i kinda get why spanking is illegal now, not because of the older parent that had used all their resources and they used it as the last option, but because of the narcissistic perfectionist that couldn't wait for a moment of error
@@bobross6420 I was born and grew up in the States, but I've lived in Europe for almost all my adult life. I think it's that perspective that makes my hackles rise whenever an American refers to "spanking". The term is a euphemism for an adult physically assaulting a child. Call it what it is: beating.
Happens in every discussion about strict parents. Most people should never be allowed to have kids. I used to think it was only some people who shouldn't, but now I'm not so sure.
If my parents had done any of the things mentioned in these stories I would have gone no-contact as soon as I could. Too many people believe there's something sacred about family and children owe parents endless forgiveness and acceptance. None of us asked to be born, and if someone ends up with parents who are total a-holes, they should be shunned just as much as we'd shun any other a-hole we ever encountered. (BTW, I'm a parent and a boomer, not a bitter, entitled teen.)
I'm a parent, and our principle with our kid from the very start was that the only rules which would apply to her would be ones which had clear, reasonable justifications (safety and not behaving like a selfish little asshole being the main ones). From the time she was very small, we always tried to explain to her why we wanted her to do or not do something, rather than just barking, "No!" or shouting at her. We never hit her, and the worst punishment she ever got when she was small was being sent to her room for a little while. She's in the middle of her teen years now, and she's a caring, confident, friendly person who likes spending time with us and talks to us about all kinds of stuff I would never have discussed with my parents.
@@allanmason3201 Thats good parenting and a perfect example of why harsh and strict parenting can leave you with the opposite of what you were trying to acheive.
@@allanmason3201 Sounds like my approach. I reacted to my father's "because I say so" (and "because I say so and if you ask me again I will hit you") by always explaining everything to my son, whether he needed it or not! He's in his 30s now, and said to me a couple of years ago, "I may not have agreed with all your decisions, but I always knew why you'd made them." I was happy with that, and am very happy that he still wants to talk to me. I didn't want to talk to my father!
@@arsenal4444 It's a wonderful feeling, knowing that you've made an important change - like making my child feel (I hope) safe, and not afraid of me. Oh and definitely absolutely not hitting him. I hope you feel as proud as you deserve to.
@@versatileduplicity9313 strict is telling your kid they can't have sweets within 30 minutes before dinner. abusive is telling your child they can't have sweets.
@@wolfieisacat13 strict is not allowing your child to breathe. You can’t have a girlfriend before 18, gotta be in the bed at 16 by 9 pm, going over the child’s homework even when they know how to do it. Strict a lack of faith and insecurity because of pettiness. Strict is extreme and makes the child not want to talk to you when they get their own place !!
1:34 when I was 14, I suspected my mother was going through my stuff while I was at school. I wrote a fake diary where I suggested I was secretly gay and planted it. She took the bait and got really smug and kept hinting at it. This was a useful diversion and kept her feeling superior for years until I had enough of the insinuations. I knew, based on the nasty little jokes she made, that she also read my search history, so I searched "I think my mum might be gay". The next day she treated me with the utmost contempt and her pride was clearly wounded.
I’ve commented this on similar videos but basically my mother wasn’t allowed to eat sugar for her entire childhood. Obviously she got a tiny bit from fruit, tea, and the like, but no dessert, no candy, no drinks with added sugar, not even white bread. My grandmother (mom’s mom) has some sort of undiagnosed anxiety and as a result she controlled my mother’s diet until she could move out. Well, rules like this do not work and now my mother has a sugar addiction and has health problems as a result.
Dang you'd think there'd only be positive, but they straight up removed every opportunity to build personal willpower to not give into temptations in the food category - what was never taught was never learned.
To share a story that's an opposite to this one, my best friend and his sister weren't allowed to have sugar until they moved out of the house. They both agree with their mom even today that sugar is as bad for the body as tobacco is so they still don't eat it at all. However, they do drink a lot. They also weren't allowed to drink alcohol until they moved out, or until they turned the legal age to do so, whichever came first. Their families and relatives also drink a lot. It leads me to believe that there's a genetic component at play when it comes to additions.
That just all around sounds like a sad as hell situation for all parties involved your grandmother was anxious and afraid of her daughter getting hurt by sugar or probably something along those lines which resulted in your mother getting a sugar addiction and several health problems its a sad situation all around
@@georgiepig5726 it is, and unfortunately my grandmother never sought out professional help so she’s still dealing with the severe anxiety unmedicated to this day
One of my coworkers tried to raise her children to eat fruits and healthy treats instead of sweets. She basically tried to have her children not know about sweets. That worked untill preschool. Some other kids got some sweets with their lunch and shared them with hers. After that her kids kept on asking for shweets and chocolate. She was REALLY pissed at the preschool for alloweing sweets to be brought in, but after a while she gave in and allows a small amount of sweets.
All of this rules aren’t unreasonable. They’re downright child abuse. If I knew someone who thought that physically abusing their children is an acceptable form of punishment, gloves are off. Child abuse is one of the things that pisses me off the most, because it shows that parents who abuse their children clearly don’t deserve to be parents.
My dad made a rule that I couldn't own a car until I was 18. I bought my first car when I was 16 (it was a modified 2009 Toyota FJ Cruiser) & my dad made the rule because he was jealous, but it was the last thing he'd ever admit. When I asked why the rule existed, he first said it was because "I wasn't mature enough." Then, when I was 17, his excuse was "the lift kit is too high up & it's meant for adults like him, & not me." When my 18th birthday came, I was driving to school & got pulled over. The officer was saying I was driving a "stolen vehicle," which confused me. I showed him my registration papers & he told me somebody registered the vehicle under a different name. When I got home, I learned my dad lied to the DMV & changed the registration to be under his name. Long story short: my dad stole my first car because he was jealous
I get the whole couldn't drive until 18 thing, driving is a privilege after all. But your father registering your car in his name, basically stealing your car, that's a big no no. I hope you were able to get your car registered back in your name, taking something out of jealousy is usually not a very good thing to do.
For me the rule was basically that I was responsible for my parent’s emotions. Like literally “you made mom/dad _____”. They also never had a consistent set of rules, so what I wouldnt get punished for one day I would the next. And they wonder why I went no contact
My dad's family is also this way to some extent. My dad would always blame my mom for bad things that he had done to her, when my sister hits me he ignores it but when I fight back, he screams at me. In fact, just a minute ago from me writing this, my dad came into my room and wined to me that I'm "preventing him from going to bed", even though it is someone else who is talking on the phone in his room, not me. He doesn't really like to take responsibility for his actions, and when he does blame other people, it is usually not the person who did the thing.
When I was in middle school, the Harry Potter books were really popular. I had a friend whose parents were beyond strict and checked her room constantly for "contraband." One day her dad came over to my house and practically threw the fourth Harry Potter book at me and started lecturing me about how I was a bad example to his daughter by lending her books I knew him and her mother would never have approved of. I remember looking at the book and being really confused, because I hadn't lent her any of the Harry Potter books for the very reason that I knew her parents would freak out. I was just like, "oh, um, sorry," and closed the door in his face. When I looked at the inside of the book, it was a LIBRARY BOOK. He hadn't even looked through the book, just assumed it must have been mine because my mom had made her opinion about book censorship clear to the people of our church, which was that she thought they were all keeping their children deliberately ignorant of the real world. I told my mom about it later and showed her the book and she was LIVID. I remember the call she made to my friends dad, telling him off for lecturing me about a book that wasn't even mine and how dare he think he had the right to parent her child just because he didn't agree with how she and my dad were choosing to parent. His complaint that I had been "disrespectful" fell on deaf ears since Mom felt like he shouldn't have been lecturing me outside of her presence. She refused to tell him who the book actually belonged to, though, and later told me it was because she figured he'd ban his daughters from going to the library if she did. Yeah, that family had some pretty serious issues, not going to lie.
I had a loose friend in high school who was also banned from reading Harry Potter. I told him be smart and just read it school, never take it home or let it leave his locker. I enjoyed 'corrupting' that kid. Later found out his mother wanted him to go and become a priest, but now he's a bisexual solar panel tech expert who volunteers at children's hospitals by dressing as a stormtrooper from Star Wars.
My mom would go through my phone and bedroom randomly/whenever she was mad and delete stuff she found "inappropriate" (games, books i had downloaded, all of which were completely appropriate). She did this until i was 13 and diagnosed with severe anxiety. Im still scared that she'll go through my phone.
My mother believed that school was the most important thing to do while growing up. I remember one time I was deathly Ill with the flu. I was running a 102 degrees fever and coughing uncontrollably. I begged my mom to let me stay home and rest. She forced me to go to school. (I was 11 or 12 years old ). She literally pulled me out of bed, made me shower and get ready for school. We lived a mile from the school. The school bus would only go to the city limits, so since we lived in the country we had to walk to and from school. The school bus wouldn’t pick us up at the county line bc we lived in the country. So I had to walk up hill for the entire mile to school. By 10am the school called my mother and told her that my fever was 102 and I was too sick to go to school and to come pick me up. My mother told the school that she felt that since I was able to walk up hill all the way to school, then I could walk all the way home bc it was down hill. I walked home and crawled into bed to sleep. After mom got home from work she was upset bc She was embarrassed that the school had to call her bc I was so sick and what would people think about her for sending a sick kid to school. I told her that if she would have listened to me that morning and let me stay home, then the school wouldn’t have had to call her. The next day she took me to the Dr. I had walking Pneumonia. The Dr wrote a note that I had to be out of school for at least 2 weeks. She then went to the school to get homework for me so I wouldn’t fall behind. The school gave me 5 pages of homework, ( 1 page for each class). As soon as I finished them, she said, “Well if you’re well enough to get your homework done, then you’re well enough to go back to school”. She took me to school the next day and dropped me off. The school once again called her and told her to pick me up bc the Dr said that I couldn’t return for at least 2 weeks and that I’d need another note from the Dr releasing me to come back to school. I was out of school for almost a month. After that, every time I was sick I’d tell my mom that I didn’t feel well enough to go to school, she’d let me stay home. I had always liked school and always wanted to go… well, until I went through puberty. I didn’t start ditching school until after I got my drivers license and knew someone who would buy booze for me and friends 😁. But then I’d usually only ditch on Mondays when I was too hungover to go to school. C’mon, we were all 16 once 😂.
Parents that just overlook the most serious illnesses and make you do things that might worsen it are some of the worst. I have major respect to you for surviving that part of your life.
When I had walking pneumonia my mom made me run a loop around the yard (to be fair, neither of us knew what it was at first) and then I spent the rest of the day on the couch trying not to die.
I wonder how many of these kids are still in touch with their parents. Our only rules as a kid was keep our bedrooms tidy, so only play with the next toy, if we had cleared away whatever we were using before then. Oh, and do the dishes. We’d get reminded if we forgot to do the dishes before mom got home, but never punished. I don’t think I was ever punished by my parents. As a result, I felt safe coming to my parents with everything. Also, after my parents divorced, my mom, brother and I were more like a team. We knew it was difficult for her. Most of these are full on child abuse!
@@alexrobbins4566 Luckily I knew already as a kid that my mom (and dad) were a lot less strict than other parents. Both my brother and myself grew up to be quite successful because of, or despite of this. I’m leaning to “because of this”. I wish more people understood that being nasty to people and in particular to kids, usually results in the opposite of what you want to happen. She was a great mom, but sadly passed away far too young.
I know that I don't want to have any contact with my mom when i finally move out and i told her that. She said that it doesn't matter cause she knows that she's doing it for my good. No mate, lack of privacy resulted in anxiety, criticizing how i look in low self esteem and now she's trying to control what and when i do anything, don't think that one is gonna end up well either
My parents were strict when we were young: severely limited screen time, overdressing for everything, no sleepovers, hard bedtime. If we broke these rules we would get yelled at a lot or a ruler/spatula to the knuckles. But once my brother and I were teenagers, which happened during the pandemic, she softened up a lot. I thinks it’s cause we proved we were ready to have our hands let go and she trusts us. Now I’m allowed to do mostly what I want, even planning things with my friends last minute, as long as I’m achieving good grades in school. It feels very freeing.
Your mother might know you can go to the police for being hit and that's why she stopped because you and your brother have become old enough to know this.
I have a friend whose parents stopped hitting him only when he grew to be big enough to physically fight back. One day he just snapped and attacked his father in retribution and actually overpowered him. He didn't live with his parents for too long after that, he didn't really spend time at home even as a 15 year old.
The story about the father who burns his kid's stuff really got to me. Seriously, what is wrong with that a**hole? That punishment isn't just stupid and harsh. It's downright psychotic. Also, the parents in story #17? Thank God and all that's holy that they weren't mine because that surely would have made my life a living hell.
