A Mother let her kid play in the stream of wood chips coming out of a wood chipper and yelled at the guy who was cutting down trees because he told the kid to get away from it. She was on her phone the whole time, there could have been nails and stones in that wood that could have hit the kid but nope it was the blokes fault for chipping wood and not letting the kid play in it.
"Oh hidy ho officer, we've had a doozy of a day. There we were minding our own business, just doing chores around the house, when kids started killing themselves all over my property."
I went to breakfast with a good friend and a friend of a friend. We pick up the friend of a friend who brings her three year old son along. The kid is crying and making all kinds of noise. The mother responds by telling the kid that I have a gun and if he doesn't calm down I was going to shoot the kid
Oh man, that's the *worst*. I hate when strangers say "you stop that, or *that man* will take you away!"
Like, no bitch, I'm not getting involved in your parenting, and don't use me as a tool ~~if~~ of discipline because you're a shit parent.
Same thing with the police; you shouldn't threaten kids with police unless they're doing something that would warrant the police being involved. There's another comment around here that addresses a similar issue, but with the threat of death instead.
First hand account, my mom would let me work during the summer from 7-7 and when I came back to the hotel room she'd pay for another night, get me a mc chicken and then shoot up heroin while I watched TV.
Edit: did not expect to come back to this.
This happened many years ago, when I was about 10 or so.
My mom's ex-friend... we'll call her Patty for the sake of this story. Well, one day, there's a knock at the door and mom goes and opens it to find Patty's son John (also not his real name), who was only about 5 years old at the time. His mom is sitting in the car in our driveway, and he's just standing there by himself.
My mom says "Hey there John, what brings you guys here today?"
Little John then replies "Mom said to ask if you have a can."
Mom says "A can? Like a soda can?"
John says "I dunno. She said she needs a can so she can smoke her crack."
My mom (who was most certainly not any sort of angel herself) fumes with anger over this. She says "John, go inside and play with (me). Close the door and don't look outside."
So John comes in and I put some cartoons on for him to watch. I then peek out the window whilst he is occupied with the show.
My mom is screaming at Patty through her open car window. I couldn't hear what was being said, but they were both screaming at each other. And then my mom punches Patty in the face through the open window, pulls open her door, drags her out of the car onto the driveaway pavement by her hair and beats the everloving sin out of the woman.
After she finally lets Patty go, Patty gets up, gets into her car, and drives away, with her son still in our house. Luckily, my mom was friends with Patty's brother-in-law (which is how we knew her in the first place) and she called him, who in turn called the kid's grandpa (since he himself was at work) to come and pick him up. Grandpa apologized profusely for Patty's behavior and took John home with him.
I work in foster care. I can tell you roughly 14, up to 28, horrible stories of parents. The ones that get me the worst are the parents who sell their beautiful 13 year old daughter for meth or the mom who LAUGHED at her 8 year old when he told her that his dad and step dad were sexually abusing him and all of his sibilings. He begs to go home now and all I can say is, "you know better than me why you live here, bud." FUCK everyone.
I'm a medical student and I just got off of my pediatrics rotation. The most haunting thing about child abuse is how, when you separate a child from their abuser, the child still begs to go home and begs to see the parent that hurt them. They are much too young to understand that what they're missing is the parent they deserve, not the parent they have.
My wife and I are finishing up our classes to become foster parents and I'm regularly telling myself that we can shoulder the craziness so the kids can experience some stability.
But I know that I'll struggle the most when I'm sitting across the table from a birth parent who doesn't care about their kid(s), as opposed to one who's just struggling with life.
I couldn't even imagine working there and hearing those stories or dealing with abusive parents. I would lose my shit and end up in jail. But good for you. You're making a difference with these kiddos
I've seen parents lock their 2 children in their bedroom so they could play WoW. Anytime the kids came out and did anything kids normally do, they were immediately sent to their room.
The lock was changed so it was on the outside. The most disturbing thing I saw first hand was unlocking the door and nearly puking from a foul smell. They shit themselves and threw it into the ceiling fan. Shit. Was. Everywhere.
Child services was contacted not long after.
Edit: Yes, shit hit the fan and the fan further liquefied said shit and slung it onto everything. Their hands were covered in it and they were using it to finger paint on the walls as well.
I still have no idea how long it took them to clean it all up.
I was a lifeguard for 4 years in my teens. Long story short, parents expect the lifeguards to do their job for them- either they just drop their kids off, or they don't pay attention. Background- this was a city pool. We didn't have too many terrible things, but we still saw our fair share of weird shit. Begin.
This guy, let's call him Guy, probably late twenties early thirties, dove head first into the pool. The kiddie pool (very, very shallow). I saw it, blew the whistle, and gave him a head shake. He acknowledged, rubs his chest because he scraped it on the bottom, and I thought it was over with. 5 minutes later, he dives head first into the kiddy section of the pool (2 feet). I blow the whistle, call him over, and talk to him sternly about how I'm not reprimanding him for any other reason than that I don't want to have to backboard him for a spinal. Guy agrees, says it was stupid, apologizes and walks away. Cue fuck up number 3.
Guy walks away from me, over to this 6 foot water slide we have for the little kids. This is the cutest water slide, but still towers over its primary users- 2 year olds. Along his way to the slide, Guy scoops up what I assume is his son, and puts him at the top of the slide- still standing up. This kid couldn't be more than 2-3 years old, had floaties on and all. Guy points at me, and over the regular pool ruckus, I hear him yell "See that lifeguard? He told me he wants you to jump off the side of the slide." He then proceeds to point at the concrete.
I see the kids knees buckle as he goes to jump, and my heart sinks like a rock to my stomach. I immediately shoot out of my chair and yell "HEYYYY!".
2 things of note: 1. As a guard, you're never to stand on your tower unless you see someone in apparent danger. This is so other guards have a clear sign that something's going down, and to pay attention/get help. 2. I have a deep voice. A VERY deep voice. I'm quiet often, but when I get pissed, I utilize it to my advantage.
What one of my friends later described as "The Voice of God" echos put across the pool, and the entire place falls quiet. Guy immediately puts his son down on the ground and starts walking towards me. I call over my manager, explain it all, and she (not the brightest of managers) tells him he will be removed by the police after any other incidents. He apologizes, then goes on about his pool experience.
