at the TV and eat without looking.
Yeah I had to look this one up too. Cuz I'm thinking "puppy chow?" That's the name of Purina brand dog food made for young canines. Don't tell me that's what the kids were being fed? No, it's an American homemade snack treat also called "muddy buddies"... It's cereal chocolate peanut butter and powdered sugar, mixed together which (I guess) ends up resembling dog food nuggets...
My parents were hoarders. We were not allowed to “mess with their stuff” (ie clean) in any capacity. It was a nightmare to live in. My dad died when I was younger but after my mom died, we had the house and it’s contents condemmed, razed, and sold the land. To this day, mess makes me anxious.
We weren't allow to whistle, because my grandma and mom believe it would conjure snakes, because they saw it in a movie from their home country when they were young. Also no shadow puppets either because they would come alive, once again because of a movie they saw.
I wasn't allowed to whistle because it was uncouth, unbecoming of a lady and the domain of men. Id get full blown punched in the mouth..Meanwhile, she's whistling up a storm cause shes a sheep header.
My mother was in a constant war with the deer that constantly ate her garden and was willing to try every trick she could find to keep them away from her beloved plants. One article she read was that the smell of human urine deters deer. So, for about 6 months, the 3 boys/men in the house were not allowed to pee in the toilet. We had to go outside and pee somewhere around the perimeter of her garden. At night, we had to pee in jugs next to the toilet so she could sprinkle it around her garden the next day.
It wasn't as successful as she hoped. The final solution was an 8 ft tall fence around the entire garden a few years later.
I'm shocked!!! Amazing that a 6ft fence worked better than a sprinkling of p**s(!)
During the summers when my brother and I were home alone we were only allowed to watch Andy Griffith, Leave it to Beaver, or Barney. We had to write essays everyday detailing what happened in the episodes to prove we watched it. This continued until I was SIXTEEN.
We only had 5 tv channels growing up so we had to watch stuff on DVD's most of the time. We would watch The Andy Griffith Show and other old sitcoms and I thought that they were great. I can recite nearly every line from any episode of the Andy Griffith Show.
We weren't allowed to chew gum after 4:30 because we wouldn't be "getting enough use out of it" before we had dinner at 6:00.
We were not allowed to cut through the flowerbed out front to get to the sidewalk.
The rule is perfectly fine, it was just that my mom convinced her young children that a family of dead people would grab your ankles and pull you into the ground for eternity if you set foot in the garden.
It absolutely terrified me until I was old enough to know better.
Not allowed to do homework on the weekends. Was forced to have family tv time instead where we watched days of our lives, of all things. I would secretly do it after everyone went to bed.
Guests weren't allowed to use the upstairs washroom (and by guests I mean specifically if me or my siblings had friends over). We weren't allowed to offer them any food or drinks except water. I'm pretty sure my mom just wanted to make my house as inhospitable as possible so that she could destroy those friendships. She thought that friends were a distraction and that studying was all that mattered.
My parents never let me look at people kissing on tv when i was a kid. Not sure what they were trying to teach me but I guess I should thank them for my adult awkwardness in PDA situations.
My old English teacher would shriek, groan and skip videos when they had any kind of physical affection, but she made us sit and watch a GRAPHIC suicide scene in a play we studied without even blinking twice. I genuinely felt awful seeing it and had to look away. Priorities.
When hanging clothes on the line, the pegs needed to be colour coordinated with the clothes.
I'm so old there was only wooden clothespegs! No colour coordination at all!
When my wife ( then girlfriend) and I moved in together she lit a candle that was on our coffee table
I was like “what the heck are you doing?!”
At that moment it dawned on me that some people actually burn candles…. As opposed the having them just for decoration……like my mom.
No shoes were allowed on a table...ever.
If you bought new shoes, in a box, in a bag..and you put them on a table...my mom would lose her s**t. She claimed that it was bad luck and that someone you knew or loved would die as a result.
My grandma believed it too! She was born in 1916 in Eastern Europe and she said the only acceptable situation with shoes on a table is when you get a deceased person dressed for funeral.