My mom refused to let me watch TV when I was sick. She would say that if you're too sick to do chores, you're too sick to watch TV. I sprained my wrist in Gym class once, and she pulled the same thing. Fortunately, I was only at her house every other weekend, and my dad was far less strict.
My mom was the same way and then sometimes had my brother do chores when he was sick. Watching stuff like Netflix or UA-cam takes your mind off the nausea for awhile
@@alicetheneko7529 It's also just incredibly backwards. Chores involves being up, active, and working hard, while watching TV can be done laying down on the couch with a nice large water bottle and some chicken soup
When I was a child in the 1960's, if i was ill enough to warrant staying off school and thus had to be confined to bed, I wasn't allowed toys or books in my bedroom with me but was simply expected to lie there and rest/sleep all the time so I would get better quicker. I thus avoided telling Mum I didn't feel well if at all possible, And we had no central heating in those days either so i had to stay snuggled under the bedclothes to keep warm too !
I had a few crazy rules. My grandpa has some sort of autism. He's brilliant, hardworking, and can't deal with people at all. When he had to take me grocery shopping, he made me put items in order in the cart and on the belt and back into the cart. He randomly said he was a doctor while we were checking out once. I was like? Okay. He wouldn't let me buy cheap products but only the name brand. I could go on awhile. He still has a grudge with me because I told him I wasn't buying an air conditioner unit for the group home I live in, and that mine was fine, just old. One perk is that we have temperature controls in each room.
Some of these parents are horribly abusive both physically and mentally. I hope that the victims of abusive parents get help for any PTSD that they suffer from.
Proof that some folks just don't seem to get that teaching their child to be independent is what they are supposed to be doing. You don't do it by not letting your child do anything.
My parents spanked me and my sister, and forced me to clean, denied us food until we finished cleaning. Beat us for getting a bad grade, to the point where my nose bled. And called me an idiot every time I leave a few crumbs on the ground while sweeping, sometimes yelling at me for there being stuff where I hadn't swept. And last but not least, forbidding me and my sister from going outside because it's "dangerous", then calling me and me sister fat because we didn't go outside (for obvious reasons).
Not a rule but a punishment. I was grounded because I never had enough friends over. Their rationale was that I never had enough friends over, so they never got to meet my friends parents, so they never became friends with said parents, so it was my fault my parents didn't have any friends.
See parents act like this and do shit like this then question why their kid hates them or wont/barely talk to them later in life. Ill never understand it. Lol
I get what you are saying... but I guess that's one of the things one might finally understand if one becomes a parent. I'm sure parenting is way harder than we think it is when we are not the ones doing the parenting.
@@rodriguezelfeliz4623 Im well aware Parenting is not easy, but its like this video is living proof why you should never go overboard, like destroying their stuff, invading their privacy constantly, having completely unreasonable rules, or being way too controlling. It can really screw up a kids mental state and especially make them resentful and hateful of you as a parent. A lot of parents these days, especially of the older generations really do not understand that what happens to a kid in their childhood can seriously affect how they turn out as an adult.
@@Duneblaze1996 yes yes, you are 100% right... I'm not trying to justify the things in the video (they're literally abuse in many cases). I'm just saying that parents are only humans and they also need a lot of help. A lot of times as kids we blame our parents for a lot of things, but when you become an adult you can gain perspective and realize that a lot of times they were scared, confused and barely holding on... and that leads to mistakes in parenting, which have lasting consequences
Invasive parents when they find out that puberty is a natural process and kids going through it will experiment with their body and it is perfectly healthy and natural: 😮
I wasn't allowed to talk at home as a kid unless asked a direct question or unless guests were around. I also had to stay in my room. When guests came by I was to greet them ask how they were and then to go to my room. I wasn't allowed to talk to the opposite sex or to attend school socials, dances or prom. It wasn't until I brought it up with a psychologist that I learned this wasn't normal, it made me very very depressed.
Man seeing this kind of stuff Just make me value my parents even more, I feel so bad for these people, I wish I could spit some truths in the face of these parents
Parents: no dating Also parents: where grandchildren? Also that grandma should've gone to a care home instead of controlling the household hope she's now with god
That's always hilarious to me... those parents that get all bent out of shape about dating and sex while their kids are teens. But then as soon as said kids are over 21, then apparently their purpose in life is to give their parents grandkids to dote on.
This may not be as unreasonable as some other stories but I'm not allowed to go outside alone. And I don't mean like going shopping or going to the library alone. I can't even go out to the mailbox without someone else. My dad has cameras all throughout the house. Basically everywhere except the bedrooms and the bathrooms. And if I go outside without someone to watch me he explodes in borderline verbal abuse and gives me a story about kids being kidnapped and never found. I understand his worry about my safety but it feels like he needs to cut the umbilical cord. I don't know a single person in my neighborhood. I homeschool so I don't have a single friend my age. I can't even sit on the patio without a screaming fight. And even when someone does watch me we can't go out far without telling him and I can't wear sweatpants outside. Only jeans. I don't know if I'm over reacting but I feel like I have no independence. Definitely not as bad as these stories. But sometimes i wish I could take a walk down the street to destress!
The degree of isolation you're being forced to endure, aside from making you a victim for future abusers, is suspicious. Is there anyone else you could be being hidden from? Destroy the cameras and let him wake up in terror at your presence at the end of his bed until his behavior improves. These are the minimal reasonable responses to your situation. Use your violence and remember that they will have to sleep eventually. These are not rules that you are supposed to follow, they are a goad meant to make you stand up for yourself and put the terror where it belongs, in the heart of others. Once you choose to be free, remember that you can only be killed, nothing short of that has the power to actually stop you - anything done _to_ you can be good cause to get REALLY fucked up on someone.
That sounds really tough. I have a mid-teen daughter who's home educated, but we try to make sure she has the opportunity to spend time with kids with her age, both IRL and online. I have to say, though, that she finds the vast majority of kids her age a pain in the backside; she's far more comfortable dealing with adults. I'm convinced that most kids are screwed up by school. Their personalities are distorted by spending a huge chunk of their time with a bunch of immature, often stupid and frequently completely irrational young people. They waste so much energy trying to figure out how to cope with each other, how to be popular, why someone has said something nasty to them, and basically worrying about all sorts of trivial crap. And all the time, they have to conform to a bunch of rules that exist to make it easy for the adults to control them. Basically, school is seriously overrated, and many people look back on their time in school as one of the worst periods in their life since so many kids are fundamentally selfish, stupid little asshats. I can't offer any suggestions on how you should deal with your father's paranoia; it sounds like he's a very fearful person for some reason. It's not your responsibility to help him develop a more healthy and realistic attitude towards the world, and I imagine he wouldn't even listen to you even if you tried. He is who he is, and I think your focus should be on getting through this phase of your life as smoothly as you can. It may feel like you're going to be stuck at home forever, but you won't. Maybe you should try to figure out some long-term goals for what you'll do when you're finally free, and aim to do a little work towards them every day.
Growing up, I lived with my brother's grandma. I couldn't close my door to my room, so I had to get dressed in the bathroom. I was never allowed to watch TV during school days and only for a little while on Saturday and never on Sunday because I had school on Monday. I couldn't talk on the phone for more than 15 minutes and never after 9 (back when my friend's phones were free after 9). I wasn't allowed any after-school activities unless it was jrotc in high school (I really wanted to try my hand at everything after going years without being able to). Over the summer, I had to read the dictionary to "prepare me for the next school year". I couldn't straighten my hair because my brother's grandma said if I did, I'd end up pregnant. Wasn't allowed to shave, wear makeup, earrings, nail polish, or chapstick. I could never hang out with my friends after school or go to any of the sleepovers I was invited to. I wasn't allowed my own cell phone, even when I went to drill meets with jrotc, but my mom snuck me one anyway. I wasn't allowed to wear skirts or shorts to school or anywhere unless it was to church and only skirts that were floor length. If I were to wear shorts out, she wouldn't buy me regular girl's ones, she'd get them from the men's section and it was wear that or wear jeans. I couldn't wear any open toe shoes outside of the house, even during the summer. I couldn't get a job in high school or my learner's permit (said I wasn't asked to get it until I was 18). In 6th grade, she refused to get my glasses replaced after I lost them and I went 6 years struggling in class because my eyesight was worsening. During meals, I wasn't allowed anything to drink until I finished eating everything.
@@jamiethal1319 my brother is my half brother. My mom went into the military after graduating and wanted us to stay together, so his grandmother had legal guardianship over us
From a kid and into my adulthood when my family would go on car rides or vacations ( vacations were always driven to ) my dad would drive as long as possible & not stop for anyone to go to the bathroom ( 3 to 5 hours ). Even to the point of supposedly missing exits. My brother & I would be in so much pain. This ended when my Moms dad was with my parents on a trip & had a MASSIVE Explosion 💩 in the back seat. To top it off they were driving through the desert 🌵 . 😂🤣😂🤣
I grew up with hippy parents, and my siblings and I have learning disabilities. So The only real roles we had when I was a kid were no candy in the house whatsoever, only an hour of tv/electronics time, no deleting/turning off find my phone, and unless you were at a friend's house, you had to eat with the family. The rest of the rules were different depending on the kid. I had to go to my bed by 8:30 (not necessarily fall asleep), but my older brothers just had to stay quiet till 10:00. Or my oldest brother and I had to leave our brother alone when he was doing home Work.
Very reasonable rule: When we reached 10 years old we were allowed to order for ourselves in restaurants to get our first bikes to start learning to drive a car (on grandma's hay field!) to stay up past 9p.m. on Sunday (a school night) to watch TV or whatever (in bed by 10 p.m.) a bunch of other stuff. No whining until then. It just worked for us. Made turning 10 (a DOUBLE NUMBER) really important! 😂 So, it wasn't "someday you'll be allowed to ...". There was a definite date.
Mine is that for no reason. I can't touch any medicine bottles, and all the medicine jars are scattered around my house hidden, so I don't find them. Which sucks cause once I was having horrendous cramps, couldn't call my mom, and neither find the medicine I needed to take the cramps away until hours later when my mom came home from work. The reason for this rule is kinda my fault, though I've already been twice in the ICU from overdosing on pill jars. I'm in a better place mentally now, though we've gotten a cat, and she's been improving me to be better and live for her. And to anyone thinking about doing something dumb as I did, please go see a therapist and talk to them about it or to someone whom you can trust.
My step-mom tried to do the car thing with me and my step-brothers but I made that a nightmare for her and still do by just talking to my brothers and depate on where we go until we end up in an argument and the whole ride gets awkward, she also has given me many different mental attacks one of which I was able to control long enough to get outside and get some fresh air, my whole step-family minus my brothers can eat my right sock for how racist, and discusting they are, I also got praise from my dad for steping out of the house (im sure he could tell I was ready to catch a carge).