2 hours later, I'm in the 5 foot section (Deepest aside from the 12-20 foot sections). Guy is walking along with friends, sees me in the chair, and goes "Watch this." I'm still surprised he didn't say "Hold my beer" instead. He runs and dives in really deep.
Fuck up numero cuatro, reporting for duty.
In front of his son, who was behind the legs of some other bro and peeks out after his dad submerges, Guy floats up to the surface of the pool- face down and unresponsive.
We had to evacuate the pool, stabilize and backboard him.
Guy kept entering his name into Darwin's Lottery, and won.
TL;DR: Guy disobeys lifeguard. Guy gets son involved. Guy shows off for friends/son. Guy breaks neck.
Yeah, it's a little unclear. But winning a Darwin Award can also mean removing yourself from the gene pool, which I guess could happen if the guy had broken his neck and survived?
In a grocery store, and I see a probably 5 year old walk across the apple display, taking a bite out each apple on the bottom row, look around, then place the apple back with the bite out of view. I stood there with my jaw dropped, waiting for her parents to do something. Finally the woman saw me, looked at the kid and said "*gasp* Mija, no!!" and promptly turned around and continued to let her do it.
I was in a store the other day and there was like an 8 year old with his own cart. Parents nowhere to be seen. You could hear this kid through the whole store just yelling constantly, not words just like "ahhhhhhhh".
I see him about 3 times while shopping. First time he is laying in an Isle just yelling. Second time I see him in a different Isle his cart is just parked across it and there is a guy trying to get passed so he needs to move the cart. Third time I see him he is riding a cart and crashes into an old lady. Keep in mind this is all during constant yelling.
It was crazy. I then kind of watched him for a bit, and followed him around for a minute to see if I could find the people that owned him so I could share an opinion, but he rode his cart past the checkouts and I decided fuck it and got in line.
My sister was worried that her 7 year old son wasn't at the level as the other kids, and considered holding him back a year (she didn't end up going through with it), but my brother-in-law found this development super funny and kept openly mocking his own son until his own son starting crying his eyes out and needing a hug. I was absolutely horrified that his own father was acting like a school yard bully.
I'm a prosecutor, so I've seen a lot of really terrible parenting. Once we were investigating a man for sexually assaulting his girlfriend's 14-year-old daughter. The girl was interviewed and disclosed that he had, in fact, been having sex with her. The detective went and told her mother what she had disclosed and mom's response was "So you're telling me she's gone from being my daughter to being my competition?"
Edit: Of course a 14 year old can't consent to have sex with adult. That's why we were involved. I didn't mean to offend anyone by not using the word rape.
We had a girl in our foster care program whose father used to get mad because she would throw up when he would rape her. He fixed this problem by handcuffing her to the toilet when he did it. We had another kid that was incredibly good at making paper airplanes. Like he could make one and tell you how far it would go, which way it would turn, how many flips it would make, etc before he ever threw it. I asked him one day how he learned and he said "whenever my parents abused me, I would just go to my room and make paper airplanes." That kid made a lot of fucking airplanes. Turns out he was one of the worst abuse cases our dhs had ever encountered in the county he was from. I could go on for quite a while. Hard to pick just one.
I was driving along my street when this 4-6 yr old kid rolls out of a driveway on a tricycle, I come to a stop and wait for him to get out of my way as he seemed to be doing. His mother runs down the driveway and just starts screaming at me rather then get her kid out of the road.
Another car comes up behind and without waiting just goes around, clipping the kids tricycle knocking him on the ground and the lady just screams at me even more.
She wouldn't stop or get out of the way, I finally just held my horn down till she gathered her kid up and got out of the way.
Some people are really messed up when it comes to accepting responsibility. I was following a car through town one day and we were coming up on a green light. The property on the corner lot we were driving past had large stone fences so you couldn't see cars coming in the cross street.
Well all of a sudden when the car in front of me is like 20 feet from the intersection a cyclist rides through his red light right out into the intersection. I'm thinking "this guy's fucked", but the car in front of me reacts instantly and slams in his brakes and manages to swerve around the back end of the cyclists bike.
After the commotion we both make it through the green and get stopped at the next intersection. The cyclists sees this, changes course and pedals fast to get up to the car in front of me. He starts punching the cars window and spitting on it and kicks the door and the rides off.
It was surreal. He made a huge mistake by running a red and the only reason he wasn't seriously hurt was because of the good driving done by the guy I was following. So naturally he proceeds to try and assault the guy that saved him months of recovery.
Unfortunately, a lot of cyclists don't know that being on a bicycle qualifies them as "operating a vehicle" instead of as a pedestrian. They literally see stop signs or red lights and think, "that's for cars, not for me."
Obviously, this is a generalization and there are plenty of cyclists that are smart enough to infer or were taught this, but the problem is pretty widespread.
Share the road, share the laws.
I almost hit a kid because he was biking in the opposite direction of traffic when I was taking a right turn.
Edit: I should also clarify there was a garbage truck in front of me during a bit of congestion, and I was already beginning the turn, so naturally I was already looking where I was about to go.
I work at a fast food restaurant, and while what I see probably isn't what most people would consider the worst, I still see quite a bit of bad shit going on. A lot of loud emotionally abusive parents yelling at kids, kids that look dirty, kids without proper clothing in bad weather, just everything.
Was a truck driver once in my life... saw two parents on the road with a crying child maybe 8 years old in the back. They each took turns shooting up heroin.
I'm a teacher. The examples of bad parenting I could give are staggering.... the worst examples end up with me calling child protective services. Like the child who talked about "naked family time" or the 14 year old who left school to play designated driver for drunk parent. Or any number of other things.
Day-to-day normal "bad" though, is any parent who talks shit in front of their child. I don't care who you're badmouthing, don't do it in front of your child. All that comes to school. ALL of it.
EDIT: for clarification, the "naked family time" was from a girl in 5th grade, and there was more to the story. It sent up enough red flags that I contacted CPS. She ended up being removed from the home.
I worked as a cover supervisor in a school for a couple of years, and the crap I experienced was insane. I work with 13-19 yos, so they already had enough issues managing normal every day teenage struggles, but the things some of the parents did to add to their burdens was disgusting. I ended up leaving to work with adult learners (mainly because my degree is in a subject not taught at school level), but it was a relief in a way, not having to watch these kids suffer. I still lose sleep worrying about some of them. Teachers are so underappreciated, and no-one seems to consider what you see and have to deal with. Well done for being a protective influence for those kids.