My father refused to buy a weed eater or an edger. He made me edge the yard with Barber scissors. This wasn't a punishment. It was just Saturdays.
We used to have a neighbor, about 80, who would trim the grass at the edges of his sidewalk with scissors. I can understand people wanting those edges to be neat, but that's probably listed in some manual of psychiatric disorders.
Couldn't walk in the living room. It was vacuumed in stripe patterns so they would know if there were footprints. When I had to vacuum it, I wouldn't turn it on, just push it to draw the stripes.
Not me, but my dad who grew up on a farm in Kansas, with his six other siblings. His grandmother believed in the idea of children should be seen and not heard. If Dad and his siblings were in the house while she was there, they had to quietly sit on the couch in the living room, so they usually would find a field or something and peace out to play out there.
No summoning paranormal entities.
Like actually, this had to be said to my siblings and I.
Based on some of these entries, this could be as small an act as "vacuuming after dark"
Shut up, fart and hate were bad words.
Have a hot shower if you get sunburnt, to take the sting off it.
Didn't realise how horrible that advice was till I told my wife in my late twenties.
No footsteps sounds (no slipper sounds, no stepping on creaky floors, and so on), I am almost 40 and people still ask me why I walk so quietly and freak them out.
I too walk very quietly.. but not out of this necessity. My father worked shift work. So sometimes slept during day, or we as children had to wake up early for school someday.. so just trained myself to be quiet.
My mom always cooked at home. There were 7 of us and eating out was always too expensive. If we said we didn’t like something without trying it first, my mom would make us eat two helpings of it.
It was ok to say you didn’t like something after you tried it, and she wouldn’t make you eat it. Only if you hadn’t tried it. I thought it was a fair rule.
It sucked, but it made our tastebuds more adventurous.
My mom always gave us 3 spoonfuls of any food to try. We were allowed 2 foods we never had to eat (liver & onions and sweet potatoes were mine.) Still hate liver and onions (cooked, like them raw).
My mom would make me pee in a cup for her every so often so she could pass a d**g test.
Wasn't allowed to say "I don't know."
But I wasn't allowed to lie either.
But I also wasn't allowed to say I'd find the answer.
So. Yeah.
“I am not currently in possession of the knowledge that I would require to provide an accurate answer to your question”
Me and siblings and cousins were slapped (by parents) if we answered our grandparents back in their native language, which we understood but was the only one they spoke. We had to only use English for speaking.
What language was that. Sound like some sort of consequence of indigenous language supression
My parents assumed eating food unseasoned was healthier for you, so we were forbidden to use salt, pepper and condiments in our meals for almost a decade.
The most bizarre house rule that I’ve encountered was at my friend's place, where they had a strict policy of 'no talking' during dinner, not because of any traditional reason, but because their elderly grandmother believed that a mischievous spirit living in the dining room would learn secrets and cause chaos.
My dad just gets pissed because he misses what’s happening on tv. Works out fine when we watch live tv though cause we just talk in the ad breaks
My dad built our home with his bare hands. We grew up kinda "house poor" based on how much my parents sacrificed to get 5 beautiful acres and build a home. So... my dad demanded we make things last, which included...
Walking or rather, waddling...down the carpeted hallway edges instead of the middle, like a normal person.
Because if we walked normally, the carpet nap in the middle would get worn out and look like "white trash."
No boys allowed to stay overnight. Worked out well until my parents discovered I am gay when my mom walked in on me with one of my girlfriends.
Makes sense. If I had a girlfriend I wouldn’t expect my perants to allow her over unless it’s during the day and at least one of them are home
We weren't allowed to look directly at the microwave when it was running.
That I remember. When microwave ovens were new there was quite a bit of anxiety about radiation, so we were kept away in the beginning too.
I wasn’t allowed to give out my phone number or tell other kids where I lived, and I wasn’t allowed to have friends from school over. I was only allowed to hang out with the kids in my neighborhood.
My parents divorced when I was a toddler, my father initiated the divorce and my mother missed the custody hearing because she was out of the country visiting family with me and my little brother. She was supposed to hand us over when she got off the plane home. She instead took another flight to a different state and essentially kidnapped us.
