Crazy shit your parents did
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Anonymous
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"No one has any right to belittle another person's experience"
Says who? |
Anonymous
We used to do this ALL of the time when I was growing up at the amusement park. I was the youngest of the cousins, and we would have to meet our parents/aunts/uncles at a certain time and place. Do people not do this anymore? |
Anonymous
Me |
Anonymous
Well good luck with that. |
Anonymous
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I was not young (18), but was in florida looking at colleges with my mom. My mom was leaving my father, and drove me to FL, and was going to rent a place for a couple of months to sort out her life.
I was supposed to fly home from Orlando, but there was an ice storm and flights were canceled. (this was right after the plane crashed into the 14th street bridge.). She left me in Orlando alone with a pre-paid motel room and a some cash. The night before, I had met a girl at the pool. I ended up going with her family to Disney. The weird thing is this 14 yo girl's parents let her hang out all day with me -- an 18 yo boy/man). We had a good time together (mostly PG, possibly PG-13, but nothing more). |
Anonymous
PP here. I don't think we had any set time other than plan to get picked up when the park closed. I would agree your plan is OK; I think my dad was a lot more careless about it. Just like, whatever, see you later, I'm going to do my own thing several miles away and nobody can reach each other! Actually what I think annoys me more is his bragging about flying a plane. And each time he tells the story, the plane gets more exotic. Last time he told me the story (as if I wasn't there and haven't heard it a million times), it was a fighter jet he flew. I can assure you, it was not a fighter jet...lol. I remind him of the "abandonment" to bring him back down a notch. And I still think it's crazy and not particularly responsible. He wasn't a bad dad and he isn't a bad person by any means, but I do think he put his own interests first. Never wanted to drive us to activities. Was a serial cheater and used to bring the women around us when my mom was gone (which was a lot). He actually stopped bringing them around if I was there after I told him I was "going to slash that bitch's tires if I see her car again." I was MAYBE 13. But if I wasn't home, he'd bring them around my brother and sister, who were younger and less aware of what was going on. |
Anonymous
Says basic human decency. |
Anonymous
Why thank you! |
Anonymous
+1 |
Anonymous
I'm the oldest and I still remember the days when my Dad was an alcoholic. Fortunately, he quit the bottle when I was around 8 years old, but I remember so much crap he did: -He would ask me for my piggy bank and use the money I saved to buy booze. He'd always tell me that he needed it for groceries, but it was my mom cut him off from the bank account. -He would take me along to bars. He would have a few drinks with the local lushes and I'd sit in the corner and draw in my coloring books. These were seedy Los Angeles dive bars; not the "bar/small plates" establishment you find in walkable, gentrifying neighborhoods. These were no place for children. -He would often drunk drive. -When my mom drove him, he often liked to drunkenly howl and shout out the car window. -He and my mom would get in massive fights. I'd have to step in - as a 7 year-old - to protect my mom or brother from getting hit. For whatever reason, he often held back from hitting me (I think it was because I was his 1st born son). Living with an alcoholic parent is tough. I drink moderately nowadays, but Dad like to criticize me for it. Whatever. |
Anonymous
I'm still laughing at this one too! (And the dramamine story, but I feel bad for laughing at that one.) |
Anonymous
I posted this before. (Fairly recently) A neighbor called and successfully reported to DSS that another neighbor's elementary aged child was bike riding outside (in the child's own driveway) without a helmet. Apparently, DSS has to investigate every call they receive. I know the family (very kind, keep to themselves, but very powerful), saw the report first hand, and can't imagine what that neighbor has coming to them. Things have really gotten out of hand, with respect to child rearing, (especially when off kilter holier than thous with a personality disorder get involved). There has to be some happy medium. I have to admit, a couple of these stories (not the abusive ones, of course) are funny. |
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When I was 1, my mom tied a bottle of apple juice in my crib, because she said I wouldn't fall asleep without it. I had to get every one of my teeth crowned at 2 years old, because they all rotted. I had to go under anesthesia and was at the hospital for several days.
My dad sprayed raid all over our house to kill the cockroaches, when I was a crawling infant. My mom found me chewing on a dead raided cockroach one day. 
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Anonymous
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An old friend of mine was about 18 months old when her mom had to go out for the afternoon. She left her at home with her dad who wanted to fix some tiles on the roof, so he took his kid, my friend, up to the roof and nailed her clothes to the roof so she was stuck there, and in his mind safe, while he fixed what needed fixing.
The mother came home, saw this and promptly started divorce proceedings. |
Anonymous
1. Lots of kids died then anyway -- cost of doing business, just have to have more. 2. If you didn't work in the fields, then everybody starved including the kid. |