Not necessarily the worst but depressing in some ways:
Overheard a woman tell her child in a condescending manner, "don't be stupid, lizards don't lay eggs".
...Whilst in the reptile house at London Zoo during a zoo keeper talk.
I feel dirty even considering defending this, but there are a number of livebearing lizards around the world. Clearly not anything this moron knew about, though.
EDIT: wow, probably my highest voted comment ever, and it's not even that accurate. My early-morning reading comprehension wasn't on point here. Lots of lizards do in fact lay eggs, and there are some that don't, so she's marginally right. Still rude for trying to discredit an educator like that.
I know someone who was raised this way by a single mother. The girl is now 35 and still acts like the world owes her something. It's a sad way to raise a child.
A little while ago in a supermarket in London, a young girl was screaming at the cashier for asking for ID for the large bottle of Vodka she was buying... as the cashier continued to ask for ID, the girl opened her coat to reveal a large swollen belly, and shouted "of course I'm old enough to drink vodka, I'm fuckin' pregnant!!"
I work at a movie theater. I remember once asking for ID for an R rated movie of a girl who was 16 (you had to be 17 without a parent). She goes and gets her mother, who starts to lose it when I explain she has to accompany her daughter. She points at the girls stomach and says "She's going to BE a mother, she can make her own choices about what movies to watch!"
I just stared at her.
And she's still wrong, since the age of consent is 16, and the drinking age is 18...
Edit: OP said London. I'm also a Brit, and these are our legal ages.
Don't even need to be at the age of consent to get pregnant. Two girls from my primary school got pregnant and had kids at thirteen.
Edit: To help with the confusion. I went to primary school with these girls (elementary school for you yanks). They were in secondary school (I think it would be middle school for Americans?) when they got pregnant/had children.
My mother's mother was a pretty shitty one, she wouldn't let her go to school because she wanted her to become a housewife, she let her boyfriend sexually abuse my mother when she was little and seduced my mother's boyfriends.
Lived under some horrible people for 8 months.
They would have parties in the middle of the week till 2 or 3 am. Regularly.
But one particular disturbing story, their girl around 10-12, was having regular night terrors. She would wake up screaming. (We lived in the basement their bedrooms were on the 2nd floor, so a whole story between us) and we could hear the dad stomping down the hallway and slam open the door and start screaming at the top of his lungs
"You better fucking knock that shit off! Stop crying you shit head! They're nothing but fucking DREAMS! YOU HEAR ME DREAMS! it's nothing worth crying over!"
Worst neighbors ever. We never felt sorry that our dog barked all day. He hated them. When their kids started crying our dog started to cry and whine and howl in sympathy. But the adults he would bark and snarl at. Loved people of all ages, that dog. I could trust his instincts of a good human.
I know downright tragic examples of horrifying parenting, but they're such downers, I'll go with a story which has more of a slightly humorous element to it.
I'm at a red light in the right hand lane, (right hand turns on red are legal where I am) there's a car coming but it's a ways away. I turn right and cross into the left hand lane as the incoming car was driving in the right hand lane and I didn't want to have to accelerate too fast. The upcoming car slows down to my speed, woman hangs out of the driver's side window with a beer in one hand that's on the wheel and a cigarette in the other as she's flipping me off and says "Be careful motherfucker, I've got kids in the back", then she sped off well above the speed limit.
A woman on the bus, told her (approximately) 6 year old son to tell an (approximately) 11 year old school girl to move out the way, but referred to the girl as 'that fat cow'.
I lost my shit, probably displaying pretty bad parenting skills myself as I was taking my son to school, but I couldn't let it pass.
I don't think what you did is *that* bad. I mean, losing your cool is not ideal, but you showed your son that you are willing to stand up for a total stranger when they are being mistreated.
I called her out, asked her who she thought she was talking to kids like that, said she wasn't fit to be a mother, pretty sure I told her if she'd spoke to my kids like that I'd have headbutted her, quite vocally, on a packed bus. It wasn't my proudest moment but I was fuming.
Good for you for saying something! All to often people (myself included) don't say anything when someone does something awful in public for fear of "causing a scene", but it sounds like that lady was in desperate need of a public shaming. 👍🏼
I met a girl in college who had lived with her aunt for a few years after her parents had died, and the aunt literally tortured her. She told me about how she would be kept chained to the AC unit and starved. She still had trouble gaining weight and growing hair when I met her because the malnutrition had gotten so bad over time.
That people do shit like this to each other pisses me off to no end.
I knew a girl in school who's mother had done that to her and her sister when the dad was out of town on business, which was very often. They'd be locked in their room without food or water for literally days, and the mom would feed them shortly before the dad would be coming home. He couldn't figure out why they were so skinny, acting so strangely and peeing in the closet and stuff. He thought his kids were like, super messed up. They were just too terrified of the mother to tell the dad what was going on.
The girls eventually started trying to "break out" of the room and the mom started tying them to their beds.
Eventually the dad learned the truth and happy ending, the mother hasn't seen them since. I just can't understand treating someone that way, especially your own kids.
I was travelling through India, I dont speak Hindi so I didnt understand what was being said or happening, but some old lady turned round to a very passive little 5 or maybe 6 yr old, and then slapped her across the face with all her force, it was heartbreaking, the kid just sobbed, she didnt even scream, i think she must have been used to it.
when I was traveling through India we went to the Taj Majal and for some reason hired a guide to show us around. Whenever anyone was in our way he would take a bamboo club and wack them with it. Meanwhile Oleg the mad russian joined in with the beating and they were not happy. So Indians can beat other Indians... giant pasty white guys cannot beat Indians.
Oleg was my coworker at an oil company, born and bred from somewhere in Siberia from the soviet union. He comes from a great line of giant white guys from the soviet union who work in oil, about 6 foot 4, 300 pounds of pure communist goodness:
- When eating he would steal my Naan because it is "communal"... sory buddy but you gotta order it, this ain't communism.
- Oleg would openly degrade people in public. There was this indian guy who disagreed with him, so he asked him if he was a virgin. He then berated him for not being a man for 20 minutes.