If I stepped outside in my socks, even right outside the door for two seconds, the socks were considered dirty and I wasn't allowed back inside unless I was barefoot. Meanwhile, shoes could be worn in the house no problem.
We had a whole room, living room, that we couldn't enter unless we had company.
It used to be customary many-many decades ago. The family had a "clean room" that they didn't use.
Every weekend I had to mow and edge the front and backyard regardless of if the grass was alive or not. we lived in socal and in summer the lawn would just die for like six months of the year.
Still had to mow it. every Saturday. by September it was basically just dragging a mower over bare dirt.
I could dye my hair any color, cut it however I wanted, but I wasn’t allowed to use hairspray because my dad didn’t like how it felt on his girlfriend’s hair in high school.
😕.
So he doesn't want his daughter to wear hairspray in case boys at school don't like it? Well that's just creepy
Us kids were not allowed to eat at the table. We had a different table to eat at.
Once we went outside, we were not allowed back in until dark thirty. We had a roll of tp that was kept in a coffee can. We took the tp with us out in the woods to do our business.
A few bologna sandwiches were handed out the door and 1 plastic cup to share.
Reading this, I wouldn't be surprised if the sandwiches were thrown from the door
We never went out through the front door. Like, ever.
No making funny faces because your face will get stuck like that.
No cutting hair at night because the witches will steal it.
No drinking coffee because it will stunt your growth.
No vacuuming at night because it will suck up the spirits.
Oh where do I even begin.
1. No cuss words, not even the word “c**p”, had to be “crud”. Couldn’t say “bs” (the acronym not the actual word b******t) had to say “I don’t think so”. Couldn’t even use it when playing the game BS
2. Girls didn’t fart, they fluffed. Couldn’t say farted.
3. Had to make our beds in the morning or we were grounded for the entire rest of the day.
4. Couldn’t have an “attitude” or grounded for weeks at a time.
5. The most strict etiquette when eating, could not enjoy a meal because you were being constantly criticized.
6. Could not make any messes or leave ANY personal belongings outside of your bedroom or else they would be thrown away without consult.
7. Had to shut lights off when leaving a room even if you were coming back into the room minutes later.
I was grounded a lot. My dad was military so very strict with just about everything, and any toe out of line got you grounded. Now that he’s older he admits he was too hard on me.
I once got grounded for saying PO'd, not pi$$Ed off, PO'd. I was 13-14. We weren't allowed to say shut up, hate, c**p
Don’t ask grandpa about his grandpa. After he passed we did ancestry and there is literally no record beyond my great grandfather. Like wtf happened? No one would ever talk about it.
No sitting on couches.
Only one cup of water per meal.
Only one fun activity per weekend, Sunday was family day.
No using the phone, "you can talk to your friends at school."
Couldn't say 'him' or 'she' when referring to mom or dad.
Way too many weird rules. And they all depended on Mom's moods.
Number 2 is to prevent weight loss from filling up on liquids instead of food. Number five is generally considered rude for some reason (there’s a saying that’s often quoted “she’s the cats mother”)
No morning showers allowed because apparently it cost more to shower in the morning compared to showering at night. As an adult with my own home and children, I could give less than a s**t when they bathe just as long as it happens lol. Also, there is almost zero difference in water usage between morning and night at my house 🤔.
It might be the heating costs, not the water itself. There are some schemes in the UK where people get discounted electricity if they use it 'off peak.'
Wife couldn't eat the frosting on cup cakes. They were forced to scrape them off.
At my grandmother's house you had to point the remote control *directly* at the television. If your aim was even slightly off she would squeal like a phaser beam was about to disintegrate a hole in her wall. She would freak out if you aimed it at your head. RADIATION. ☢️☢️☢️.
If we lied, we had to write out 50-100 times on paper, I will not lie.
The discipline was given at random.
So some of us had to do it more than others.
If we didn’t hang up the phone properly or left off the hook we were told the phone police would come arrest us…. We were checking for dial tones religiously to make sure we weren’t going to jail lmao.
