Horrible things your parents did to you

Mine abused me horribly!!! They made me:
- Play outside with sports equipment
- Learn to ride my bicycle without a helmet
- Learn how to lose
- make my own lunch and breakfast
- ride my bike to school until I could drive
- stay outside until the street lights came on
- invent ways to play football and baseball in the street
- drink from the hose
- actually take care of the dogs they got for us
- mow the lawn
- help when dad worked on his truck (get wrenches and hold the light)
- keep my mouth shut when the adults were talking
- spanked my *kitten*, just like they promised if I broke a rule - no meaningless threats

I'll never forgive them for the abuse!!!

I think we might be cousins or something! Because my mom made me do the same thing! Except for the football thing, the boys never let me play.... But we did invent all kinds of new moves on our roller skates! And we didn't ride our bikes with helmets either!

I was only allowed to sleep in if I was ill. I couldn't lay around the house watching tv, go to the town pool with my friends, or do normal kid stuff. On weekends and summer break, my dad would wake me up at 6:00 a.m. to work with him on the farm or do house chores. Now, I am happy for experience, but I sleep in every damn chance I get to make up for lost time.

When I was a kid despite being a huge tomboy I had hair down to my butt. I took a lot of pride in having the longest hair in class..every kid wants to be the best at something! haha. One day my mom decided that I wasn't taking good enough care of my hair (that *kitten* was hard to brush..) so she informed me she'd be cutting it. I protested, but before I could convince her not to, she put the scissors at the base of my head and chopped. I went from having the longest hair in class to the shortest (for a girl). The school year that proceeded ended up being the worst of my life. I was teased by all of my "friends" and actually ended up pretty depressed (which really got me started with writing poetry and lyrics..sooo...plus?). Their name of choice for me was "Butch"..it still makes me cringe. You can't take a tomboy and give them a boy's haircut and expect it to go ok! I can't even count how many times even adults mistakenly called me a boy. Luckily I was 12 and hitting puberty, sooooo certain bodily changes made it pretty clear shortly after that I was, in fact, a girl

Thank goodness for those other bodily changes, otherwise that super mo might have confused people! Lol.

Once my mom started driving away when I had just opened the door and climbed half way inside.

She claims she didn't realize I wasn't inside the car completely...

... I say she was secretly trying to off me because I'm her least-favorite.

When I was eight I stopped eating tuna/fish, for whatever reason. The next year we went on a long road trip visiting national parks and hiking and such, eventually culminating in a night at a cabin in Arizona followed by a trip to a trout farm nearby. First I fell in a creek in yellowstone and was forced to walk alongside the car for nearly an hour while I dried with my dads saying the river was full of elk piss, which it probably was, and which they filmed exstensively on camera. At the end of the trip my father forced me to actively participate in the murder of young fish, saying that I had to eat whatever I caught. I cried the entire time my line was in the water and tried really hard not to catch anything, but at a trout farm its nearly impossible. I managed to only catch one fish and then was made to watch as it was gutted alive before my eyes. My dad must have said something to the fish cleaner, because they were all laughing, then, to my horror, the fish cleaner ripped the heart from my fish and chucked it into the window in front of me. Still beating it slid down the window to rest on the sill. Then we went home and my father made me eat it. I was so horrified I threw up on my plate.


Then, after he gained custody of my brother and I, and I'd reached highschool he began making comments that I was fat, despite being 5'6" and only weighing 120lbs. Once I turned 18 I moved out, severely depressed and with a massive amount of body image and eating issues. My brother learned the behaviour from him and to this day, whenever we see each other or I visit my father, they pick at my weight to the point that I end up bawling.

I remember when my mom made all us kids watch Nightmare On Elmstreet ( I was very young ). When the movie was over, she made me go outside in the pitch black and pick up my toys n the backyard. I had never been more scared in my life.

some of you I'm sorry ((hugs)) but they are funny NOW not back then

Back to school nights and open houses at school, they would ask me VERY VERY loudly how come I don't go out with that GIRL OVER THERE!!!!!!!! and then point at her.
Then OOOOOWWWWWWW LOOOOK AT HERRRRRRRRRRR SHE'S CUTE, WHOOO DOES SHE GO WITH?
Meanwhile everything has stopped, even the time, and everyone is looking at us. Panic attack says what.
Realize I grew up in the San Fernando Valley, home of the valley girl and the valley lingo...I could hear them saying uh "as if"

I was the shyest kid ever and could barely utter a word to a girl, but it became worse after episodes like that.
Totally scarred for me for life. My kids know the story and ask me to repeat it from time to time.

I love my parents and they are wonderful people, but my Dad is one of the most embarrassing men on the planet. When I was 10 years old we took a vacation to Branson, Missouri and we were at the show, "The Shepherd of the Hills." They were having a "pre-show" where some guys were singing and a group was square dancing on stage. One of the guys singing gets on the microphone and says, "If any of you are square dancers, come down here and join us!" We were sitting at the top (cheap seats) of stadium seating, and my Dad (who does not dance) jumps up and runs down the stairs and gets on stage. No no...he doesn't dance. Instead, he grabs the microphone from the man singing and proceeds to belt out the song, "Rollin' in my Sweet Baby's Arms." My mom and I slide down in our seats trying to pretend that I did not know the man...but everyone was staring at us anyhow. Yikes!

These stories are pure gold! (although some of them are not... they are just sad)

My parents decided we didn't play with our family dogs enough (after having them for 6 years) so while we were at school one day, they took them to the pound. Suprise!

Also, I once hit my little brother so mum gave him a cricket bat to hit me back with.

But seriously, they were awesome parents!

They beat my *kitten* & grounded me when I needed it and acted like parents instead of my friend...

Made me the great person I am today... !!!

Thanks mom & dad. ...:happy:

Oh and I have a great relationship with both of them !!!

When my pops worked on his car he would make me hold the flashlight. You know what I learned.....I can't hold a flashlight. All my dad did was yell at me "You're doing it wrong put the light over here" then he'd hit the back of my head and say "Pay attention pendejo"..........................GOD I f*cking hate flashlights!!!

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When I was a kid, I was terrified of ET.

But anyway, whenever my dad got the chance, he'd hunker down and hold his arms like ET's, then use his "ET" voice to croon over and over as he chased me around!

I'd be running back and forth across the yard, screaming my head off. -_-

Come to think of it, I'm actually still scared to death of ET ....

My dad taught me to drive a stick shift and as we went, if I started rolling backwards, he'd stick his head out of the passenger window and shout "BACK OFF! SHE'S STILL LEARNING!". I was so embarrassed I thought I was going to melt into a puddle on the seat of the truck.

After 10 minutes of trying to teach me stick, my dad had me stop the truck...switched me spots, looked at me and said "NEVER buy a clutch. You drive the car, it's an automatic" To this day I still cannot drive a stick...well, vehicle stick anyway :devil:

Oh, also, when I was little, whenever my mom would put a facemask on (like the old school mud pack things), she would come in my room a cackle like a witch.

It's all really funny now, but back then TERRIFYING!

My dad once pulled a nylon stocking over his head and ran roaring into my room. Scared the crap outta me, lol.