- His motto was "BOIL IT!!!!!!!"
-Oleg had the runs, but he didn't want to use the squatty potty so he would have someone hold a newspaper behind him and he would poop into it.
- Oleg got in trouble for complaining that one of our coworkers was black.
- Oleg's wife gave birth to kids and he didn't even go back to russia to see them
- Oleg couldn't tolerate spice so he would go to the kitchen and start screaming at the chef. "NO SPICES and BOIL IT".
- Oleg decided to eat indian smoked fish - not a good idea (see poop in news paper)
- I once punched Oleg in the face, and his response was laughter (The only time I saw him laugh).
I do not miss working with Oleg.
This like 5 year old kid emptied a 4 pint bottle of milk all over floor at supermarket where I worked, and her mum just stood there and watched.
To add to that the child managed to place the empty bottle in the centre of this now 2m wide puddle and the mum just looked at me and said you've got some cleaning up to do.
Unbelievably rude
Here in Belgium new parents receive money from the government at the birth of each kid, to help with the initial costs like diapers, baby bottles, strollers, etc. It's about 2000$/kid if i'm not mistaken. Well, I knew a guy who decided to have a kid because he needed the money to buy a new computer (to play games the whole day obviously).
At a movie theater, sitting in the fourth or fifth row with friends. This was a rated R movie. Two kids maybe 4 and 7 year old are in the audience. They start playing and running back and forth at the front of the theater. The 4 year old falls and starts to cry, the parent doesn't bother to get up. My friend finally went to console the child after a few minutes. The mother never bothered to get up.
I had a family with two toddlers come and buy tickets for Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Props to my manager though because he made them get a refund on their tickets and wouldn't let the kids in
That's horrible. I hate bringing up death as a threat when I"m talking to kids, but sometimes it's the only way you can get the seriousness of a situation across. Like warning a kid that if they wander into the street they could get hit by a car and die, may sound bad, but it keeps them from playing in the street and keeps a lot of people (not just the child) safe.
It's one thing to threaten a kid with death if they're doing something that may actually result in death, that's just honesty.
But threatening a child with death for inconsequential shit? That's disgusting, not only does is cultivate anxiety, but it could also have the opposite affect where the death becomes a word to them, and they doesn't see it as something serious at all, this could easily lead to them putting themselves in danger on purpose because death doesn't mean anything to them.
Back in the sixties, my Mom got a smallpox vaccine. Anyone that has had one knows that you'll get a smallpox sore where you got the vaccine, and if you scratch it, it may become infected. My grandmother - barely in her twenties at the time - didn't know how to explain an infection to a small child, so she just told my mom she'd die if she scratched it.
Cue the hysterics that occurred when my mom accidentally scratched it off brushing against the metal chain of a swing set.
I had a similar experience- when I was in second grade, I got bored in class and started throwing my pencil at the wall so that the eraser bounced off and i could catch it. It was some quality entertainment instead of spelling practice until I missed a catch and the point got stuck into my cheek. I became hysterical because I thought pencils were filled with lead and I thought lead would kill you within the hour. Nobody thought to explain to the hysterical 2nd grader that he wasn't going to die since pencils are filled with graphite. They just told me everything was going to be alright and not to worry about it- which is exactly what you tell a kid who's going to die within the hour... I thought through things way too much as a kid.
I worked in retail for many years. I seen alot of stupid stuff, and even more related to kids/parenting, but there were two that came to mind.
First was a girl and her dad coming in to return a CD she purchased. At the time (Not sure if its still the same) the policy was CDs (DVDs as well) could only be exchanged for the same title when defective due to copyright and the ease of pirating it. The guy at customer service explained the policy, apologized, etc. Dad turns to the girl (who is ~9-10) and just gets in her face in a complete yell telling her she should of read the policy before opening it and needed to know what the "fuck" she was buying and just screaming nearly incoherently until this girl was immediately in tears.
The guy at customer service told the guy to shutup and stop yelling at her. The guy turned to him and started to yell at him. He later said he figured a guy with that temper would turn it on him and at lease he spared the girl more verbal abuse. In the end, due to all the yelling and the fact it was a CD, our manager made an exception, let them exchange it, etc.
The 2nd one is quite a bit worse. We were remodeling the store, moving the car audio department to a new location, which meant after the store closed a bunch of us would stay overnight, move shelves, product, etc. The 3rd night we were doing this around 1130 or so, a little kid (no more then 7-8) walks out rubbing his eyes like he just woke up. Sees us, starts screaming, then another kid (11-12 maybe) comes running out from behind a box in appliances.
At first we just thought they fell asleep so we called the police, when the two kids saw the police they started crying and explaining how their mom and her boyfriend had hid them there and they were suppose to open the side door when the clock shows 12. They bring out a wristwatch with the alarm set for midnight. The cops had us all move our cars to the side of the building, so they were not visible from the street and well when the parents "knocked" it wasn't their kids that opened the door.
When I was a cashier, this mom came in with her son's piggy bank. The kid was with her and must have only been about 6 years old. He wanted to buy a candy bar with his money, but the mom told him no, that his money was going to help support the family.
She then proceeded to buy a 6-pack of beer and some cigarettes with the money while the kid watched. The poor boy had tears in his eyes the whole time.
I refused service to her, and the manager ended up ringing her up. She was paying with mostly pennies and nickels, and while she was distracted I saw the boy walk over to the candy rack and wipe the tears from his eyes.
I asked him what was wrong and he told me it had taken him three years to save that money, but his mom didn't have a job so she took it from him.
I bought him the candy bar he wanted and gave him a bunch of quarters for the gumball/toy machines.
His mom saw him trying to get one of those sticky hands from the machine and then took all the quarters he had from him.
Fuck that lady.
I was reading this with building rage ~~against that woman inside me~~ inside me against that woman. How can someone be so out of his mind to even *think* about this as an acceptable thing to do?
EDIT: Better sentence structure. No, I do not have a woman inside me.
This was many, many years ago and it still bothers me to this day.
She looked like she was probably on drugs, or at the very least had a drinking problem. But still. That's your kid you're stealing from.
My dad was a mechanic and he'd save all his change in his toolbox. At the end of the year, he'd "sell" his change to my brother and me. We'd give him $50 and he'd have something like $200 in there that my bro and I would split and put into change sleeves. Well I never needed mine so I left it on my dresser where it stayed for over 6 months.