Lived with my (near same age) nephew and his wife for a bit. We moved into this rental and the phone was still hooked up. Didn't use it for long distance calls or anything, but DID use it. One day Janet asked me "who's here?" me being a smart a^^ and remembering WKRP said "it's the phone cops"..She FREAKED! Hilarious.
My mom's boyfriend* from when I was about 5-12 wouldn't let us have breakfast after around 9-930am. Would have to wait till lunch if we were late. Us boys(3 of us plus every other year his son) were banished to the basement so he could mostly pretend we didn't exist and have my mom to himself. It was my mom's house.
*I called him dad as my biological father passed away when I was around 2-3. There was no good bye when my mom ended the relationship and he moved out. I was and am friends with his son and was around him after that on occasion. We never talked about it. He passed from covid a couple years ago.
To the best of my knowledge, this is still the rule there today.
It does not matter if its 90F, 100F, or even hotter - and extremely humid out. The moment the clock hits 4 or 5 pm during the hottest part of a summer day, the AC MUST BE TURNED OFF, all windows immediately OPENED, and it is time to cook dinner. Not any old dinner mind you, no, we have to add insult to injury. We will pick the hottest July day to make the kind of dinner that requires two HUGE pans of sizzling food that takes a long time to cook and two HUGE pots of boiling stew dumping heat and humidity into the house for at least an hour, usually much longer. The house will easily hit 95F.
The reason is heat-intensive dinners that take a long time to cook cannot be made during cooler months, at night, or while the AC is on because it will ruin the food.
At my babysitters house, we had to eat the meal standing in the kitchen. Then only after finishing the food, were we allowed to have a single Tupperware cup of watered down Koolaid (she used to make four pitchers out of a single packet) without sugar to wash it down. I choked down an especially dry stuffed pepper once and then threw it back up because it got stuck in my throat.
F**k you and your cheap a*s Koolaid Twila….
My dad kept the TV on during dinner, but I had to sit with my back to it and was yelled at for "rubbernecking" if I tried to look at it.
We weren't allowed to sing along with commercials because my mom said it proved we watched too much TV.
We would just lip sync when her back was turned (she wasn't mean, she def didn't bust us even though we were super obvious lol).
When my dad got home from work every day he'd go into his study with a whiskey and we weren't allowed to talk to him for one hour. I have to admit I kind of wish I had this rule myself but my kids wouldn't follow it in a million years! I feel like missing an extra hour of them every day would be doing myself the disservice.
During summers in Texas in the 80’s, on most days my brother and I were told to not be in the house from 9:00 AM until lunch, and immediately after lunch (usually 12:30) until dinner (usually 6:00).
If we were thirsty, we were told to drink from the garden hose.
If we wanted to roam around the very large neighborhood we could, but we were told which streets were in the boundaries (essentially the major roads that were the entrances to the neighborhood). If we wanted to go to a friend’s house in the neighborhood we had to call them if we were inside the friend’s house.
That lasted from the time I was 8 until the time I was 13. My brother and I were far enough apart in age that we didn’t really roam the neighborhood together. I am amazed I was never kidnapped.
Before we could play ping pong - which was in the detached garage - we had to clean any oil or grease spots on the floor with kerosene and a rag.
Also, and this continued into my middle 20s, we had a code for calling the landline because my stepfather refused to get caller ID way after the time it was included free on most phone services. Ring three times, and hang up. Ring twice, and hang up. Then our mom or stepdad would pick up third time we called.
Couldn't even say GOSH because it was too close to taking "the lord's name in vain".
We could only eat one piece of popcorn at a time. I guess they were worried about us choking.
Wasn’t allowed to walk on the carpet after it was vacuumed for at least 2 hours. Specifically in the living room.
My cousins family didn’t let us listen to the offspring song “beheaded” bc it’s about decapitating your parents. We were 8.
My friends family didn’t let anyone use the word “fart” in their house. It had to be “fluff”. No idea what that was about.
No food could be eaten on just a plate. The plate had to be on a tray (cause what if crumbs fall omg /s). Which seems so weird in a house that is way dirtier than mine is now.