I was only allowed two hours a week on the computer. This rule was in place for over a decade. Plus my mom tilted a picture with a glass pane on the other side of the house so she could see what I was doing while she was seated in her chair EDIT: I forgot, also I was not allowed to play video games unless they didn't involve sitting, so a lot of DDR. Mind you my older siblings had been allowed regular early video games, but not me
@simpilot001 Well, from experience all I can really say is it will get better. I still get super paranoid about people being behind me when I'm on my computer, and I stuck at using most controllers when I play video games now, but at least I get to do them. Having a very supportive Fiancée who will actually make me sit down and remind me that I'm allowed to just play video games also helps
the solution: have every adult who wants to have a child do a test every 3 years to see if they qualify to be parents. If they have a kid but never took the test, they would have to give up the kid. Have a kid but your parent-qualification-card (which will always be kept either on you or in your wallet) is expired? Better hurry and take the test again, or else! Are you found to be guilty of child abuse? Your PQC is revoked permanently! Modern(ish) problems require modern solutions.
my parents are extremely strict and its hard to write down just one thing but basically anything that my mom didn't like was automatically deemed to be "of the devil." no pokemon. nothing with dragons. no harry potter. nothing with rock n roll, (and i'm mean barney the dinosaur type rock n roll) etc...i was not allowed to watch any disney live-actions sitcoms (hannah montana, etc...) or a lot of popular cartoons because they were "bad" (courage the cowardly dog, ed edd n eddy, chowder, powerpuff girls, rugrats, spongebob, teletubbies, grim adventures of billy and mandy, caillou etc..) with cartoons i was allowed to watch, my mom made a list of each episode i watched, detailing what was "bad" in the episode. episodes with 'bad" things in it, like a character saying "stupid", or a character doing something that was deemed "inappropriate", i couldn't watch that episode anymore and this happened when i was in my teens. the word "stupid" was basically treated like a curse word. when we finally got internet in 2010 we weren't allowed on youtube because there were "bad" videos on there. i was not allowed to be around anything that was deemed a bad influence. i was not allowed to go inside my friends' houses because their parents were deemed a bad influence by my parents because their lifestyle was different. my parents lifestyle was deemed to be the only correct lifestyle. my parents went through my search history on my laptop every night and had to know the password to that and to my phone. they always expected me to do something bad on them. i was never allowed privacy as a kid because "there's no reason for a kid to have privacy." i was not allowed to have my own thoughts and opinions because i was just a kid so they didn't matter. i'm 22 now and still controlled by my parents. my parents hate cursing and won't let me watch, listen, or read anything with language. anytime my mom hears any type of curse word, from damn to f*ck, she throws a whole fit. she's almost 50. we only own kids movies at my house. the other day i tried buying a rated M game and my mom threw a whole fit about it. i couldn't shave when going through puberty. i went to a private christian school so it was very embarrassing going to school in a skirt with gorilla legs. anytime i go shopping with my mom and I say I like *insert clothing item here*, she'll give her own opinion on it if she doesn't like it and if she doesn't like it i can't buy it. they were very strict with my clothing choices as a kid. i couldn't wear shorts by themselves, i had to wear black opaque tights with them (because i would attract the wrong kind of attention), even in 90+ degree fahrenheit weather. no crop tops, no vneck cut shirts and if i wore a vneck cut shirt, it had to be with an undershirt, even if it showed a millimeter of cleavage because it would attract the wrong kind of attention. Edit: I forgot to mention I wasn't allowed to trick or treat most of my childhood. The last time I trick or treated was when I was 5. My grandparents told my parents halloween was "satan's holiday" so I didn't trick or treat anymore after that. But they they never stopped passing out candy to all the kids in the neighborhood. So for the rest of my childhood, I spent every halloween looking out the window in the house, watching my parents pass out candy to every kid in the neighborhood. The craziest thing now is my grandparents have been going all out for halloween after I grew up, they absolutely love it. This whole thing still doesn't make sense to me.
Sad realization when most of these apply to your own crappy childhood. Parents. Gotta love them. Edit: since some were wondering: No, I do not talk to them anymore and they only are allowed to see my children under my supervision for a couple of hours every once in a couple of months. They sometimes ask why they can't have my children over, but boy, some really fucked up shit happened when I was under their "care". This also stings the most: That these people obviously think that they are the best parents ever and that they totally deny any abuse. Things like beating or locking you up were utterly NECESSARY since you were a "difficult child". They Just HAD to do this. Fuck that: If 100% of all offspring you ever set into the world refuse to keep in contact with you, there is a 100% chance you are a cruel asshat without any empathy and you suck at parenting. No excuse.
You give no details, but the bit about your parents denying stuff which you know happened (gaslighting you, in other words) and proclaiming themselves to be wonderful parents triggers my _Narcissist!_ alarm. The best way for children of narcissistic parents to deal with them is no-contact, and I think you're very wise to only allow your kids to spend time with them under your supervision. I'm imagine that irks them, but tough shit.
The unreasonable rule for me growing up was my stepmother made me hide absolutely everything to with my period. If there was one drop of blood on my underwear or pants I had scrub them with a toothbrush till they were completely clean before they could be put in the washing machine and all sanitary products had to be kept out of sight. If there was ever any bleed through, particularly at night when I was asleep I would get yelled at for being disgusting.
It’s a small issue compared to these stories, but my mother and I had very different ideas of fashion. She would get me clothes she thought was ‘nice’ (teenage shudder), and I had no right to refuse them and half my clothes were hidden in the back of the closet. We would go through my closet every couple seasons and I would have to campaign for getting rid of the more hideous items. I can chose for myself now, but I still have to remind myself not to keep stuff at the back of the closet when I don’t want to deal with it.
Sounds similar to me. I have ASD and SPD so I have bad sensory issues. I hate demon but mum makes me wear it. I can’t wear pink or bright colours or pastels. Ironically im a colourful person. No glitter or sequins or sparkles of any kind. I like sparkles though. No hoodies only denim jacket. No headbands with crowns or cat ears or anything on them. But I like wearing those headbands. No shorts. Only skirts. Very specific length of skirt. I prefer shorts because they have pockets and I hate how skirts blow in the wind.
My mom is a narcissist and has a huge victim complex. All my childhood/teenage years she was both an absent figure and really strict at the same time. I couldn't talk to her about ANYTHING because she would either ignore me, scold me or make it about herself. My curfew was around 10pm, was never allowed to go to sleepovers and traveling anywere, even close by, had to be discussed with months in advance. She punished me for not knowing how to do things, even tho she never took the responsability to taught me stuff. I'm 30 now and doing basic chores or taking care of myself are things I struggle with since she never took the time to teach us. We were expected to act like responsible adults, when they didn't teach us any basic stuff while we were young. I'm still in contact with her, but barely. My dad was straight up an absent figure in my life, but at least he's making an effort RN, and we talk more often.
These aren't strict parents, these are abusive parents. "Strict" parents make their kids eat nutritious food for breakfast instead of candy. Or make their kids always tell them where they're going and what time they'll be back whenever they go out. Or not let their kids date until they're at least 15 years old. If the kids have never done drugs or even once spent the night in jail, that's because the parents are "strict", lol . And not being allowed to ask where you're going when you don't know is weird and scary. You could be just going to the shopping center, or going to the dentist to get a root canal, and you wouldn't know until you got there.
My mum once lied to me by saying I was getting my hair cut (I wanted my hair cut) and took me to the hospital instead and made me feel bad for ruining everyone else’s trip by not going in the hospital which was something I didn’t want to do and she lied so I didn’t know where she was taking me other than what she told me. She makes me feel bad for making my own choices all the time and calls me a selfish toad even for being scared of the dark.
@@AshArrowCommunity this is emotional abuse, and you don't deserve it. If you can, try to talk to another adult you trust. Maybe not even about this, but finding a support network that you trust can really help. So can spending time with friends, or even just other people who don't hurt you. If your school has one, talking to aschool counselor could help. Not even to necessarily get you out of your mom's house, but just talking about it to someone trustworthy who listens and helps you work through your emotions in safe ways really helps (Sleepovers with friends can be a way to get a break for several hours and overnight)
@@EmiStar070 I’m not able to have sleepovers because my parents (they encourage me hanging out with my friend) but they can’t contact their parents but hopefully they will be soon
trauma dump here! As a kid I was really sensitive compared to other kids and would always cry before or at school, I think because I had separation anxiety + getting bullied, and it annoyed my mom so much that if my teachers called her saying that I cried at school, that meant when I got home I was getting yelled at to strip naked and get beat with a belt or worse for 5-20 mins straight. and this wasn’t on one occasion this was like every other week for 10 years. So yeah :D
A cousin from my paternal side of a family had an ex-military as his step dad. My dad was as far as never invite him home at all. Why? because the only time he did he try to police everyone eating and other shit. My dad told him: "is my house so my son will eat as much as he wants and your son too". He didn't like a bit, and even my dad was mad af since a long time. He had a long discussion with my aunt after. My cousin's stepfather was an big a-hole and a control freak, while his grandparents were literally teddy bears.I once got invited to their house and they were really fascinated with everything i did at the time ... its really sad to see them getting destroy slowly by their son's behaviour. My cousin's stepfather died in 2012 from cancer at the age of 52. Literaly, i hate him the day i knew my cousin has a curfew for eat. When he came home for my graduation, i invite him literally pizza and eat as much as he wants. I was 14 at the time. My cousin is married and happy now. Last time i talk with him sounds more happier than ever was. I told him: "live happy as we always promise, i will do the same".
I'm grateful that my parents didn't have any of these rules when I was growing up, almost all of these are considered a form of child abuse, in my opinion.
Once I was in my teens, I wasn't really allowed to leave the house except for school. I wasn't even allowed to go to other kids' houses to work on group projects - if we couldn't do them at school, people had to come over to our place where there was limited electricity and no internet. My older brother was a partier and a troublemaker in high school, and I think my parents were afraid I'd turn out the same. But it translated into me having no social skills until well into adulthood, because my only experience with people my own age outside of classes and school extracurriculars was the abrupt nest-leaving of college. Which went as poorly as you'd expect.
The whole "not telling kids where they're going on car rides" reminds me of a bad habit of my dad's: Me: What are you watching? Dad: A movie. Me: What's for dinner? Dad: Food. He would do this all the time. I'm not sure if he thought it was funny or if he just didn't want to tell me for whatever reason, but it drove me nuts. I often got back at him with this: Dad: How was school today? Me: Fine.
Anybody else disturbed by all the bathroom related ones. Like holding pee and poo can literally cause long term physical problems. Wouldnt be surprised if some of those kids have incontinence issues later in life/bad bladder infections
So this wasn't with my parents but rather with my grandma and papa, whom I had to stay with because of family reasons. Whenever I went to school, I had a no crying rule. I couldn't cry because of the literal abuse that would happen at home, I couldn't cry if I got hurt, I couldn't cry if my own dog died. It was so out of uncontrol and stupid, and the worse thing is that I was only 9 (in 4th grade if that matters). She assaulted me on multiple occasions and threatened to put me in foster homes as well. One time I came home crying though, I burned my leg hella bad on a motorcycle my papa owned. She kept on blaming me for it and that she was going to cry and that it was my fault that I hurt myself while my papa was trying to tell her to calm tf down saying he didn't warn me that the motorcycle was still hot. Ah fond memories with a psychopath. Who had a degree to be a psychologist as well!
@@jamiethal1319 lmao i was 9 years old i thought this was just okay, i didnt think it was worth mentioning cause no one asked. also it was almost 5 years ago. she was on hella drugs too so i never really thought to put her as the blame, plus i was scared of cps cus she told me abt foster care so :shrug: (also realized how badly written that was mb)
@@jamiethal1319 yeah im 14 atm, things are a ton better. i stay with my mom now and havent had real issues since I was 12 so yeah improvement has happened
Well, I wasn't allowed to go out of our house alone until I was 15, but this happened due to the fact I had a breathing condition, and I could end up being unable to breathe from time to time, so it was for my safety. Also, the city we live in is quite dangerous, so I understand why she was worried.
A lot of these stories, if not all of them, are just child abuse. I hope all the people in these threat are in a better place now and never have to have anything to do with their asshole parents
Don't play under toys light enough to push off myself because I "might get trapped;" not to play fantasy shaman by wearing a Styrofoam dino skull on my head (wtf??? Still clueless!); & don't hit the sofa! (No idea how she thought a tween's fists were going to damage seat cushions!) I grew up in an emotionally abusive home where I wasn't allowed to upset Mother. (Her rule.) All of my bad/self destructive behaviors are either things Mother conditioned me to do, or habits I'd taught myself to defy her.
Well, if she's still alive and you get bored, controlled sadism is a great stress reliever. You can worm your way back into her life and gaslight/betray/and manipulate her as a form of stress relief!
We have a No Locked Door rule at our house--always have. That only works because we also have a Respect a Closed Door rule. I don't want locks on the doors, because if there's ever an emergency I want to be able to get my kids out safely. The last lock went when they went through a game of throwing things into each other's rooms, and running back to lock themselves into their own. "Slam, bang, scream, pound." Nope, buh-bye locks. I can't imagine abusing a kid's privacy like some of these parents. Reading their diary, checking their phone, interrogating their friends--no. Just no. If I had a reason to be worried about them and talking didn't work, I might break that trust, but if I did I certainly wouldn't hold it against them if I didn't like what I found. I keep clicking on these videos, thinking I'm going to hear some mild stories that won't be that bad, then I hear straight up emotional abuse and traumatizing actions. I'm starting to understand why so many people in this world are downright messed up. Someone who goes through these torments might very well need an emotional support animal. They have a reason to be a snowflake. They don't know what reality is. They were broken before they left the nest.
I can justify interrogating their friends to make sure your kids aren't being bullies behind your back. As someone else put it, kids can be angels one moment and gremlins the next
@@lazyryan3766 "Interrogating"? It's fine to ask questions--and you should. "Hey, did my son offer you a seat on the bus?" "My daughter didn't tease you about that haircut, did she?" "Why aren't you two hanging out together anymore?" I can get more out of my own kids, because I KNOW them. "Why didn't you invite him to the party?" I also know they're not little angels.