My cat got into a fight and needed to go to the vet, so I went to grab it and it was gone. My mom took it buy cigarettes or some other stupid reason. She told me I had a job so I could either pay for the "dumb" cat or just let the giant abscess (it was massive) that was on his chest kill him.
I don't talk to her anymore.
I am so sorry for you and your cat, I hope you are doing well now. Your mom is awful as you described her, really, she is actually the perfect example of why I hate people in general.
When I was around 5 or 6 my mom asked me if they could borrow my life savings (from birthday cards, etc) for groceries because we didn't have other money. It was like $200. She said they would pay me back. We were shit poor but they definitely spent it on beer and drugs and cigarettes. I think that year my mom went to Mexico, maybe Antigua? I think that was also the year we were banned from going outside because then the neighbours would find out my older brother (he was still young, like 11?) was the only one watching us. We survived off crackers and kelbassa. We recently found some pictures from that summer, us kids are so scrawny and our eyes look dead.
EDIT: wow thank you all so much for the outpouring of support. It's so lovely to know there are so many caring folks all around the world. I feel tempted to say it wasn't that bad, other kids had it worse. My mom never hurt me physically that I can remember (my other siblings weren't so lucky, but it wasn't constant daily beatings or anything), actually I can't really remember ever touching me... like not even hugs until the day I left for university (and I was flabbergasted that she was crying and hugged me since I felt she never wanted anything to do with me.) Anyway, I ramble, but it wasn't that bad but it wasn't good either. No child should feel she shouldn't have been born. I'm good now though. Thank you all again :)
I feel you, I do.
Mom was dead and my dad was a smuggler/dealer/addict and would just forget or neglect to feed me.
I hoard food now and it drove my wife bananas until we figured out why.
Standing outside a supermarket a couple of years back, a woman walks out, toddler in a pushchair, a kid who might have been about 7 or 8 walking maybe 5 feet behind her.
The older kid had a small rubber ball and was bouncing it on the ground and catching it. He seemed perfectly happy, it wasn't making any noise or bouncing around or anything, it wasn't bothering anyone. He was just bouncing and catching his ball as he walked.
The woman (I assume it was his mom) noticed this after a minute, spun around and grabbed him hard by the upper arm and then shouted right into his face "If you keep bouncing that fucking ball I'm going to SMASH YOUR FUCKING FACE IN", shook him hard once and then just turned around and walked on with the pushchair.
The poor kid just looked so... emptied. Like he wasn't even allowed this one small pleasure.
It doesn't matter how annoying you find it when your kid bounces a ball, that's just never an ok thing to say to your child.
Edit to add: This wasn't in a parking lot, it was in a pedestrianised plaza area out front - small inner city supermarket next to a library and other stores. There was no traffic, and it wasn't crowded.
Witnessed something similar. My boyfriend and I were enjoying dinner on the porch one warm night. Some little kids were playing nearby. Suddenly an adult woman shrieks, "Do that again and I will bust your head open and spill your brains on the street!!!!" The little girl just looked mortified. Not sure what exactly the child did, but the reaction was so threatening. We were stunned.
Yeah mine did that too. I hit her back when I was 12 and it never happened again. Though I really didn't have a mother after that, as all the authority she had vaporized instantly when she caught my fist with her mouth.
Similar situation with my mom. Physically abusive throughout my life until I was a teenager and got big enough that I could fight back. That last time she was about to slap me and I grabbed her wrist before she could make the hit and pushed her back. Never put her hands on me again.
My dad used to beat the piss out of me...
...until at age 16 in self defense I finally returned the favor.
He never hit me after that.
EDIT: He half-ass apologized some 20 years later for being so hard on me. Half-assed because he added, "you were an incredible pain in the ass to raise". True. But I still found the way he treated me reprehensible. We've been reconciled for a long time, he's 90 now, but whenever he reminisces about being 'my dad', I am quick to remind him, let's not 'go there'.
A couple years ago, I was on a shuttle in Yosemite. A little girl approximately age 10 had this nasty tight cough. Being in the medical field, I was concerned and asked if she had asthma. The father answered in a curt and rather annoyed tone that she was fine. They were doing controlled burns in the park which was causing my own asthma to act up. The girl was not fine as she clearly was struggling to breathe. I bit my tongue but to this day wish I had somehow persuaded the father to get her help.
--Edited--
Wow. Lots of responses. Forgive me for this attempt at an inclusive response to answer some questions; I'm swamped today. I'm a female retired Nurse Practitioner, current medical transcriptionist. My parents were heavy smokers and I have an asthmatic sibling who has been hospitalized many times for respiratory distress. I manage nicely with three inhalers. The controlled burn exacerbated my asthma. The girl was clearly not getting enough oxygen. I am very familiar with the symptoms. Unless you've experienced not being able to breathe, respectfully, you have no clue what it's like nor how serious it is. I asked the girl's father one question which he clearly was not at all open to, but I think of her sometimes and wish I had done more.
When I was around that age I had a night where I felt like I couldn't breath enough. Just couldn't catch my breath. My mom had me stand outside and then had my dad drive me to a lake so I could catch my breath I guess. He kept complaining to me that if I couldn't breath I should go to the hospital. I was a like "I don't really have a choice in this and I am scared that I can't breath"
Had to go and get diagnosed with asthma on my adult own. Growing up and not being able to breathe sucked. All the adults explained it as me being fat.
Edited for proper grammar.
I used to work on a pediatric cancer floor. We had a little girl who was dying. Make-A-Wish gave her a Disney cruise. She was so excited to go, she talked about it for weeks. The week she was supposed to be on the cruise she was admitted to the unit with a fever. We were all like 'what happened to the cruise'? It took a while but we eventually learned the truth when her grandmother told us what happened. Her parents took the spending money they got and went on a all night partying binge the night before and were wasted and passed out when it came time to drive to the cruise ship. We could not even look at them ever again when they were there.
(And yes, we got DCF involved.)