Needless to say, i hate trays, don't own any, and never will. My stupid rule will be "no trays allowed". It is what it is.
In 20 years time, if civilization is still around, the equivalent of Bored Panda will lift content from the equivalent of Reddit on their equivalent of the Internet, and one of the posts will be an insane "no trays inside the house" rule that people will wonder where did it came from.
I had inconsistent rules about what I couldn’t watch on TV or how I could sit based on who was watching me. Dad’s grandparents, I couldn’t watch Rugrats and Hey-Arnold! Even though I watched it a home all the time. For way too long, they forced me to watch, good, albeit, little kid shows like Madeline and Bear in the Big blue house when I was 8 or 9. When I was truly little, I could make pillow forts with couch cushions at my other grandparents, but one related great aunt, I wasn’t allowed to make a fort. Other grandparents I couldn’t watch Pokémon because it was of the devil due to evolution, but I could watch All-That!
For you americans this might be odd - i had to eat 3 potatoa or similar for one piece of meat.
White bread was dessert at lunches.
We weren't allowed to bring candy into the house. One halloween my step dad lost his s**t over candy wrappers being left around so he made this rule. Halloween was never the same.
It was my dad's weird rule. We were not allowed to sit on any furniture in the house if we were wearing clothing that had been worn outside.
We had to come in and change clothes immediately.
No one was a germaphobe, he could never explain it but that was his thing. It finally stopped when I was about 12 I think.
The only food or drink allowed to leave the kitchen is water. This is still the rule in adulthood.
This is very likely spillage related and compared to most examples on this list actually somewhat reasonable and not outright abusive.
My mom made me wash my hair with shampoo every night, but I wasn’t allowed to use conditioner because the extra time in the shower would make the water bill too high. My hair was like straw and had split ends halfway up the strands before I moved out.
Saying the word gay was like saying a bad word. My dad is down low of course.
Never have him walk around a middle school. Both daughters classmates used that word as derogatory or wrong ie: "that's gay". Started work as a custodian in 2017, YUP! some things never change.
Squeeze the toothpaste tube from the bottom or suffer lunatic ravings from my dad. Of course now that I'm programmed that way, my husband squeezes from the middle and it drives me insane!
I guarantee all the parents in these stories voted for Trump yesterday. Apart from the dead ones.
Wasn't allowed to be off school sick or allowed to be at home in bed sick until I was literally, sick. Mum used to insist on me eating until I physically vomited as proof I was actually sick. Horrible to be pretty much forced fed when you were already sick or being taken out to dinner with a migraine until you threw up on yourself.
As someone who has had migraines with vomiting (many times) I'm so sorry for what you went through.
Load More Replies...I had a friend "D" growing up whose father was in the Navy. D had a younger brother, we'll call "A". The rule around the house was A got whatever he wanted, and D had to show respect to A at all times. D had to call his father sir and his mother ma'am. If he didn't, his dad would beat him unconscious. I really felt bad for D and didn't know how to help him, but eventually the dad got relocated to another city. It wasn't until years later that I realized that "D" was very obviously gay (back in the 80s it wasn't a thing we'd have thought about). But D's parents almost certainly knew. And from the way his father acted with his friends, and his own mannerisms, I would guess that he was also gay. I suspect that he was very much ashamed of who he was and took it out on D. I really hope he is okay.
I haven't gotten through the entire list of things, but I'm pretty sure this is about having at least one parent that has a significant mental illness.
Not always, and no way as a blanket excuse. Many of them may just have been horrible people, but without any clinically relevant defect. Those of these who never learned, never looked back, never regretted anything, hopefully, are in for a round of revenge when they are old, weak, leaky and sleepy. Like their kids were, just due to disintegration of their bodies, not unfinished development.
