Anonymous wrote:I remember the day care/pre school I used to go to used to scream at kids, spank them, and wash their mouths out with soap if anyone was bad. All of us were between the ages of 3-5. Can't believe my parents sent me there.
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?
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.

Anonymous wrote:Mid teens and mom let me date guy in his 20s. WTF mom???
Anonymous wrote:Now that I'm a parent, I can't believe the stuff my parents used to do. I know people say that when you have your own kids, you appreciate your parents more. Not me. Becoming a parent has made me realize the stuff my parents used to do to us was bordering on abuse. Some examples:
"Spanking" us with wire hangers, sticks, shoes, etc.
Making all three children share one bath towel so that the last person to take a shower had to use a sopping wet towel.
Making us all share clothes, including underwear, and wear shoes that were too small and/or full of holes.
Constantly telling us that we could go ahead and kill each other whenever we fought.
These are just some that stick out in my mind.
We were not poor, in fact, my mom regularly bought me gold jewelry for my birthday, etc. instead of toys (and would immediately take them back for safe keeping after I opened the present).
What crazy thing(s) do your parents do?
Anonymous wrote:So wait, I can't leave my 8 yo in the car for a quick errand? I'm seriously asking. Will I get arrested? Say CVS to pick a filled prescription or toilet paper (not shopping just one thing) or to the ATM? What about at the gas pump to pay for gas with cash when the window doesn't work? I do this and honestly didn't think it was wrong. It's not when it's hot out and not more than a few minutes.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Military officer dad, mid-1970s. My parents threw "work" parties once a month at our house. Free flowing booze and mixed drinks served all night. Dad's single brother was hired as bartender and he'd work behind the built in bar all night long. No sitters, just all three of us kids in the downstairs bedroom with a black and white portable tv. Oldest sister was the babysitter who'd escort us to the bathroom and fetch us sodas from our uncle.
I never could go to sleep. House too smoky and loud and parties would run into the early morning hours. Coffee would begin brewing around 11 and doled out to "sober up" the drunks who'd soon be driving home. If you refused coffee, you'd be offered "one for the road."
The party was over once the last guest left and mom began dumping out ashtrays.
Oh my gosh. I am sure my parents were at your parties. I remember when my dad's entire squadron was in town. (He was a Navy pilot.) My mom would bring out the crystal, have plated dinners for 15 scotch soaked men. Cigars and cigarettes everywhere. Irish coffee at 2 am so people could drive home. What the hell?
She always hired a sitter, and one time they found me in a corner at age 6 with a black ring around my mouth. I had eaten the entire plate of caviar my mom put out.
This doesnt surprise me. My parents are in their 60s and say they used to drive drunk all the time, it wasnt "bad back then"
Don't you love that excuse? My dad says that all the time. It wasn't that it wasn't bad, but rather there were few, if any, penalties.
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 agree. I remember many times as a very young child crying in my bed at night after a day on th beach because I felt like my skin was on fire and the sheets hurt. And now, as an adult, I'm paying the price. I've had several precancerous spots/moles excised. They say the most dangerous sunburns are the ones you get as a kid.
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.
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???
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.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Military officer dad, mid-1970s. My parents threw "work" parties once a month at our house. Free flowing booze and mixed drinks served all night. Dad's single brother was hired as bartender and he'd work behind the built in bar all night long. No sitters, just all three of us kids in the downstairs bedroom with a black and white portable tv. Oldest sister was the babysitter who'd escort us to the bathroom and fetch us sodas from our uncle.
I never could go to sleep. House too smoky and loud and parties would run into the early morning hours. Coffee would begin brewing around 11 and doled out to "sober up" the drunks who'd soon be driving home. If you refused coffee, you'd be offered "one for the road."
The party was over once the last guest left and mom began dumping out ashtrays.
Oh my gosh. I am sure my parents were at your parties. I remember when my dad's entire squadron was in town. (He was a Navy pilot.) My mom would bring out the crystal, have plated dinners for 15 scotch soaked men. Cigars and cigarettes everywhere. Irish coffee at 2 am so people could drive home. What the hell?
She always hired a sitter, and one time they found me in a corner at age 6 with a black ring around my mouth. I had eaten the entire plate of caviar my mom put out.
This doesnt surprise me. My parents are in their 60s and say they used to drive drunk all the time, it wasnt "bad back then"