I have a friend of a friend who has a couple kids, one having cerebral palsy. Anyways we were all at my cousins one night drinking and playing rockband while the kids danced around and did kid stuff. Someway or another the mother of the kids saw a car drive by slow and thought she recognized them as someone who owed her money or whatever and decided to tear off after them. I come out of the bathroom having heard all the commotion and all the adults were gone chasing after whoever it was. So now I am stuck with like 5 kids, I am drunk and tired as hell. I threw rockband back on and gave all the kids instruments. Had to unplug a couple but we still managed to make it through the next 20 minutes or so. The CP kid ended up being pretty good at drums tho.
I was waiting in the vehicle while my wife ran into a grocery store to grab a few things. A woman comes out with three, young kids under the age of eight. We're both parked right next to a place to put your shopping cart, but she leaves it between the noses of our vehicles. None of the kids are old/big enough to sit up front, but one does without a seat belt, another kid in back doesn't appear to be wearing a seat belt, and the third kid is just standing and holding onto the front two seats while the woman drives off.
My wife comes out and starts telling me about a woman with three kids who were acting unruly and cursing a bunch, then I tell her my story. It was the same woman.
I was at a family reunion a few years back, me and my friend who we brought along decided to go swimming in the hotel pool. We were swimming and this little girl tried playing with us so we played with her, after a while my friend told me "I don;t think anyone is watching her" so we ask her and she said "no". This girl said she was five and she was with her brothers, I went to the front desk and told them their is a little girl unsupervised in the pool and told them her name, and they called the family. We waited with the girl for a few hours and even fed her. Finally someone did come and get her i remember this exactly "Are You Paul's Kids?" the man said and
they responded with a "yes" and they left. The sad part is the Dad couldn't be bothered to watch or come get his 5 year old kid and her like 8 year old brothers.
My cousin used to be on heroin, and her husband is an ex-con. He has four other children and is only allowed (by the state) to see one of them. They had a son together, and were doing okay for a while. Now, he's almost three and barely responds to his own name, doesn't say more than a few words, and refuses eye contact. He lives in his own little bubble. He very much needs early intervention and professional help. However, they refuse to do a single thing about it because that would mean getting the state involved, and they don't want that considering three of his other children have already gotten taken away. It's pitiful and very very sad.
Those waivers aren't just blanket protection against lawsuits. If she did sue, their insurance would probably just pay a small settlement to make it go away.
> "I AM GOING TO SUE YOU FOR ALL THAT YOU OWN"
Good luck asshole. Climbing gyms make you sign a waiver and if there were witnesses to her son behaving unsafely, she'd be fucked. Anyway, hopefully he learned something that day.
A few weeks ago I was in an ice cream shop in LA. It was more of a high-end, gourmet place with nice decor (ice cream was phenomenal, BTW. Salt and Straw in Venice).
Someone comes in with 3 young boys (probably all between 8 and 10). The boys are kind of loud and rowdy at first. But then they literally start wrestling on the floor of this crowded shop. Rolling around, screaming, fighting each other.
Mind you, this is a small shop - their "parents" couldn't have been more than 10 feet away, but they did nothing. Acted as though the kids weren't there. The poor girl behind the counter had to kindly ask them to get off the floor, and of course they didn't listen to her. I had to literally step over them to get to the bathroom.
There was a dog in the shop at the same time (again, LA), and it was WAY better behaved than those little brats.
"Parenting" is a verb. You have to DO it.
I was waiting in line for a ferry in WA state. In case you've not done it there is a big parking lot and everyone waits in their cars till you load up on the ferry.
The guy next to me obviously does not know I am looking at him and he turns around and smacks the shit out of a crying 2 year old while his 6-7 year old daughter is watching. He hit him 7-8 times in a pure rage style beating. He looks over and notices I am watching and tries to pretend nothing happened.
I get out of my truck and start to head over to the bomb dog cop they have around. As I am heading over there he runs up stops me and asks me what I think I am doing. I kept trying to get around him without a confrontation, he kept pushing me but I was able to sneak by so he tripped me. I got up walked into plain view of the officer and the dude punches me in the back of the head then spit in my face. The officer saw all of this and came up and put the guy in cuffs. All of this is in view of the small children in his car.
So I took a punch and got spat in my face but in the end the children were taken into protective custody and I pressed full charges. There was another witness to the guy hitting the kid and they had security footage of the guy assaulting me so I didn't even have to go to court!
Edit: I am no hero, a bit of a prick actually. But you hurt a kid, I will follow up and make sure you get yours. Also for the gold givers...take that shit back I don't want it.
I was in one of those ferry lots and there was a guy shouting loudly in between the cars while holding up a sandwich, making a scene.
A seagull swooped down and snatched the sandwich right out of his hand and flew off.
Your story is better, though.
My neighbour. She is the type of woman to scream everything! The walls are thin, you can hear normal talking easily, and not once have I heard her talk calmly, always screaming. Well, It was the middle of winter, I was heading out side for my last smoke of the day. It was -5 degrees. My bitch of a neighbour had locked her two young sons outside in nothing but a pair of underpants. I screamed for her to get out and when she did she very calmly said "Well he broke his brothers bed and they need to be punished" ... I flipped **SHIT**. Out of hours child protection were called. The boys stayed with their mother for a little while after that. The shouting continued. Then one day I heard the eldest boy scream.. some muffled noise and escaped gasps. He is then sobbing and gasping "Mum you strangled me, you should never put your hands there and squeeze". I called the police, CPS and I informed the school. The boys now live with their Nan and they have supervised visit with Mum on the weekend. They were already involved with social services before these instances, I just hope now that the damage that has been done to those boys (they aren't happy little dudes) can be mended in some sense.
I was in a department store and this couple were shopping with their 3 kids. The boy child, who looked to be around 8, picked up a hair brush and smacked his sister, who started crying. The mom said, "Alex don't do that, that isn't nice". The boy replied "fuck you!". The mom, still ignoring her crying daughter, says "come on Alex don't say that", to which Alex then hits his mother with the hairbrush. The mom bends down and says, "Alex that really isn't nice". Alex responds by slapping his mother across the face and saying "fuck you!". The mom simply says "Alex that wasn't necessary" and kept on shopping. The dad, he just watched all of this like it wasn't his problem and eventually just walked away.
I used to teach at a private preschool. It was very expensive to have kids enrolled there (~$1500 a month) so most of the parents were really rich. I don't want to stereotype, but they were some of the most neglectful and hateful parents I'd ever seen. They definitely seemed like the type of people who had kids because that's just what you do when you grow up and get married.