Load More Replies...I wasn't allowed to cut grass or even be in the yard when it was cut. I wasn't allowed to go to a new movie theatre because there was a local airport nearby and a plane might crash on the theatre. I couldn't check the mail because it was at the end of the driveway, of course, close to a "dangerous" road. I couldn't leave the dryer running when not home, even if only for a few minutes. I couldn't do so many things that are normal for children. As an adult, however, I value some of the things my strict father wouldn't let me do because I'm much more safety conscious than I likely would have been. Thanks, Dad! Too bad you didn't live longer to give me more odd "rules!"
Change the title on this one to: Home Rules Enacted by Abusive Parents
Remember that you are, one day, gonna be adult and they are gonna be old. The power imbalance shifts - people who horribly abused you for 20 years will expect effort, care, mercy and your savings. No. Oh, Mum, you're tired? I was never allowed to sleep before bedtime, remember? And those soap operas you like to watch? Only invites Satan into your dreams. Had to go to school in peestained pants for a little accident? Well, bladders aren't meant to seal tight past 100 years, are they? Remember, revenge is stupid, but people who only stopped being evil, cruel, unfair because they lost their means to force their ways on you, haven't learned when they had the chance. I'm ok with revenge for this. I think that a father who spanked you for any minor deviance can totally soak in his p**s for a week. Oh, Daddy, you're not feeling comfortable? That's unfair, eh? Too bad, the world isn't fair, and it's not about your pathetic äss! - not directed at my Dad...
Why would you want someone you felt that much hatred against in your life? You'd seriously let a pathetic geriatric ásshole wear a soiled diaper for a week instead of just, you know, just not taking their calls?
Load More Replies...the poll at the end assumes you are allowed to discuss or ignore rules, something difficult to do in abusive families. Sometimes the advice is to discuss it with outside authorities (the post where the dad gave concussion to the kids for exemple)
My Mom would record and edit the edited-for-tv movies. I was well into my 20s before I discovered Dirty Dancing had a plot...
My Dad sent me to "grab something" for him every time we got to the scene in Wrath of Khan where the crawlies are put in Chekov's ear. I was in my 20s before I saw it.
Load More Replies...Bored Panda, I'm rather concerned you think is is good to be making content where half of the stories are about child abuse. Please, rethink this approach to creating content.
I agree. Although some of these were kind of funny and a few of these a little on the fence in terms of quirkiness, most of them were just downright abusive. Abuse is not entertainment. It's eye opening, and sometimes we do need to be aware of what other people are going through, that's part of why I read the AITA posts even though I don't like them... To see what kind of abnormal relationship situations people find themselves in so that I can be more empathetic or observant to abuse (if you're lucky enough not to be abused you don't always see the warning signs) but seriously? Some of this is really dark stuff.
Load More Replies...Endless a*****e stories to tell. My sister was little in her highchair and she vomited because the food was awful. Our mother forced her to eat it again. Again she vomited. Again forced to eat it while gulp sobbing. Out mother said in a menacing voice that she was doing it just to annoy her. This happened more than once.
The poll at the end of this article is the only thing funny about the entire thing. So many stories of abuse, but the poll completely ignores that many of these kids had literally no choice but to obey, or risk being beaten to death. I was abused horribly by my father, so I know this all too well.
Again, BP, when you do this kind of c**p, I just switch to Reddit. You end up with less eyes on your site, not more. Who ever had this "idea" should be fired immediately. It's not helping you.
I guarantee all the parents in these stories voted for Trump yesterday. Apart from the dead ones.
Wasn't allowed to be off school sick or allowed to be at home in bed sick until I was literally, sick. Mum used to insist on me eating until I physically vomited as proof I was actually sick. Horrible to be pretty much forced fed when you were already sick or being taken out to dinner with a migraine until you threw up on yourself.
As someone who has had migraines with vomiting (many times) I'm so sorry for what you went through.
Load More Replies...I had a friend "D" growing up whose father was in the Navy. D had a younger brother, we'll call "A". The rule around the house was A got whatever he wanted, and D had to show respect to A at all times. D had to call his father sir and his mother ma'am. If he didn't, his dad would beat him unconscious. I really felt bad for D and didn't know how to help him, but eventually the dad got relocated to another city. It wasn't until years later that I realized that "D" was very obviously gay (back in the 80s it wasn't a thing we'd have thought about). But D's parents almost certainly knew. And from the way his father acted with his friends, and his own mannerisms, I would guess that he was also gay. I suspect that he was very much ashamed of who he was and took it out on D. I really hope he is okay.