@@lazyryan3766 If I see some animosity between my kid and his friends, yeah, I'll ask. Most friends won't volunteer that kind of information. I talked to my kids when they were younger; they're grown now. For the most part, they were the ones who got bullied. They each had their own turn to be....less than kind. I got a call from another mom, telling me my son had teased her son on the bus. He was a special needs kid, so you better believe I got involved--after apologizing to that mom. Me and my son had a long discussion. I had him write (he hates writing) an apology to the other boy, and told him to apologize in person. I told the mom, to please let me know if anything more happened. My son hadn't realized what he said had been hurtful, but he got the message. My daughter made some ugly comments about a new kid in band who kept getting in trouble. I knew from his mom that he was on the autism spectrum. I had a talk with her about how he wasn't in control of his behavior, and explained that she needed to be more patient with him. She got the message, and started to appreciate his quirks. It's important to be plugged in. My kids knew I didn't tolerate bullying and meanness. I also never believed they were angels. I'm pretty sure kids don't behave better at home than they do out of your sight.
Let’s just hope all these people no longer have any contact with their parents, these “parents” deserve to not have their kids by their side when they die
I feel that my Asian parents' style was a benefit to me. I remember that they were so paranoid about me doing chores, making me do so much just to care for them. They also needed me to find a place in an unknown city without a map during the last family trip before my study abroad. However, these 28 days are a piece of cake, as I found that I don't need to reach their requirements to be independent and safe. The bar expected for me is actually much lower than what my parents expected.
There are three lessons to be learned by this video: 1) strict parents breed sneaky children 2) strict parent view their children as property, not people 3) the level of controling behavior presented in every single one of the stories is not acceptable. It is all abuse.
There was this one time where I was in 4th grade, and I didn’t eat all of my lunch. When I told my parents my mom was fine with it but my dad fr said “if you don’t eat your lunch, then I’m grounding you for one month.” I didn’t believe it but I didn’t want to test my dad. But I was insanely annoyed for that stupid rule 💀
My Son has accused me and my wife of being "super strict", and his complaints was he had to do dishes, and vacuum once a week. Most of which was enforced after he was 18. He moved out at 26.
5:25, Story 11, a clear case of *child abuse*. Whacking children with a pipe until one of them says they did it is awful and uncalled for. The parents/guardians should be arrested. For new parents: what they should’ve done was asked all the kids, in the case the youngest are found out, tell them it’s bad and to not do it, in the case the oldest/middles are found out, tell them they should know better and their disappointment. If needed, ground them! Not hit them with a pipe/bamboo. This is abusive parenting at its worst. If you are experiencing the following, please call for help: Being hit, not allowed to eat anything, not allowed to drink anything, and being unfairly punished,
I was grounded about 95% of my entire childhood from like 3rd-4th grade to being a senior in high school. Cumulatively, I was grounded for many things. They took my door off the hinge because I made bad enough grades, or I shut it "too loud" (the walls were too thin). My stepdad always tossed my entire room because of one simple thing. I'd be tired; clean it up; then I only had time for dinner and a shower before bed. Of course, electronics were a No on both sides as I wouldn't sleep. Stupid thing was it was my Mother's sleep cursing, and other noises. My stepmom and I never got along when I was a kid. One of my punishments ingrained in my head was when I was starved as a kid for any type of social interaction. I could only come out to eat (on my own). Then, right back to the corner. I slept in the corner. 3. Whole. Days. My stepsister felt bad and handed me a Harry Potter book; I had it for all of 2 minutes before the other took it. Then, I was punished when she got home from her trip. What did I do? I accidentally broke a mug handle from her time in Iraq. I once kept my Mom's car out late as I wanted to get a shake for her. Silly me. I got berated for being gone so long by my stepdad. It didn't matter that I was doing something nice for MY MOM. I was like "you know what? I'm done. Just shut up. Goodnight." WELL, dude kicked down my door and dragged me by the hair and I just left. I only had 1 shoe. My Mom found me about a mile or two away and proceeded to take me to my Gradparents (her parents) who were more like my actual parents. My Grandpa and Grandma basically taught me most life skills and I never thought I was a burden to them. Even when I told them what happened, they were something like, "you aren't going back until you get an apology, and assurances of non-retaliation." Well, my Mom gave them their assurances but turned around and said as we were close to home, "you're grounded for 2 weeks." That was extended for basically a month and a half because I was I mad about the whole thing my teachers called bullshit on my Mom's parent note and called DCS. Apparently, it's a crime to be mad about basically being nice and getting grounded as an after effect of a shitty response. I have more stories. I had my head shaved when I was expelled for a complete deranged teachers' misunderstanding of what I said. Took away my social media. I got welts and indentions in my butt (I was 16 when that happened) to the point the nerve is actaully partially damaged, so I cannot sit for longer periods in the same spot. I didn't understand some things with school; I was homeschooled in a foriegn country. My list goes on. One extreme and another. Both my parents had conflicting rules. I was caught in the middle and basically on my own.
The strictness of my parents cranked up to 11 when I hit 18, and between the last year of high school and the beginning of my freshman year of university, a lot of really strange “rules” popped up. He also told me I needed to make straight A’s or else I’d be severely punished, though it was more of a vague threat than something tangible. The most reasonable one I can think of was that my brother and I couldn’t go home or even enter our home town for the first month at university, given one exception for an annual big event I was allowed to attend that happened to fall during that month. I understood the reasoning behind it: I needed to establish myself in my new “home”. But things were still weird. I was interrogated by my father when I first turned 18, senior year of high school, whether or not I was sexually active. I told him honestly, “no” since I had so many activities going on that I didn’t want that sort of relationship on my plate at the time. My dad was furious for some reason, opposite of the pride I thought he’d have in me being his daughter. He wanted me to go to the bar down the street and come home with a man THAT NIGHT, and that he would be leaving the house empty with the liquor cabinet open for me to “socially lubricate” before I left. I spent the evening inside, on the couch playing video games and sketching. I was in no rush to start worrying about adult activities of that nature and I waited with my boyfriend for a long time before we took that step. I’m proud of it. I am happily married and boring as hell, proud of it too.
In my experience it's not so much that we weren't allowed to ask where we were going, but every time we ask we were where we were going, we were always met with "crazy". That was actually my dad's go to Dad joke.
A friend of mine’s step mom was fairly strict. I never saw her scream or take stuff away, but my friend did tell me she hated being over at her dad’s because of her stepmom and would call my house to stay over any chance she could to get away from her stepmom. I don’t like sleep overs, and after I told her that she said oh ok, and got distant from me. I also saw the one time her stepmom actually did yell at her and hit her. Maybe I should’ve just sucked it up and let her stay over, but we were in high school. I did come out as ace to her and she seemed to understand and become the friend I remember. It’s sad how many kids get taken from their parents because of abuse mistaken as being strict. A friend is a foster parent and she’s told me so many stories of parents being overly strict. One kid, who was like 8 at the time, broke down crying because he knocked over a plastic cup and spilled milk everywhere. He ran and hid in the bathroom screaming that he didn’t mean it and not to hurt him. Turned out his mom would beat him bloody for knocking over a cup or even dropping a pea sized speck of food on the counter. I’m glad he never went home and that mom went to jail with no more kids.
The one about the children changing fast when there dad tried to get in the room was not just harsh rules but straight up sexual harassment and pedophilia
My parents weren't that strict but in high school computer time was a privilege. If I had a test the next day, no computer time and homework must be done before dinner. I almost couldn't go to homecoming sophomore year because of getting a bad grade for the quarter. But I promised my parents that I'll do better next quarter and they still let me go to Homecoming. I did better second quarter but studying for finals were a pain even though they told me to not cram or overdo it.
My parents didn't want me to kiss my boyfriend...until I was married to him. I actually love my parents, and my boyfriend honored my request. He heckin loved me. We would sometimes talk in his car, and while he was dropping me off at home, my younger sister was furious. She flashed the porch light at us. She was paranoid beyond belief and even though we confronted her about it she kept doing it. She was patronizing as heck. She also had a boyfriend at the time, and she would go out of state to see. Double standards anyone?! My significant other was really starting to have hurt feelings. There were so many romantic moments that he wanted to kiss me and couldn't. We were engaged when I asked him to kiss me. He said that we spent so long not kissing that it would be a shame to give up two months away from our wedding. We had our first kiss on our wedding day and my Dad cheered. I made a comment to my parents about how it was like them, and how they saved their kiss for their wedding day. To which my Mom says "Uhh, no? I was old enough to kiss. I wasn't going to wait any longer." She said it like it should've been obvious. AHHHHH. I WAS 24!!! What also hurt a ton were that guests at the wedding were confused that we hadn't kissed. One of them questioned me about the authenticity of our relationship and had huge worries for me. He is the love of my life and I wouldn't trade him for the WORLD. The only real plus is that we have a gorgeous picture of our first kiss. I will not be teaching my kids the same thing.
Never been more glad to have my parents. My parents are quite strict but not nearly as strict as this. When I do something wrong, I get punished. If I do something right, I get (ugh, I’m blanking, I am not scolded tho). I feel so sorry for everyone with pure evil parents. You’ll have your own freedom one day…
look, im still very young not even an adult and i think about the most fair and best ways to treat my future child because of stuff like this and my own parents.
So I lived with my parents until my late 20s until I could afford my own place, and things were usual ok, except for not being able to do my own laundry. There was also one time I was watching UA-cam videos with a female friend when my mom walked past telling me to keep my door open. My friend and I looked at each other and her with confusion...not only because we were just friends but also because I was 19 and she was 20
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IMHO: practically every single one of these constitutes child abuse. Not "almost" child abuse. Full-fledged child abuse.
i kinda get why spanking is illegal now, not because of the older parent that had used all their resources and they used it as the last option, but because of the narcissistic perfectionist that couldn't wait for a moment of error
Story #11 is very annoying to hear
@@bobross6420 I was born and grew up in the States, but I've lived in Europe for almost all my adult life. I think it's that perspective that makes my hackles rise whenever an American refers to "spanking". The term is a euphemism for an adult physically assaulting a child. Call it what it is: beating.
Happens in every discussion about strict parents. Most people should never be allowed to have kids. I used to think it was only some people who shouldn't, but now I'm not so sure.
If my parents had done any of the things mentioned in these stories I would have gone no-contact as soon as I could. Too many people believe there's something sacred about family and children owe parents endless forgiveness and acceptance. None of us asked to be born, and if someone ends up with parents who are total a-holes, they should be shunned just as much as we'd shun any other a-hole we ever encountered. (BTW, I'm a parent and a boomer, not a bitter, entitled teen.)
Remeber future parents. Rules like this are the fast pass to your kids never talking to you as soon as they can leave home.
I'm a parent, and our principle with our kid from the very start was that the only rules which would apply to her would be ones which had clear, reasonable justifications (safety and not behaving like a selfish little asshole being the main ones). From the time she was very small, we always tried to explain to her why we wanted her to do or not do something, rather than just barking, "No!" or shouting at her. We never hit her, and the worst punishment she ever got when she was small was being sent to her room for a little while. She's in the middle of her teen years now, and she's a caring, confident, friendly person who likes spending time with us and talks to us about all kinds of stuff I would never have discussed with my parents.
@@allanmason3201 Thats good parenting and a perfect example of why harsh and strict parenting can leave you with the opposite of what you were trying to acheive.
@@allanmason3201 Sounds like my approach. I reacted to my father's "because I say so" (and "because I say so and if you ask me again I will hit you") by always explaining everything to my son, whether he needed it or not! He's in his 30s now, and said to me a couple of years ago, "I may not have agreed with all your decisions, but I always knew why you'd made them." I was happy with that, and am very happy that he still wants to talk to me. I didn't want to talk to my father!
@@lesleyvivien2876 Warms my heart. I am the one in my family tasked with breaking the cycle. It stops here. These stories are really encouraging.
@@arsenal4444 It's a wonderful feeling, knowing that you've made an important change - like making my child feel (I hope) safe, and not afraid of me. Oh and definitely absolutely not hitting him.
I hope you feel as proud as you deserve to.
A lot of the parents in these stories aren't strict, they're just straight up abusive.
Same thing
@@versatileduplicity9313 being strict and being abusive are two different things.
@@wolfieisacat13 no it isn’t !! Abusive is high level. Strict is more mellow. No parent should be to damn strict. I mean come on.
@@versatileduplicity9313 strict is telling your kid they can't have sweets within 30 minutes before dinner.
abusive is telling your child they can't have sweets.
@@wolfieisacat13 strict is not allowing your child to breathe. You can’t have a girlfriend before 18, gotta be in the bed at 16 by 9 pm, going over the child’s homework even when they know how to do it. Strict a lack of faith and insecurity because of pettiness. Strict is extreme and makes the child not want to talk to you when they get their own place !!
1:34 when I was 14, I suspected my mother was going through my stuff while I was at school.
I wrote a fake diary where I suggested I was secretly gay and planted it.
She took the bait and got really smug and kept hinting at it.
This was a useful diversion and kept her feeling superior for years until I had enough of the insinuations.
I knew, based on the nasty little jokes she made, that she also read my search history, so I searched "I think my mum might be gay".