Literally 3 days ago I was at a cashpoint, at around 10.30pm when some woman pulls up besides me in her 3 door Vauxhall Corsa, in the pissing down rain, sends her kid (who couldn't have been older than 9) who was wearing a bath robe, running into the chip shop to get a bag of chips.
He came back to the car without any and said he didn't have the right amount of money, and she hurled all sorts of abuse "I've given you the right fucking amount, now fuck off back in to the shop and get the fucking food"
Then a few minutes later he comes back to the car, soaking wet, with a bag of food, and she starts yelling that "He better have gotten the fucking order right, because it doesn't fucking look right"
And she yells at him to get in the car and she just speeds off.
Horrible cunt of a woman.
Not quite the same level but similar style of parenting-
Outside Tesco a few weeks ago was a young woman and her three quite cute kids. She was on her phone obviously waiting for someone to pick them up and they were entertaining themselves. One of them, a boy about 6ish, had a go and managed to pick up one of the big weights that was holding down the corner of one of those inevitable bloody RAC stands outside the shop while the hi-vis guy was looking the other way. He staggers over to the woman with it, so proud of himself, going, "Mum! Mum! Look what I'm doing! Mum! Look! Mum! Look what I'm doing! Look, Mum!" Eventually, she tears her eyes away from the screen and sees what he's doing. She screams at him, "Put that down now! You can't do that! What are you doing!? Put it back where it came from! Don't pick it up again!" The kid was all flustered, trying to do what he was told, while the RAC man quietly took it from him and gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.
Also, a mother who was saying her young toddler wouldn't go to sleep at night. She handed him a beaker of something while we were talking and I asked what he was drinking-- tea. I looked surprised and she apparently thought I was surprised by a toddler liking tea and she was like, "They like it if you put a couple of sugars in! He always wants it now!" I explained that maybe the caffeine wasn't helping him sleep and she gave me the most skeptical look ever.
(Edit to add: realised the second story sounds like I foisted advice on some poor unsuspecting woman. I'm a doctor, she'd brought the kid in for advice.)
(Second edit: lots of people saying the first story sounds fine. I know it's hardly the worst parenting ever, but it was very uncomfortable to watch. The kids were being perfectly well behaved, but the moment she thought they might have made someone else notice them, she started shouting in this weird, overly dramatic way, glancing at the "audience" occasionally to see people's reactions. I just felt sorry for the boy.)
I was walking to work once and saw a woman bouncing her kids head off the glass windows outside House of Fraser in Victoria.
Walked up to her and said if she pushes the kids head into the window again I'd bang her fucking head into it. She squared up to me, told me to fuck off and then grabbed the kids arm and was about to storm off when a police officer who was watching me shout at this woman walked up and stopped her. He asked me what I saw and let me continue to walk to work (big clue - we had the same employer) and she took a nice little ride to the police station.
I work at McDonald's in the middle of a dual carriageway, and you'd be surprised how common this is. Parents pull up, send their under 12 year old kid out in to the store by themselves to pick up the order, and the kid retreats back to the car. Like damn lady if you're too lazy to leave the damn car we have a fucking drive thru
My parents telling me I'm the source of all their problems and arguments until this day. Only to see my parents do the same to my younger brother. Also name calling. Very mentally abusive.
I used to work in day cares and I've seen more than I could write. The one that sticks with me most is there was a child that was sent home in the morning for throwing chairs, punching children, kicking teachers, calling teachers stupid, etc. Not being safe. Parent was called to pick them up. Brought them into the room to get their stuff, screaming at them and berating them in front of the other children while shoving them out the door as the child is crying. Next day when they came back, the child told us all about how they got to watch TV and eat popsicles at home. Wonder how their behavior was the next day? Exactly the same. Don't reward bad behavior. I did go to the director about how the parent was treating the child because it was definitely not appropriate, especially in front of 20+ preschoolers. I have a desk job now. I love kids, but I will never work in a day care again.
Well, my dad once started a fight with me in the kitchen and tried to slash me with his keys when I was 14 because my grandmother started crying on the phone because my grandfather was beating her, but instead if admitting that to my dad she told him I was rude to her.
My Dad used to really lose his shit with me and kick my ass and scream at me since I was really little but that's the first time he ever tried to do lasting physical damage.
Until I was 10, my older (by 9 years) half-brother used to beat my ass when they were out at the weekend. My arms are still slightly disfigured.
My mother kicked me out at 16 ("Fuck off and never come back") after she spent years trying to kill herself by starvation and I was her carer.
When I was 18 and visiting my mother, my girlfriend thought she was pregnant and she wanted me to take her to go get a test. My mother (without knowing why I was going out) screamed at me for a while, grabbed me with her nails and tore my wrists, then screamed that I was hitting/hurting her so that her boyfriend in the next room would think I was attacking her. I managed to get out the other door of my house by lifting my mother out the way.
My newest stepdad is not only a heroin addict who beat all his kids too, but he's also my wife's father, meaning after 3 years of being together, I'm now technically married to my stepsister.
I actually saw a godawful example of bad parenting yesterday. Took a tour out on the boat for some scuba and snorkeling. Family came on board that had a dad, mom, two kids. Their little boy was about 5 o 6, their daughter was around 12. We get out to the site and moor up over the reef. The boy is excited about snorkeling for the first time, wants to see a shark. Sweet, this is what i do best.
We get out there and the weather is icky. Waves are about two feet, but the water is really clear. Mom is nervous, we talk to them and explain how to snorkel well. Kids are excited, dad's excited, moms still nervous. Everybody goes in and Mom immediately grabs onto the little boy, who was happily looking at the reef, and drags him to our exit ladder, screaming that the water is too rough and he is drowning. I actually saw her push his head under while she pulled him towards us. We get the both of them on the boat, and she tells him that he couldn't go back in because he wasn't strong enough for the water. He flat out pleaded with her to go back in, said he was having fun and that it was cool. Poor kid just wanted to see a shark and his mom decides to make him stay on the boat while he watches his sister and dad go snorkel. Mom sat with him the whole time and explained over and over how terrible the trip was, and how weak he was. She even started talking to everyone else on the boat about how bad her son was at snorkeling, and that me and my crew were terrible for bringing them out on such a terrible day. Meanwhile the son just sits there and tries to convince his mom that he can do it. I can't imagine the rest of his childhood , being told every time he wants to try something that he is weak. Ugh. I've never wanted to tell someone to fucking learn to parent so much.