I haven't gotten through the entire list of things, but I'm pretty sure this is about having at least one parent that has a significant mental illness.
Not always, and no way as a blanket excuse. Many of them may just have been horrible people, but without any clinically relevant defect. Those of these who never learned, never looked back, never regretted anything, hopefully, are in for a round of revenge when they are old, weak, leaky and sleepy. Like their kids were, just due to disintegration of their bodies, not unfinished development.
Load More Replies...I wasn't allowed to cut grass or even be in the yard when it was cut. I wasn't allowed to go to a new movie theatre because there was a local airport nearby and a plane might crash on the theatre. I couldn't check the mail because it was at the end of the driveway, of course, close to a "dangerous" road. I couldn't leave the dryer running when not home, even if only for a few minutes. I couldn't do so many things that are normal for children. As an adult, however, I value some of the things my strict father wouldn't let me do because I'm much more safety conscious than I likely would have been. Thanks, Dad! Too bad you didn't live longer to give me more odd "rules!"
Change the title on this one to: Home Rules Enacted by Abusive Parents
Remember that you are, one day, gonna be adult and they are gonna be old. The power imbalance shifts - people who horribly abused you for 20 years will expect effort, care, mercy and your savings. No. Oh, Mum, you're tired? I was never allowed to sleep before bedtime, remember? And those soap operas you like to watch? Only invites Satan into your dreams. Had to go to school in peestained pants for a little accident? Well, bladders aren't meant to seal tight past 100 years, are they? Remember, revenge is stupid, but people who only stopped being evil, cruel, unfair because they lost their means to force their ways on you, haven't learned when they had the chance. I'm ok with revenge for this. I think that a father who spanked you for any minor deviance can totally soak in his p**s for a week. Oh, Daddy, you're not feeling comfortable? That's unfair, eh? Too bad, the world isn't fair, and it's not about your pathetic äss! - not directed at my Dad...
Why would you want someone you felt that much hatred against in your life? You'd seriously let a pathetic geriatric ásshole wear a soiled diaper for a week instead of just, you know, just not taking their calls?
Load More Replies...the poll at the end assumes you are allowed to discuss or ignore rules, something difficult to do in abusive families. Sometimes the advice is to discuss it with outside authorities (the post where the dad gave concussion to the kids for exemple)
My Mom would record and edit the edited-for-tv movies. I was well into my 20s before I discovered Dirty Dancing had a plot...
My Dad sent me to "grab something" for him every time we got to the scene in Wrath of Khan where the crawlies are put in Chekov's ear. I was in my 20s before I saw it.
Load More Replies...Bored Panda, I'm rather concerned you think is is good to be making content where half of the stories are about child abuse. Please, rethink this approach to creating content.
I agree. Although some of these were kind of funny and a few of these a little on the fence in terms of quirkiness, most of them were just downright abusive. Abuse is not entertainment. It's eye opening, and sometimes we do need to be aware of what other people are going through, that's part of why I read the AITA posts even though I don't like them... To see what kind of abnormal relationship situations people find themselves in so that I can be more empathetic or observant to abuse (if you're lucky enough not to be abused you don't always see the warning signs) but seriously? Some of this is really dark stuff.
Load More Replies...Endless a*****e stories to tell. My sister was little in her highchair and she vomited because the food was awful. Our mother forced her to eat it again. Again she vomited. Again forced to eat it while gulp sobbing. Out mother said in a menacing voice that she was doing it just to annoy her. This happened more than once.
The poll at the end of this article is the only thing funny about the entire thing. So many stories of abuse, but the poll completely ignores that many of these kids had literally no choice but to obey, or risk being beaten to death. I was abused horribly by my father, so I know this all too well.
Again, BP, when you do this kind of c**p, I just switch to Reddit. You end up with less eyes on your site, not more. Who ever had this "idea" should be fired immediately. It's not helping you.