The next day she treated me with the utmost contempt and her pride was clearly wounded.
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I’ve commented this on similar videos but basically my mother wasn’t allowed to eat sugar for her entire childhood. Obviously she got a tiny bit from fruit, tea, and the like, but no dessert, no candy, no drinks with added sugar, not even white bread. My grandmother (mom’s mom) has some sort of undiagnosed anxiety and as a result she controlled my mother’s diet until she could move out. Well, rules like this do not work and now my mother has a sugar addiction and has health problems as a result.
Dang you'd think there'd only be positive, but they straight up removed every opportunity to build personal willpower to not give into temptations in the food category - what was never taught was never learned.
To share a story that's an opposite to this one, my best friend and his sister weren't allowed to have sugar until they moved out of the house. They both agree with their mom even today that sugar is as bad for the body as tobacco is so they still don't eat it at all. However, they do drink a lot. They also weren't allowed to drink alcohol until they moved out, or until they turned the legal age to do so, whichever came first. Their families and relatives also drink a lot. It leads me to believe that there's a genetic component at play when it comes to additions.
That just all around sounds like a sad as hell situation for all parties involved your grandmother was anxious and afraid of her daughter getting hurt by sugar or probably something along those lines which resulted in your mother getting a sugar addiction and several health problems its a sad situation all around
@@georgiepig5726 it is, and unfortunately my grandmother never sought out professional help so she’s still dealing with the severe anxiety unmedicated to this day
One of my coworkers tried to raise her children to eat fruits and healthy treats instead of sweets. She basically tried to have her children not know about sweets. That worked untill preschool. Some other kids got some sweets with their lunch and shared them with hers. After that her kids kept on asking for shweets and chocolate. She was REALLY pissed at the preschool for alloweing sweets to be brought in, but after a while she gave in and allows a small amount of sweets.
All of this rules aren’t unreasonable. They’re downright child abuse. If I knew someone who thought that physically abusing their children is an acceptable form of punishment, gloves are off. Child abuse is one of the things that pisses me off the most, because it shows that parents who abuse their children clearly don’t deserve to be parents.
My dad made a rule that I couldn't own a car until I was 18. I bought my first car when I was 16 (it was a modified 2009 Toyota FJ Cruiser) & my dad made the rule because he was jealous, but it was the last thing he'd ever admit.
When I asked why the rule existed, he first said it was because "I wasn't mature enough." Then, when I was 17, his excuse was "the lift kit is too high up & it's meant for adults like him, & not me."
When my 18th birthday came, I was driving to school & got pulled over. The officer was saying I was driving a "stolen vehicle," which confused me. I showed him my registration papers & he told me somebody registered the vehicle under a different name. When I got home, I learned my dad lied to the DMV & changed the registration to be under his name.
Long story short: my dad stole my first car because he was jealous
What the hell 😐 PPL like this are not fit to parent. I have a narcissist father so I can totally relate.
Only if I could beat the f outta parents like that 🤬🤬🤬
That dad is a JERK
Bruh, did you ever get the registration changed back to your name?
I get the whole couldn't drive until 18 thing, driving is a privilege after all. But your father registering your car in his name, basically stealing your car, that's a big no no. I hope you were able to get your car registered back in your name, taking something out of jealousy is usually not a very good thing to do.
why did these parents decide to have children if they treat them like this
Control.
@@supotter377 disgusting,
but yeah clearly compensating for having no control over their own lives
Power trips just some pity dick activities
They're insecure so they need some way to feel better about theirselves
because they fucked up in their own life so they want someone to put the blame on
For me the rule was basically that I was responsible for my parent’s emotions. Like literally “you made mom/dad _____”. They also never had a consistent set of rules, so what I wouldnt get punished for one day I would the next.
And they wonder why I went no contact
Ugh that sucks, I'm sorry. That's pretty emotionally abusive. Your parents never learned they're responsible for the way they react to things :/
My dad's family is also this way to some extent. My dad would always blame my mom for bad things that he had done to her, when my sister hits me he ignores it but when I fight back, he screams at me. In fact, just a minute ago from me writing this, my dad came into my room and wined to me that I'm "preventing him from going to bed", even though it is someone else who is talking on the phone in his room, not me. He doesn't really like to take responsibility for his actions, and when he does blame other people, it is usually not the person who did the thing.
@@IAmNotABedwarsSweat I feel very sorry for you. People like these are just pure evil…
I grew up with basically the same, having to treat a parent like you’re dealing with a child blows
When I was in middle school, the Harry Potter books were really popular. I had a friend whose parents were beyond strict and checked her room constantly for "contraband." One day her dad came over to my house and practically threw the fourth Harry Potter book at me and started lecturing me about how I was a bad example to his daughter by lending her books I knew him and her mother would never have approved of. I remember looking at the book and being really confused, because I hadn't lent her any of the Harry Potter books for the very reason that I knew her parents would freak out. I was just like, "oh, um, sorry," and closed the door in his face. When I looked at the inside of the book, it was a LIBRARY BOOK. He hadn't even looked through the book, just assumed it must have been mine because my mom had made her opinion about book censorship clear to the people of our church, which was that she thought they were all keeping their children deliberately ignorant of the real world. I told my mom about it later and showed her the book and she was LIVID. I remember the call she made to my friends dad, telling him off for lecturing me about a book that wasn't even mine and how dare he think he had the right to parent her child just because he didn't agree with how she and my dad were choosing to parent. His complaint that I had been "disrespectful" fell on deaf ears since Mom felt like he shouldn't have been lecturing me outside of her presence. She refused to tell him who the book actually belonged to, though, and later told me it was because she figured he'd ban his daughters from going to the library if she did. Yeah, that family had some pretty serious issues, not going to lie.
I had a loose friend in high school who was also banned from reading Harry Potter. I told him be smart and just read it school, never take it home or let it leave his locker. I enjoyed 'corrupting' that kid. Later found out his mother wanted him to go and become a priest, but now he's a bisexual solar panel tech expert who volunteers at children's hospitals by dressing as a stormtrooper from Star Wars.
My mom would go through my phone and bedroom randomly/whenever she was mad and delete stuff she found "inappropriate" (games, books i had downloaded, all of which were completely appropriate). She did this until i was 13 and diagnosed with severe anxiety. Im still scared that she'll go through my phone.
her (probably): "Hmmm, what's this 'roblox'? It is inappropriate now because it has the letter B in its name
My mother believed that school was the most important thing to do while growing up.
I remember one time I was deathly Ill with the flu. I was running a 102 degrees fever and coughing uncontrollably. I begged my mom to let me stay home and rest.
She forced me to go to school. (I was 11 or 12 years old ).
She literally pulled me out of bed, made me shower and get ready for school.
We lived a mile from the school. The school bus would only go to the city limits, so since we lived in the country we had to walk to and from school.
The school bus wouldn’t pick us up at the county line bc we lived in the country.
So I had to walk up hill for the entire mile to school.
By 10am the school called my mother and told her that my fever was 102 and I was too sick to go to school and to come pick me up.
My mother told the school that she felt that since I was able to walk up hill all the way to school, then I could walk all the way home bc it was down hill.
I walked home and crawled into bed to sleep.
After mom got home from work she was upset bc She was embarrassed that the school had to call her bc I was so sick and what would people think about her for sending a sick kid to school.
I told her that if she would have listened to me that morning and let me stay home, then the school wouldn’t have had to call her.
The next day she took me to the Dr.
I had walking Pneumonia. The Dr wrote a note that I had to be out of school for at least 2 weeks.
She then went to the school to get homework for me so I wouldn’t fall behind.
The school gave me 5 pages of homework, ( 1 page for each class).
As soon as I finished them, she said, “Well if you’re well enough to get your homework done, then you’re well enough to go back to school”.
She took me to school the next day and dropped me off.
The school once again called her and told her to pick me up bc the Dr said that I couldn’t return for at least 2 weeks and that I’d need another note from the Dr releasing me to come back to school. I was out of school for almost a month.
After that, every time I was sick I’d tell my mom that I didn’t feel well enough to go to school, she’d let me stay home.
I had always liked school and always wanted to go… well, until I went through puberty.
I didn’t start ditching school until after I got my drivers license and knew someone who would buy booze for me and friends 😁.
But then I’d usually only ditch on Mondays when I was too hungover to go to school.
C’mon, we were all 16 once 😂.
Parents that just overlook the most serious illnesses and make you do things that might worsen it are some of the worst. I have major respect to you for surviving that part of your life.
When I had walking pneumonia my mom made me run a loop around the yard (to be fair, neither of us knew what it was at first) and then I spent the rest of the day on the couch trying not to die.
Wow an entire episode of "guess who's going to the retirement home"
More like the state home one wouldn’t put their dog in
I wasn’t allowed to talk to other kids my age because of germs. I was homeschooled in a retirement neighborhood. Now I’m 15 and lonely
sorry
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Im 15! Just know that there is another kid your age who is looking out for ya. Love from Michigan ❤
I wonder how many of these kids are still in touch with their parents. Our only rules as a kid was keep our bedrooms tidy, so only play with the next toy, if we had cleared away whatever we were using before then. Oh, and do the dishes. We’d get reminded if we forgot to do the dishes before mom got home, but never punished. I don’t think I was ever punished by my parents. As a result, I felt safe coming to my parents with everything. Also, after my parents divorced, my mom, brother and I were more like a team. We knew it was difficult for her.
Most of these are full on child abuse!
I envy you
@@alexrobbins4566
Luckily I knew already as a kid that my mom (and dad) were a lot less strict than other parents. Both my brother and myself grew up to be quite successful because of, or despite of this. I’m leaning to “because of this”. I wish more people understood that being nasty to people and in particular to kids, usually results in the opposite of what you want to happen.
She was a great mom, but sadly passed away far too young.
Well the parents would be thrown into the retirement castle or shady oaks
@@_JoyceArt sorry to hear that.
Rip
I know that I don't want to have any contact with my mom when i finally move out and i told her that. She said that it doesn't matter cause she knows that she's doing it for my good. No mate, lack of privacy resulted in anxiety, criticizing how i look in low self esteem and now she's trying to control what and when i do anything, don't think that one is gonna end up well either
My parents were strict when we were young: severely limited screen time, overdressing for everything, no sleepovers, hard bedtime. If we broke these rules we would get yelled at a lot or a ruler/spatula to the knuckles.
But once my brother and I were teenagers, which happened during the pandemic, she softened up a lot. I thinks it’s cause we proved we were ready to have our hands let go and she trusts us. Now I’m allowed to do mostly what I want, even planning things with my friends last minute, as long as I’m achieving good grades in school. It feels very freeing.
Your mother might know you can go to the police for being hit and that's why she stopped because you and your brother have become old enough to know this.
I have a friend whose parents stopped hitting him only when he grew to be big enough to physically fight back. One day he just snapped and attacked his father in retribution and actually overpowered him. He didn't live with his parents for too long after that, he didn't really spend time at home even as a 15 year old.
The story about the father who burns his kid's stuff really got to me. Seriously, what is wrong with that a**hole? That punishment isn't just stupid and harsh. It's downright psychotic.
Also, the parents in story #17? Thank God and all that's holy that they weren't mine because that surely would have made my life a living hell.
I thought my parents are bad. After seeing this video, I'm extremely lucky to have them. Thank you for making me appreciate that.
same tbh. My parents were pretty lax when I was young, minus no bloody games.
Someone needed to call police on some of those parents
imagine your dad hears you watching bill nye and the intro plays, so he throws out the tv
these are the same parents that wonder why their child never comes over to visit lmao
My mom refused to let me watch TV when I was sick. She would say that if you're too sick to do chores, you're too sick to watch TV. I sprained my wrist in Gym class once, and she pulled the same thing. Fortunately, I was only at her house every other weekend, and my dad was far less strict.
My mom was the same way and then sometimes had my brother do chores when he was sick. Watching stuff like Netflix or UA-cam takes your mind off the nausea for awhile
@@alicetheneko7529 It's also just incredibly backwards. Chores involves being up, active, and working hard, while watching TV can be done laying down on the couch with a nice large water bottle and some chicken soup
When I was a child in the 1960's, if i was ill enough to warrant staying off school and thus had to be confined to bed, I wasn't allowed toys or books in my bedroom with me but was simply expected to lie there and rest/sleep all the time so I would get better quicker. I thus avoided telling Mum I didn't feel well if at all possible, And we had no central heating in those days either so i had to stay snuggled under the bedclothes to keep warm too !
