Crazy shit your parents did

[Anonymous]

This is he best thread ice read in a long time. Some of this stuff is straight up abusive and I'm sorry to those pps who had to live with it, but some of the other stuff is pretty funny (and shocking-hookers? Coke??)

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:
You know, I was born in 1971. I had so many horrible sun burns and one time that I can remember, sun poisoning. I've been wondering, did they not HAVE sunscreen in like, 1980???

I have to admit I get really, really, really pissed when I think about all the times I got a HORRIBLE sunburn as a kid -- as in, bright red back and shoulders, screamed if you touched me, had to sleep on my tummy, giant patches of skin flaking off.

WHAT THE FUCK were my parents and grandparents thinking? SUNSCREEN EXISTED THEN. My kids today have NEVER had to suffer that.

Fucking dumbasses.

I remember using sun screen back then. I would use factor 8 and my friends thought that was high because they used only 2 or 4. Or they used baby oil.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:
You know, I was born in 1971. I had so many horrible sun burns and one time that I can remember, sun poisoning. I've been wondering, did they not HAVE sunscreen in like, 1980???

I have to admit I get really, really, really pissed when I think about all the times I got a HORRIBLE sunburn as a kid -- as in, bright red back and shoulders, screamed if you touched me, had to sleep on my tummy, giant patches of skin flaking off.

WHAT THE FUCK were my parents and grandparents thinking? SUNSCREEN EXISTED THEN. My kids today have NEVER had to suffer that.

Fucking dumbasses.

I remember using sun screen back then. I would use factor 8 and my friends thought that was high because they used only 2 or 4. Or they used baby oil.

Agree. I was a kid in the 80s and using 8 was looked down upon. In my family baby oil was best choice. 2 or 4 was only other acceptable option. My father would implore me to use baby oil because I looked too pale!

[Anonymous]

My parents let us watch Rated R movies and my dad dropped us off instead of staying sometimes to the movie theater about 20 miles away - we lived in small town - so we could watch movies and sometimes they'd be Rated R and he didn't know anything about what they were about. It was four of us and I think my older sister was about 14, I was 9, and twins were 7 and we watched Red Corner, lol.

They also used physical punishment - usual plastic hanger or hand - but pretty rarely. They never had firm bedtimes for us or grounded us and sometimes if I wanted to stay home from school, they let me. We would also pick up staple grocery items while my dad waited in car when we were under 10. He regularly smoked around us.

[Anonymous]

This is an amazing thread and I'm so sorry for all the posters who were truly abused.

My story is much lighter. I was born in 1961 and everything was different then. Everyone smoked - everywhere! Drinking was also a big thing - having martinis at lunch was so common and I started drinking at family parties when I was probably 11. We were constantly left unsupervised and I started smoking pot around age 12. Nobody wore seat belts (there were only lap belts in most cars), and helmets were non-existent. We never wore sunscreen (wasn't aware of its existence either).

I grew up in a northern city where it snowed a lot. My dad (may he rest in peace) used to tie our sled to the back bumper of his car with a long rope, plop my brother and me on top of it, and drive us around the neighborhood. We thought it was sooooo much fun!! When we would get off the school bus in the afternoon, we would run around the back of the bus, grab on to the bumper, and then slide on the icey street holding on to the bus as it drove down the street. We called it "skitching." We had to make sure the bus driver didn't see it because she would slam on her brakes if she knew we were back there!!

Just a couple of the crazy things we did in the 1960s!

[Anonymous]

My mom insisted on eating all leftovers in the fridge on Sunday nights. Fried chicken and pea omelettes were something else.

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:Parents locked us in our rooms at night. Dad installed chain sliding locks at the top of the door exterior that we couldn't reach.

I remember my younger sister's leg tied to a crib slat during nap time.

Go the F to sleep a common theme growing up.

....what

More of a long tether. She had room to roll about. Still managed to climb outside the crib. I was seven and even then knew this wasn't quite right. Play pens were abundant for little toddlers in our circle of family friends. No free range toddlers!

[Anonymous]

my parents locked the three of us in one bedroom to play a couple of times on a Saturday afternoon. They totally ignored us for at least an hour even though I was beating down the door and screaming because I wanted out. I figured out as an adult that maybe they were having sex otherwise, I have no idea why they would do this.

[Anonymous]

I used to think I had a horrible childhood - but now, I see its kind of normal for a kid born in 1970.

The themes seem to be -- no safety precautions, corporal punishment, and chronically unsupervised.

I remember my dad used to keep loaded guns in the house (not locked) or empty guns with the ammunition in a drawer. It's funny because I'm so pro gun control, but they were just a part of my life. I recall, I once touched one up while my dad was hunting on our family's property and he beat my ass for it.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:This is an amazing thread and I'm so sorry for all the posters who were truly abused.

My story is much lighter. I was born in 1961 and everything was different then. Everyone smoked - everywhere! Drinking was also a big thing - having martinis at lunch was so common and I started drinking at family parties when I was probably 11. We were constantly left unsupervised and I started smoking pot around age 12. Nobody wore seat belts (there were only lap belts in most cars), and helmets were non-existent. We never wore sunscreen (wasn't aware of its existence either).

I grew up in a northern city where it snowed a lot. My dad (may he rest in peace) used to tie our sled to the back bumper of his car with a long rope, plop my brother and me on top of it, and drive us around the neighborhood. We thought it was sooooo much fun!! When we would get off the school bus in the afternoon, we would run around the back of the bus, grab on to the bumper, and then slide on the icey street holding on to the bus as it drove down the street. We called it "skitching." We had to make sure the bus driver didn't see it because she would slam on her brakes if she knew we were back there!!

Just a couple of the crazy things we did in the 1960s!

SKITCHING

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:My mom would take the phone off the hook while I was out at a friend's or at school. There were so many times I needed her, but I'd just get a busy signal for hours. I'd be stuck at school all alone without a ride home, or at a friends house awkwardly over staying my welcome because I couldn't get a hold of my mom to come get me. So strange to me that she was fine with being completely unreachable and disconnected from her kid.

So what was she doing - crawling into a gin bottle for the afternoon?

I've mentioned it to her more recently and she says maybe she was talking a nap, or had a migraine. It's so bizarre that she just checked out without making any arrangements for me to get home. I recall a period of time, many years, when she was extremely moody, screaming at me a lot, just generally always wanted me to leave her alone...in a mean, erratic, crazy way. I suspect maybe she was hooked on pills for her migraines (or "migraines"). Just a guess, based on a couple moms I know today addicted to narcotic pain pills, and their behavior.

Weren't tranquilizers really popular back then? I would bet they had huge side effects.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:We weren't poor, but my mother served us crap like Spam.

Fried Bologna Samich's was my Mom's specialty.

[Anonymous]

We had a thin soup on Sunday afternoons. We called it Charlie Bucket soup from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Wtf, we we're growing children never mind if my parents wanted to eat fat-free
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[Anonymous]

I was born in 1980, my parents were diplomats. When we were posted in West Africa my mom let me drive myself to school on a moped. I was in 5th grade, it was AWESOME!!!!

[Anonymous]

I was in elementary school in the 80s and rode the school bus. One year, there was some kind of issue and there were several days when the bus never came. Luckily one of the kids' dads left for work at a certain time and if we were still waiting on the bus, he would drive all of us to school... in the back of his pickup truck.