What are some things you had to unlearn from your parents?

I used to do the groceries with my step-dad; he had a bad habit of picking up a package of cookies/chips/candy at the beginning of an aisle, and the bag would be empty by the end of the aisle. He'd also pick grapes and cherrys right out of the bins. Bad dad!

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Evangelical Christian whackjobbery.

Pamela_43 wrote: »

That biscuits and gravy don't necessarily have to accompany every meal and tea doesn't actually need a pound of sugar, I drank unsweetened tea and....didn't die, lol. Now if my daddy comes to dinner, I make biscuits, there's gravy, and sweet tea...no need to be rude. Ha.

Love this!

AskTracyAnnK28 wrote: »

When I was a kid I was bullied and picked on a lot. My parents taught me to ignore them and "turn the other cheek." As an adult I realized that I had to learn how to stand up for myself.

I'm in the same boat.

Yelling at my children. My mother was a HORRIBLE yeller, and I hated it. I have never, not one time - yelled at my kids. Spoke sternly, yes. Yelled - never. It was just too hurtful for me as a child, and I won't do it to mine.

@DeficitDuchess thank you!
@PowerMan40 no problem, piece of cake....oh lawd yet another thing that doesn't need to accompany every meal, sadly! Ha.

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AskTracyAnnK28 wrote: »

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ninerbuff wrote: »

Just one for me................religion.

Was it the First Confession that did it? The CCD classes?

Or being dragged to weekly Mass when the good cartoons were on?

I was constantly told I'd burn in Hell. But I made sure it backfired on the messengers. I figured that, if my mortal sins were unconfessable and unforgiveable, I'm already damned and should do whatever I please - aggressively and unrepentantly. I wised up much later on.

I'm getting flashbacks of my traumatic church-going childhood....where on Halloween night, while all my friends were Trick-or-Treating, I was in church by force.

Right. All Hallows Eve, one of the Holy Days of Obligation.

But no trick or treating?? That actually does sound like trauma. Ouch! I would have been sobbing like Bette Davis.

Hopefully you at least got to dress up as Joan of Arc and enjoy Hershey bars and cinnamon donuts in the church basement after Mass with the clergy and the other strict parents.

I was allowed to trick or treat after school, but not at night because church.

When I turned 16 and started working on Saturdays (when we went to church usually), I'd 'pretend' to go on Sunday morning. Which means I'd walk into town, grab a magazine and sit at the park for an hour and run into the church when mass ended to grab the church bulletin as my evidence that I went. My mom would sometimes ask me "who served mass today?" and I'd say "I dunno - I sat in the back and couldn't see". I did this every weekend until I was 22 and pregnant. My mom said to me one Sunday morning "WHY AREN'T YOU GOING TO CHURCH??!!" And I was like "I'm an adult and having a child of my own. I don't have to go. Case closed." She told me I was going to burn in hell and I told her "cool - because my friends will all be there with me"

I think being raised in a very religious household can be...difficult.

Religion (Catholicism) and close mindedness. In fact, I am 47 years old, and my mother and I cannot discuss religion because it will turn into a big disagreement.

Religion, specifically the idea that the religion I was raised to believe was the only "correct" one.

When I purchase things I have to ask myself each time do I see it as purpose in my life and will it be use to every day to day life?