I had a few crazy rules. My grandpa has some sort of autism. He's brilliant, hardworking, and can't deal with people at all. When he had to take me grocery shopping, he made me put items in order in the cart and on the belt and back into the cart. He randomly said he was a doctor while we were checking out once. I was like? Okay. He wouldn't let me buy cheap products but only the name brand. I could go on awhile. He still has a grudge with me because I told him I wasn't buying an air conditioner unit for the group home I live in, and that mine was fine, just old. One perk is that we have temperature controls in each room.
How long has he been holding that grudge?
I think he doesn't want another Ohio cookie in his house. (obligatory skull emoji 💀)
Some of these parents are horribly abusive both physically and mentally. I hope that the victims of abusive parents get help for any PTSD that they suffer from.
Proof that some folks just don't seem to get that teaching their child to be independent is what they are supposed to be doing. You don't do it by not letting your child do anything.
And that being strict should PREVENT you from doing evil/moronic things, and be just a tool in your loving relationship.
My parents spanked me and my sister, and forced me to clean, denied us food until we finished cleaning. Beat us for getting a bad grade, to the point where my nose bled. And called me an idiot every time I leave a few crumbs on the ground while sweeping, sometimes yelling at me for there being stuff where I hadn't swept.
And last but not least, forbidding me and my sister from going outside because it's "dangerous", then calling me and me sister fat because we didn't go outside (for obvious reasons).
Not a rule but a punishment. I was grounded because I never had enough friends over. Their rationale was that I never had enough friends over, so they never got to meet my friends parents, so they never became friends with said parents, so it was my fault my parents didn't have any friends.
That's some crazy mental gymnastics
Huh?
See parents act like this and do shit like this then question why their kid hates them or wont/barely talk to them later in life. Ill never understand it. Lol
I get what you are saying... but I guess that's one of the things one might finally understand if one becomes a parent. I'm sure parenting is way harder than we think it is when we are not the ones doing the parenting.
@@rodriguezelfeliz4623 Im well aware Parenting is not easy, but its like this video is living proof why you should never go overboard, like destroying their stuff, invading their privacy constantly, having completely unreasonable rules, or being way too controlling. It can really screw up a kids mental state and especially make them resentful and hateful of you as a parent. A lot of parents these days, especially of the older generations really do not understand that what happens to a kid in their childhood can seriously affect how they turn out as an adult.
I dont think you are defending these people but its pretty easy to not do anything that was mentioned in this video. VERY EASY
@@Duneblaze1996 yes yes, you are 100% right... I'm not trying to justify the things in the video (they're literally abuse in many cases). I'm just saying that parents are only humans and they also need a lot of help. A lot of times as kids we blame our parents for a lot of things, but when you become an adult you can gain perspective and realize that a lot of times they were scared, confused and barely holding on... and that leads to mistakes in parenting, which have lasting consequences
@@rodriguezelfeliz4623 you slow
Invasive parents when they find out that puberty is a natural process and kids going through it will experiment with their body and it is perfectly healthy and natural: 😮
I wasn't allowed to talk at home as a kid unless asked a direct question or unless guests were around. I also had to stay in my room. When guests came by I was to greet them ask how they were and then to go to my room. I wasn't allowed to talk to the opposite sex or to attend school socials, dances or prom. It wasn't until I brought it up with a psychologist that I learned this wasn't normal, it made me very very depressed.
Man seeing this kind of stuff Just make me value my parents even more, I feel so bad for these people, I wish I could spit some truths in the face of these parents
Parents: no dating
Also parents: where grandchildren?
Also that grandma should've gone to a care home instead of controlling the household hope she's now with god
Why would God want toxic waste?
Hope she's enjoying her eternal torture in hell.
That's always hilarious to me... those parents that get all bent out of shape about dating and sex while their kids are teens. But then as soon as said kids are over 21, then apparently their purpose in life is to give their parents grandkids to dote on.
@@bearnaff9387 it would be ironic she was sent to hell
@@scailliet the only grandchildren they will get are ones that walk on all fours and covered in hair
This may not be as unreasonable as some other stories but I'm not allowed to go outside alone. And I don't mean like going shopping or going to the library alone. I can't even go out to the mailbox without someone else. My dad has cameras all throughout the house. Basically everywhere except the bedrooms and the bathrooms. And if I go outside without someone to watch me he explodes in borderline verbal abuse and gives me a story about kids being kidnapped and never found. I understand his worry about my safety but it feels like he needs to cut the umbilical cord.
I don't know a single person in my neighborhood. I homeschool so I don't have a single friend my age. I can't even sit on the patio without a screaming fight. And even when someone does watch me we can't go out far without telling him and I can't wear sweatpants outside. Only jeans.
I don't know if I'm over reacting but I feel like I have no independence. Definitely not as bad as these stories. But sometimes i wish I could take a walk down the street to destress!
Your dad is treating you like a pet not a child
The degree of isolation you're being forced to endure, aside from making you a victim for future abusers, is suspicious. Is there anyone else you could be being hidden from?
Destroy the cameras and let him wake up in terror at your presence at the end of his bed until his behavior improves. These are the minimal reasonable responses to your situation. Use your violence and remember that they will have to sleep eventually. These are not rules that you are supposed to follow, they are a goad meant to make you stand up for yourself and put the terror where it belongs, in the heart of others. Once you choose to be free, remember that you can only be killed, nothing short of that has the power to actually stop you - anything done _to_ you can be good cause to get REALLY fucked up on someone.
Sorry to tell you this but this sounds just as bad as the story’s in the video…
You are not overreacting. Your dad is.
That sounds really tough. I have a mid-teen daughter who's home educated, but we try to make sure she has the opportunity to spend time with kids with her age, both IRL and online. I have to say, though, that she finds the vast majority of kids her age a pain in the backside; she's far more comfortable dealing with adults. I'm convinced that most kids are screwed up by school. Their personalities are distorted by spending a huge chunk of their time with a bunch of immature, often stupid and frequently completely irrational young people. They waste so much energy trying to figure out how to cope with each other, how to be popular, why someone has said something nasty to them, and basically worrying about all sorts of trivial crap. And all the time, they have to conform to a bunch of rules that exist to make it easy for the adults to control them.
Basically, school is seriously overrated, and many people look back on their time in school as one of the worst periods in their life since so many kids are fundamentally selfish, stupid little asshats.
I can't offer any suggestions on how you should deal with your father's paranoia; it sounds like he's a very fearful person for some reason. It's not your responsibility to help him develop a more healthy and realistic attitude towards the world, and I imagine he wouldn't even listen to you even if you tried. He is who he is, and I think your focus should be on getting through this phase of your life as smoothly as you can. It may feel like you're going to be stuck at home forever, but you won't. Maybe you should try to figure out some long-term goals for what you'll do when you're finally free, and aim to do a little work towards them every day.
Growing up, I lived with my brother's grandma. I couldn't close my door to my room, so I had to get dressed in the bathroom. I was never allowed to watch TV during school days and only for a little while on Saturday and never on Sunday because I had school on Monday. I couldn't talk on the phone for more than 15 minutes and never after 9 (back when my friend's phones were free after 9). I wasn't allowed any after-school activities unless it was jrotc in high school (I really wanted to try my hand at everything after going years without being able to). Over the summer, I had to read the dictionary to "prepare me for the next school year". I couldn't straighten my hair because my brother's grandma said if I did, I'd end up pregnant. Wasn't allowed to shave, wear makeup, earrings, nail polish, or chapstick. I could never hang out with my friends after school or go to any of the sleepovers I was invited to. I wasn't allowed my own cell phone, even when I went to drill meets with jrotc, but my mom snuck me one anyway. I wasn't allowed to wear skirts or shorts to school or anywhere unless it was to church and only skirts that were floor length. If I were to wear shorts out, she wouldn't buy me regular girl's ones, she'd get them from the men's section and it was wear that or wear jeans. I couldn't wear any open toe shoes outside of the house, even during the summer. I couldn't get a job in high school or my learner's permit (said I wasn't asked to get it until I was 18). In 6th grade, she refused to get my glasses replaced after I lost them and I went 6 years struggling in class because my eyesight was worsening. During meals, I wasn't allowed anything to drink until I finished eating everything.
God...I am so sorry
How was she your brothers grandmother and not yours? Was she abusive towards your brother as well? Why didn’t your mother try to stop her?
Wow, the grandmother should've been a drill sargeant
@@jamiethal1319 I'm assuming the brother is their half brother
@@jamiethal1319 my brother is my half brother. My mom went into the military after graduating and wanted us to stay together, so his grandmother had legal guardianship over us
From a kid and into my adulthood when my family would go on car rides or vacations ( vacations were always driven to ) my dad would drive as long as possible & not stop for anyone to go to the bathroom ( 3 to 5 hours ). Even to the point of supposedly missing exits. My brother & I would be in so much pain.
This ended when my Moms dad was with my parents on a trip & had a MASSIVE Explosion 💩 in the back seat. To top it off they were driving through the desert 🌵 . 😂🤣😂🤣
Sometimes a parent just has to get a massive talking to from their father-in-law
I grew up with hippy parents, and my siblings and I have learning disabilities. So The only real roles we had when I was a kid were no candy in the house whatsoever, only an hour of tv/electronics time, no deleting/turning off find my phone, and unless you were at a friend's house, you had to eat with the family. The rest of the rules were different depending on the kid. I had to go to my bed by 8:30 (not necessarily fall asleep), but my older brothers just had to stay quiet till 10:00. Or my oldest brother and I had to leave our brother alone when he was doing home Work.
Very reasonable rule:
When we reached 10 years old we were allowed
to order for ourselves in restaurants
to get our first bikes
to start learning to drive a car (on grandma's hay field!)
to stay up past 9p.m. on Sunday (a school night) to watch TV or whatever (in bed by 10 p.m.)
a bunch of other stuff.
No whining until then. It just worked for us.
Made turning 10 (a DOUBLE NUMBER) really important! 😂
So, it wasn't "someday you'll be allowed to ...". There was a definite date.
when that happened your parents blessed you
Sounds reasonable
Mine is that for no reason. I can't touch any medicine bottles, and all the medicine jars are scattered around my house hidden, so I don't find them. Which sucks cause once I was having horrendous cramps, couldn't call my mom, and neither find the medicine I needed to take the cramps away until hours later when my mom came home from work. The reason for this rule is kinda my fault, though I've already been twice in the ICU from overdosing on pill jars. I'm in a better place mentally now, though we've gotten a cat, and she's been improving me to be better and live for her. And to anyone thinking about doing something dumb as I did, please go see a therapist and talk to them about it or to someone whom you can trust.
My step-mom tried to do the car thing with me and my step-brothers but I made that a nightmare for her and still do by just talking to my brothers and depate on where we go until we end up in an argument and the whole ride gets awkward, she also has given me many different mental attacks one of which I was able to control long enough to get outside and get some fresh air, my whole step-family minus my brothers can eat my right sock for how racist, and discusting they are, I also got praise from my dad for steping out of the house (im sure he could tell I was ready to catch a carge).
I was only allowed two hours a week on the computer. This rule was in place for over a decade. Plus my mom tilted a picture with a glass pane on the other side of the house so she could see what I was doing while she was seated in her chair
EDIT: I forgot, also I was not allowed to play video games unless they didn't involve sitting, so a lot of DDR. Mind you my older siblings had been allowed regular early video games, but not me
I was like "two hours a day doesn't seem bad"... and then I re-read 💀
It’s the same for me, currently
@simpilot001 Well, from experience all I can really say is it will get better. I still get super paranoid about people being behind me when I'm on my computer, and I stuck at using most controllers when I play video games now, but at least I get to do them. Having a very supportive Fiancée who will actually make me sit down and remind me that I'm allowed to just play video games also helps
@@GiGitteru yeah, I got really good at learning my mom's morning schedule so I could sneak more time in the morning
@@lilinthia well I’m glad you have that freedom for your self now. Honestly I just don’t tell my parents, they’re not very good at figuring it out
This video reminds me to love my parents for acting like sane people.
And me for thinking that my mom is too strict sometimes.
the solution: have every adult who wants to have a child do a test every 3 years to see if they qualify to be parents. If they have a kid but never took the test, they would have to give up the kid. Have a kid but your parent-qualification-card (which will always be kept either on you or in your wallet) is expired? Better hurry and take the test again, or else! Are you found to be guilty of child abuse? Your PQC is revoked permanently! Modern(ish) problems require modern solutions.
It’s insane how cruel and straight up abusive some of these parents can be. Makes me so glad I have such loving and great parents.
my parents are extremely strict and its hard to write down just one thing but basically anything that my mom didn't like was automatically deemed to be "of the devil." no pokemon. nothing with dragons. no harry potter. nothing with rock n roll, (and i'm mean barney the dinosaur type rock n roll) etc...i was not allowed to watch any disney live-actions sitcoms (hannah montana, etc...) or a lot of popular cartoons because they were "bad" (courage the cowardly dog, ed edd n eddy, chowder, powerpuff girls, rugrats, spongebob, teletubbies, grim adventures of billy and mandy, caillou etc..) with cartoons i was allowed to watch, my mom made a list of each episode i watched, detailing what was "bad" in the episode. episodes with 'bad" things in it, like a character saying "stupid", or a character doing something that was deemed "inappropriate", i couldn't watch that episode anymore and this happened when i was in my teens. the word "stupid" was basically treated like a curse word. when we finally got internet in 2010 we weren't allowed on youtube because there were "bad" videos on there. i was not allowed to be around anything that was deemed a bad influence. i was not allowed to go inside my friends' houses because their parents were deemed a bad influence by my parents because their lifestyle was different. my parents lifestyle was deemed to be the only correct lifestyle. my parents went through my search history on my laptop every night and had to know the password to that and to my phone. they always expected me to do something bad on them. i was never allowed privacy as a kid because "there's no reason for a kid to have privacy." i was not allowed to have my own thoughts and opinions because i was just a kid so they didn't matter. i'm 22 now and still controlled by my parents. my parents hate cursing and won't let me watch, listen, or read anything with language. anytime my mom hears any type of curse word, from damn to f*ck, she throws a whole fit. she's almost 50. we only own kids movies at my house. the other day i tried buying a rated M game and my mom threw a whole fit about it. i couldn't shave when going through puberty. i went to a private christian school so it was very embarrassing going to school in a skirt with gorilla legs. anytime i go shopping with my mom and I say I like *insert clothing item here*, she'll give her own opinion on it if she doesn't like it and if she doesn't like it i can't buy it. they were very strict with my clothing choices as a kid. i couldn't wear shorts by themselves, i had to wear black opaque tights with them (because i would attract the wrong kind of attention), even in 90+ degree fahrenheit weather. no crop tops, no vneck cut shirts and if i wore a vneck cut shirt, it had to be with an undershirt, even if it showed a millimeter of cleavage because it would attract the wrong kind of attention.
Edit: I forgot to mention I wasn't allowed to trick or treat most of my childhood. The last time I trick or treated was when I was 5. My grandparents told my parents halloween was "satan's holiday" so I didn't trick or treat anymore after that. But they they never stopped passing out candy to all the kids in the neighborhood. So for the rest of my childhood, I spent every halloween looking out the window in the house, watching my parents pass out candy to every kid in the neighborhood. The craziest thing now is my grandparents have been going all out for halloween after I grew up, they absolutely love it. This whole thing still doesn't make sense to me.
I am so sorry.
Please move out and live your own life. I’m sure you love your parents, but they are psychopaths and are ruining your life actively.
Maybe if you try to beat your parents up, and keep going no matter how badly you get beat, they'll realize they're doing more harm than good
The “is from the devil” thing is a cult like behavior & makes me despise any religion that has to be Involved with the devil being bad.
this is borderline child abuse
Sad realization when most of these apply to your own crappy childhood. Parents. Gotta love them.
Edit: since some were wondering: No, I do not talk to them anymore and they only are allowed to see my children under my supervision for a couple of hours every once in a couple of months. They sometimes ask why they can't have my children over, but boy, some really fucked up shit happened when I was under their "care". This also stings the most: That these people obviously think that they are the best parents ever and that they totally deny any abuse. Things like beating or locking you up were utterly NECESSARY since you were a "difficult child". They Just HAD to do this.
Fuck that: If 100% of all offspring you ever set into the world refuse to keep in contact with you, there is a 100% chance you are a cruel asshat without any empathy and you suck at parenting. No excuse.
You give no details, but the bit about your parents denying stuff which you know happened (gaslighting you, in other words) and proclaiming themselves to be wonderful parents triggers my _Narcissist!_ alarm. The best way for children of narcissistic parents to deal with them is no-contact, and I think you're very wise to only allow your kids to spend time with them under your supervision. I'm imagine that irks them, but tough shit.
Sounds like you made the right call. I'm sorry you went through that
The unreasonable rule for me growing up was my stepmother made me hide absolutely everything to with my period. If there was one drop of blood on my underwear or pants I had scrub them with a toothbrush till they were completely clean before they could be put in the washing machine and all sanitary products had to be kept out of sight. If there was ever any bleed through, particularly at night when I was asleep I would get yelled at for being disgusting.
It’s a small issue compared to these stories, but my mother and I had very different ideas of fashion. She would get me clothes she thought was ‘nice’ (teenage shudder), and I had no right to refuse them and half my clothes were hidden in the back of the closet. We would go through my closet every couple seasons and I would have to campaign for getting rid of the more hideous items. I can chose for myself now, but I still have to remind myself not to keep stuff at the back of the closet when I don’t want to deal with it.
Sounds similar to me. I have ASD and SPD so I have bad sensory issues. I hate demon but mum makes me wear it. I can’t wear pink or bright colours or pastels. Ironically im a colourful person. No glitter or sequins or sparkles of any kind. I like sparkles though. No hoodies only denim jacket. No headbands with crowns or cat ears or anything on them. But I like wearing those headbands. No shorts. Only skirts. Very specific length of skirt. I prefer shorts because they have pockets and I hate how skirts blow in the wind.
Boomers: You get child abuse, you get child abuse, you get child abuse and you get child abuse
Also boomers: why kids not talk to me
My mom is a narcissist and has a huge victim complex. All my childhood/teenage years she was both an absent figure and really strict at the same time. I couldn't talk to her about ANYTHING because she would either ignore me, scold me or make it about herself. My curfew was around 10pm, was never allowed to go to sleepovers and traveling anywere, even close by, had to be discussed with months in advance. She punished me for not knowing how to do things, even tho she never took the responsability to taught me stuff. I'm 30 now and doing basic chores or taking care of myself are things I struggle with since she never took the time to teach us. We were expected to act like responsible adults, when they didn't teach us any basic stuff while we were young.
I'm still in contact with her, but barely. My dad was straight up an absent figure in my life, but at least he's making an effort RN, and we talk more often.
These aren't strict parents, these are abusive parents. "Strict" parents make their kids eat nutritious food for breakfast instead of candy. Or make their kids always tell them where they're going and what time they'll be back whenever they go out. Or not let their kids date until they're at least 15 years old. If the kids have never done drugs or even once spent the night in jail, that's because the parents are "strict", lol . And not being allowed to ask where you're going when you don't know is weird and scary. You could be just going to the shopping center, or going to the dentist to get a root canal, and you wouldn't know until you got there.
My mum once lied to me by saying I was getting my hair cut (I wanted my hair cut) and took me to the hospital instead and made me feel bad for ruining everyone else’s trip by not going in the hospital which was something I didn’t want to do and she lied so I didn’t know where she was taking me other than what she told me. She makes me feel bad for making my own choices all the time and calls me a selfish toad even for being scared of the dark.
That sounds horrible and I hope you get out of there
@@EmiStar070 I probably won’t before I hurt myself.
@@AshArrowCommunity this is emotional abuse, and you don't deserve it. If you can, try to talk to another adult you trust. Maybe not even about this, but finding a support network that you trust can really help. So can spending time with friends, or even just other people who don't hurt you.
If your school has one, talking to aschool counselor could help. Not even to necessarily get you out of your mom's house, but just talking about it to someone trustworthy who listens and helps you work through your emotions in safe ways really helps
(Sleepovers with friends can be a way to get a break for several hours and overnight)
@@EmiStar070 I’m not able to have sleepovers because my parents (they encourage me hanging out with my friend) but they can’t contact their parents but hopefully they will be soon
Good luck with that, and I wish that you have a peaceful life where you don't have to be afraid and confused, and have more control over yourself
trauma dump here! As a kid I was really sensitive compared to other kids and would always cry before or at school, I think because I had separation anxiety + getting bullied, and it annoyed my mom so much that if my teachers called her saying that I cried at school, that meant when I got home I was getting yelled at to strip naked and get beat with a belt or worse for 5-20 mins straight. and this wasn’t on one occasion this was like every other week for 10 years. So yeah :D
A cousin from my paternal side of a family had an ex-military as his step dad. My dad was as far as never invite him home at all. Why? because the only time he did he try to police everyone eating and other shit. My dad told him: "is my house so my son will eat as much as he wants and your son too". He didn't like a bit, and even my dad was mad af since a long time. He had a long discussion with my aunt after. My cousin's stepfather was an big a-hole and a control freak, while his grandparents were literally teddy bears.I once got invited to their house and they were really fascinated with everything i did at the time ... its really sad to see them getting destroy slowly by their son's behaviour. My cousin's stepfather died in 2012 from cancer at the age of 52.
Literaly, i hate him the day i knew my cousin has a curfew for eat. When he came home for my graduation, i invite him literally pizza and eat as much as he wants. I was 14 at the time. My cousin is married and happy now. Last time i talk with him sounds more happier than ever was. I told him: "live happy as we always promise, i will do the same".
I'm grateful that my parents didn't have any of these rules when I was growing up, almost all of these are considered a form of child abuse, in my opinion.
Once I was in my teens, I wasn't really allowed to leave the house except for school. I wasn't even allowed to go to other kids' houses to work on group projects - if we couldn't do them at school, people had to come over to our place where there was limited electricity and no internet. My older brother was a partier and a troublemaker in high school, and I think my parents were afraid I'd turn out the same. But it translated into me having no social skills until well into adulthood, because my only experience with people my own age outside of classes and school extracurriculars was the abrupt nest-leaving of college. Which went as poorly as you'd expect.
I’m not allowed to ask what we’re having for dinner. I’m also not allowed to talk to anyone in any sort of chat room unless I know them from school.
I wonder how many of those people wanted to 'take care' of their parents?
*starts drawing a vertical ellipse*
The whole "not telling kids where they're going on car rides" reminds me of a bad habit of my dad's:
Me: What are you watching?
Dad: A movie.
Me: What's for dinner?
Dad: Food.
He would do this all the time. I'm not sure if he thought it was funny or if he just didn't want to tell me for whatever reason, but it drove me nuts. I often got back at him with this:
Dad: How was school today?
Me: Fine.
Anybody else disturbed by all the bathroom related ones. Like holding pee and poo can literally cause long term physical problems. Wouldnt be surprised if some of those kids have incontinence issues later in life/bad bladder infections
So this wasn't with my parents but rather with my grandma and papa, whom I had to stay with because of family reasons. Whenever I went to school, I had a no crying rule. I couldn't cry because of the literal abuse that would happen at home, I couldn't cry if I got hurt, I couldn't cry if my own dog died. It was so out of uncontrol and stupid, and the worse thing is that I was only 9 (in 4th grade if that matters). She assaulted me on multiple occasions and threatened to put me in foster homes as well. One time I came home crying though, I burned my leg hella bad on a motorcycle my papa owned. She kept on blaming me for it and that she was going to cry and that it was my fault that I hurt myself while my papa was trying to tell her to calm tf down saying he didn't warn me that the motorcycle was still hot.
Ah fond memories with a psychopath. Who had a degree to be a psychologist as well!
And cps wasn’t involved because why? Why didn’t you tell anyone at school?
@@jamiethal1319 lmao i was 9 years old i thought this was just okay, i didnt think it was worth mentioning cause no one asked. also it was almost 5 years ago. she was on hella drugs too so i never really thought to put her as the blame, plus i was scared of cps cus she told me abt foster care so :shrug:
(also realized how badly written that was mb)
So you are 14 now. Are things better at home?
@@jamiethal1319 yeah im 14 atm, things are a ton better. i stay with my mom now and havent had real issues since I was 12 so yeah improvement has happened
I’m glad. Good for you.
Well, I wasn't allowed to go out of our house alone until I was 15, but this happened due to the fact I had a breathing condition, and I could end up being unable to breathe from time to time, so it was for my safety. Also, the city we live in is quite dangerous, so I understand why she was worried.
The most strict rule I ever had was never to store guns and ammo next to each other in case they would go off
@Overwatch vibes yea, I know
@@dutchvanderbilt9969 you live in Ohio/Alabama, right?
@@exoticjadeyyy lmao
Why do people who have such disdain for children even bother having them?
A lot of these stories, if not all of them, are just child abuse. I hope all the people in these threat are in a better place now and never have to have anything to do with their asshole parents
Don't play under toys light enough to push off myself because I "might get trapped;" not to play fantasy shaman by wearing a Styrofoam dino skull on my head (wtf??? Still clueless!); & don't hit the sofa! (No idea how she thought a tween's fists were going to damage seat cushions!)
I grew up in an emotionally abusive home where I wasn't allowed to upset Mother. (Her rule.) All of my bad/self destructive behaviors are either things Mother conditioned me to do, or habits I'd taught myself to defy her.
Well, if she's still alive and you get bored, controlled sadism is a great stress reliever. You can worm your way back into her life and gaslight/betray/and manipulate her as a form of stress relief!
We have a No Locked Door rule at our house--always have. That only works because we also have a Respect a Closed Door rule. I don't want locks on the doors, because if there's ever an emergency I want to be able to get my kids out safely. The last lock went when they went through a game of throwing things into each other's rooms, and running back to lock themselves into their own. "Slam, bang, scream, pound." Nope, buh-bye locks.
I can't imagine abusing a kid's privacy like some of these parents. Reading their diary, checking their phone, interrogating their friends--no. Just no. If I had a reason to be worried about them and talking didn't work, I might break that trust, but if I did I certainly wouldn't hold it against them if I didn't like what I found.
I keep clicking on these videos, thinking I'm going to hear some mild stories that won't be that bad, then I hear straight up emotional abuse and traumatizing actions. I'm starting to understand why so many people in this world are downright messed up. Someone who goes through these torments might very well need an emotional support animal. They have a reason to be a snowflake. They don't know what reality is. They were broken before they left the nest.
I can justify interrogating their friends to make sure your kids aren't being bullies behind your back. As someone else put it, kids can be angels one moment and gremlins the next
@@lazyryan3766 "Interrogating"?
It's fine to ask questions--and you should. "Hey, did my son offer you a seat on the bus?" "My daughter didn't tease you about that haircut, did she?" "Why aren't you two hanging out together anymore?"
I can get more out of my own kids, because I KNOW them. "Why didn't you invite him to the party?" I also know they're not little angels.
@@cariwaldick4898 maybe they caught your kid picking on someone else. I highly doubt you'll get that out of your own kid
@@lazyryan3766 If I see some animosity between my kid and his friends, yeah, I'll ask. Most friends won't volunteer that kind of information. I talked to my kids when they were younger; they're grown now. For the most part, they were the ones who got bullied. They each had their own turn to be....less than kind. I got a call from another mom, telling me my son had teased her son on the bus. He was a special needs kid, so you better believe I got involved--after apologizing to that mom. Me and my son had a long discussion. I had him write (he hates writing) an apology to the other boy, and told him to apologize in person. I told the mom, to please let me know if anything more happened. My son hadn't realized what he said had been hurtful, but he got the message.
My daughter made some ugly comments about a new kid in band who kept getting in trouble. I knew from his mom that he was on the autism spectrum. I had a talk with her about how he wasn't in control of his behavior, and explained that she needed to be more patient with him. She got the message, and started to appreciate his quirks.
It's important to be plugged in. My kids knew I didn't tolerate bullying and meanness. I also never believed they were angels. I'm pretty sure kids don't behave better at home than they do out of your sight.
Let’s just hope all these people no longer have any contact with their parents, these “parents” deserve to not have their kids by their side when they die
The fact I can relate to most of these is scary , Tbh these people had an easier childhood than me
That's heartbreaking. I hope you are healing and finding peace.
why do these people have children...
I can't image be if you had a worse childhood than these guys.
I'm sorry about that
I feel that my Asian parents' style was a benefit to me.
I remember that they were so paranoid about me doing chores, making me do so much just to care for them. They also needed me to find a place in an unknown city without a map during the last family trip before my study abroad. However, these 28 days are a piece of cake, as I found that I don't need to reach their requirements to be independent and safe. The bar expected for me is actually much lower than what my parents expected.
6:20 Isn't this shit they do in the army? Punish everyone and make them hate the person who got them in trouble?
My dad's exwife used to put a sharpie line on the shampoo and soap bottles to see how much I used each shower
There are three lessons to be learned by this video:
1) strict parents breed sneaky children
2) strict parent view their children as property, not people
3) the level of controling behavior presented in every single one of the stories is not acceptable. It is all abuse.
Story #13: i hope that adult reconises that that was abusive, I as a 11 year old recognized this INSTANLY.
There was this one time where I was in 4th grade, and I didn’t eat all of my lunch.
When I told my parents my mom was fine with it but my dad fr said “if you don’t eat your lunch, then I’m grounding you for one month.” I didn’t believe it but I didn’t want to test my dad. But I was insanely annoyed for that stupid rule 💀
My Son has accused me and my wife of being "super strict", and his complaints was he had to do dishes, and vacuum once a week. Most of which was enforced after he was 18. He moved out at 26.
5:25, Story 11, a clear case of *child abuse*.
Whacking children with a pipe until one of them says they did it is awful and uncalled for. The parents/guardians should be arrested.
For new parents: what they should’ve done was asked all the kids, in the case the youngest are found out, tell them it’s bad and to not do it, in the case the oldest/middles are found out, tell them they should know better and their disappointment. If needed, ground them!
Not hit them with a pipe/bamboo.
This is abusive parenting at its worst. If you are experiencing the following, please call for help:
Being hit, not allowed to eat anything, not allowed to drink anything, and being unfairly punished,
I was grounded about 95% of my entire childhood from like 3rd-4th grade to being a senior in high school.
Cumulatively, I was grounded for many things. They took my door off the hinge because I made bad enough grades, or I shut it "too loud" (the walls were too thin).
My stepdad always tossed my entire room because of one simple thing. I'd be tired; clean it up; then I only had time for dinner and a shower before bed.
Of course, electronics were a No on both sides as I wouldn't sleep. Stupid thing was it was my Mother's sleep cursing, and other noises.
My stepmom and I never got along when I was a kid. One of my punishments ingrained in my head was when I was starved as a kid for any type of social interaction. I could only come out to eat (on my own). Then, right back to the corner. I slept in the corner. 3. Whole. Days. My stepsister felt bad and handed me a Harry Potter book; I had it for all of 2 minutes before the other took it. Then, I was punished when she got home from her trip.
What did I do? I accidentally broke a mug handle from her time in Iraq.
I once kept my Mom's car out late as I wanted to get a shake for her. Silly me. I got berated for being gone so long by my stepdad. It didn't matter that I was doing something nice for MY MOM. I was like "you know what? I'm done. Just shut up. Goodnight."
WELL, dude kicked down my door and dragged me by the hair and I just left. I only had 1 shoe. My Mom found me about a mile or two away and proceeded to take me to my Gradparents (her parents) who were more like my actual parents.
My Grandpa and Grandma basically taught me most life skills and I never thought I was a burden to them. Even when I told them what happened, they were something like, "you aren't going back until you get an apology, and assurances of non-retaliation." Well, my Mom gave them their assurances but turned around and said as we were close to home, "you're grounded for 2 weeks."
That was extended for basically a month and a half because I was I mad about the whole thing my teachers called bullshit on my Mom's parent note and called DCS. Apparently, it's a crime to be mad about basically being nice and getting grounded as an after effect of a shitty response.
I have more stories. I had my head shaved when I was expelled for a complete deranged teachers' misunderstanding of what I said. Took away my social media.
I got welts and indentions in my butt (I was 16 when that happened) to the point the nerve is actaully partially damaged, so I cannot sit for longer periods in the same spot. I didn't understand some things with school; I was homeschooled in a foriegn country.
My list goes on. One extreme and another. Both my parents had conflicting rules. I was caught in the middle and basically on my own.
The strictness of my parents cranked up to 11 when I hit 18, and between the last year of high school and the beginning of my freshman year of university, a lot of really strange “rules” popped up. He also told me I needed to make straight A’s or else I’d be severely punished, though it was more of a vague threat than something tangible.
The most reasonable one I can think of was that my brother and I couldn’t go home or even enter our home town for the first month at university, given one exception for an annual big event I was allowed to attend that happened to fall during that month. I understood the reasoning behind it: I needed to establish myself in my new “home”.
But things were still weird. I was interrogated by my father when I first turned 18, senior year of high school, whether or not I was sexually active. I told him honestly, “no” since I had so many activities going on that I didn’t want that sort of relationship on my plate at the time. My dad was furious for some reason, opposite of the pride I thought he’d have in me being his daughter. He wanted me to go to the bar down the street and come home with a man THAT NIGHT, and that he would be leaving the house empty with the liquor cabinet open for me to “socially lubricate” before I left. I spent the evening inside, on the couch playing video games and sketching. I was in no rush to start worrying about adult activities of that nature and I waited with my boyfriend for a long time before we took that step. I’m proud of it.
I am happily married and boring as hell, proud of it too.
In my experience it's not so much that we weren't allowed to ask where we were going, but every time we ask we were where we were going, we were always met with "crazy". That was actually my dad's go to Dad joke.
A friend of mine’s step mom was fairly strict. I never saw her scream or take stuff away, but my friend did tell me she hated being over at her dad’s because of her stepmom and would call my house to stay over any chance she could to get away from her stepmom. I don’t like sleep overs, and after I told her that she said oh ok, and got distant from me. I also saw the one time her stepmom actually did yell at her and hit her. Maybe I should’ve just sucked it up and let her stay over, but we were in high school. I did come out as ace to her and she seemed to understand and become the friend I remember.
It’s sad how many kids get taken from their parents because of abuse mistaken as being strict. A friend is a foster parent and she’s told me so many stories of parents being overly strict. One kid, who was like 8 at the time, broke down crying because he knocked over a plastic cup and spilled milk everywhere. He ran and hid in the bathroom screaming that he didn’t mean it and not to hurt him. Turned out his mom would beat him bloody for knocking over a cup or even dropping a pea sized speck of food on the counter. I’m glad he never went home and that mom went to jail with no more kids.
Well that was just awful to hear. Why do ppl even have children if they're gonna be so miserable
This has got to be the most disturbing thing I've heard so far this year
the worst part about all this is is that some people have to go through that nowadays. which means no am i the genius.
The one about the children changing fast when there dad tried to get in the room was not just harsh rules but straight up sexual harassment and pedophilia
These poor people. I am thankful that even growing up in one of these homes would never have resulted in my living like them.
Honestly I hope they all got out ASAP and never talked to them again.
I'm so glad my mom is unaware of technology. If she found out I was watching porn, I don't want to think about it.
0:56 that’s a hella chill dad
These are so relatable.
My parents weren't that strict but in high school computer time was a privilege. If I had a test the next day, no computer time and homework must be done before dinner. I almost couldn't go to homecoming sophomore year because of getting a bad grade for the quarter. But I promised my parents that I'll do better next quarter and they still let me go to Homecoming. I did better second quarter but studying for finals were a pain even though they told me to not cram or overdo it.
My parents didn't want me to kiss my boyfriend...until I was married to him. I actually love my parents, and my boyfriend honored my request. He heckin loved me. We would sometimes talk in his car, and while he was dropping me off at home, my younger sister was furious. She flashed the porch light at us. She was paranoid beyond belief and even though we confronted her about it she kept doing it. She was patronizing as heck. She also had a boyfriend at the time, and she would go out of state to see. Double standards anyone?!
My significant other was really starting to have hurt feelings. There were so many romantic moments that he wanted to kiss me and couldn't. We were engaged when I asked him to kiss me. He said that we spent so long not kissing that it would be a shame to give up two months away from our wedding. We had our first kiss on our wedding day and my Dad cheered. I made a comment to my parents about how it was like them, and how they saved their kiss for their wedding day. To which my Mom says "Uhh, no? I was old enough to kiss. I wasn't going to wait any longer." She said it like it should've been obvious. AHHHHH. I WAS 24!!!
What also hurt a ton were that guests at the wedding were confused that we hadn't kissed. One of them questioned me about the authenticity of our relationship and had huge worries for me. He is the love of my life and I wouldn't trade him for the WORLD. The only real plus is that we have a gorgeous picture of our first kiss. I will not be teaching my kids the same thing.
When I study law when I’m older I’m gonna review these videos.
Never been more glad to have my parents. My parents are quite strict but not nearly as strict as this. When I do something wrong, I get punished. If I do something right, I get (ugh, I’m blanking, I am not scolded tho). I feel so sorry for everyone with pure evil parents. You’ll have your own freedom one day…
look, im still very young not even an adult and i think about the most fair and best ways to treat my future child because of stuff like this and my own parents.
The "my parents found out I was wiccan" one sounded absolutely horrible. Literal hell on earth. I hope they find happiness
Agreed religious parents are normally the most abusive
I wasnt allowed to talk to a school counselor. Probably so i couldn't tell anyone what she said to me.
Story 2: That dad is the best dad ever! I hope he's doing well now.
2:43
This has to be the most unnecessary rule I have ever heard
So I lived with my parents until my late 20s until I could afford my own place, and things were usual ok, except for not being able to do my own laundry.
There was also one time I was watching UA-cam videos with a female friend when my mom walked past telling me to keep my door open. My friend and I looked at each other and her with confusion...not only because we were just friends but also because I was 19 and she was 20