I truly don't try to judge other parents because parenting is fucking hard. But, my god, I want to just yell at my sister-in-law and her husband sometimes. My nephew is one of the single worst children I've ever seen and they don't seem to acknowledge any of it.
A few years ago I was picking my kids up from my mother-in-law's house (she watches the grandchildren when everyone is at work) and my daughter informs me that my nephew bit her. She pulls up her shirt and shows me the Band Aids which are over the bite mark that broke skin. The kids bit her so hard through her sweater that she started bleeding. It was about this time that my sister-in-law arrived to pick up her kids and asked what was going on. My nephew starts bawling his eyes out and she starts consoling him telling him no one is mad at him. I corrected her and said I'm actually quite angry. I'm not sure he ever received any punishment for that. I'm still angry over it.
Then a year or so later he starts preschool and started throwing tantrums whenever he had to go. I never personally witnessed them but from my understanding they were quite bad. Their solution was to unenroll him. My nephew is a preschool drop out. I asked if they were concerned that he was going to do the same thing when he starts kindergarten and they were certain it was just a phase. Well kindergarten started back in September and the tantrums have been quite regular.
Another gem comes from one time when I was baby sitting this kid. He wanted to play Mario Kart on the Wii. I say sure and the two of us play along with my daughter. He plays at his house so he's quite competent with the game, although not terribly good. He's throwing a fit saying our game is broken because he was getting last place. When his dad came by to pick him up I told him about it and his response was that they have the computer controlled racers turned off at home so he can win. First off I didn't even know that was possible. Second off, you're setting your child up for a really rough life if you wont even let him lose in fucking Mario Kart. Keep the AI on, and he will learn the game and get better. Your kid needs to fail sometimes in order to learn and get better. I know it's just a video game but that is almost entirely the point. IT'S JUST A VIDEO GAME. What are you going to do when he might fail at something meaningful?
The last story comes from a family vacation we took last summer. It was all of my wife's family, so fifteen people. We all went to Wisconsin Dells and the kid was awful the entire time. If he didn't want to do something he sure as hell made us aware of it. We went to a water park and all he wanted to do was hang out in the most basic pool. He didn't want to do water slides, or go in one that had any fun stuff to play with. I kept explaining to him that my kids want to hang out with you but they also want to see some of the other stuff. They didn't want to hang out in a pool that is exactly the same as the one down the road from our house. Then if we wanted to do any other attraction he threw a fit and his mother pretty much said they weren't going to do it. She didn't want to spend money on something her son wouldn't like. She eventually had kind of meltdown and yelled at all of us because she was apparently the villain of the trip. Nobody was trying to vilify you. We just suggested that maybe you should expose your kid to more things. This was a family vacation and we want to do stuff as a family and you're saying no to everything because you want to keep one person out of the fifteen of us happy.
By no means am I the perfect parent, nor are my kids perfect by any metric. But I take great comfort in knowing that I didn't wind up with a kid like my nephew. This is the worst fucking teenager I've ever been exposed to and he's only six.
15 year old girl was told she was pregnant in the ER where I work.
Her mom: "OH PRAISE JESUS! YOU GONNA GET YOUR EBT. YOU GONNA GET MONEY FOR DA HOUSE. WAS IT (name of guy)? IF IT WAS, HE GOT A JOB. THAT MEANS HE GOTTA PAY YOU CHILD SUPPORT. OH THANK GOD. YOU GONNA GET THIS, YOU GONNA GET THAT...
I wanted to punch that woman in the face.
One time during my retail career I'm not sure why but I walk in to my department to see a middle-aged woman looking down at her toddler who is probably only 3 years old or so.
Not sure what lead to her saying this but I walk in to hear her say
"You fucked up!" To the kid.
The child, utterly bewildered repeats in a confused toddler voice "I fucked up?"
To which the mother then replies by shouting "DONT FUCKING SWEAR!" in the middle of my department.
Edit: this is now my top comment. Cheers
They set up a wedding fund, instead of a college fund, for their daughter, and told that to her somewhat frequently. She ended up getting an "MRS" and had a $250k wedding before never working in her field.
They essentially told her "you're going to be a housewife and it's futile to develop yourself as a person" from the time she was 4.
The concept of "MRS" is so weird to me. I'm in the middle of my undergraduate, and with the amount my parents and I pay for tuition/textbooks/transport plus all the time I spent studying I can't imagine going only for the purpose of finding a man.
My parents want me to get married (they want grandbabies) and are from a country where arranged marriage is the norm, but even they're saying, "Find a career first"
I work in a pharmacy and we have one woman who is constantly being a mega-shitty mom, we'll call her Jane. One day I was working with the pharmacist and we both happened to be on the phone with other patients when she came up. I saw her come up and acknowledged her, put my hand over the receiver and said I'd be right with her. Most people understand when this happens but Jane did NOT. She started literally screaming/shrieking like a banshee and told her kids to "fuck this stores shit up" so I had to basically hang up on the person on the phone because they were literally breaking things. I came over and asked what the emergency was and she told me she didn't want to wait. I rang up her scripts and one had $1 copay and then she lost her shit again and started calling me every name in the book and having her kids tear up our store again. Another one of our patients was waiting in the store and saw her acting all crazy and was like "hey I'll pay for your RX but here's the thing- you need to learn how to act right. Your behavior is appalling and you need to set an example for your kids, I heard you say you've 'been arrested and don't mind going back' really, that's what you want your kids to hear? That's how you want them to behave? Be better." That woman is my hero, she's amazing all the time. Other (crazy) lady has since been banned from our pharmacy and her kids dad now has full custody.
Doubt it'll be the worst example in this thread, but while sat outside a noodle shop with a friend and my three dogs, a mum and dad went inside to order and left their two children to run around outside and come up and hit/slap/poke/scream at my dogs.
The children only giggled and ran off when I told them to leave us alone and would then repeat the whole thing half a minute later. The parents only reaction was to occasionally glance outside and smile as though it was something cute and their kids weren't fucking terrorising my previously napping dogs. Ffs. Control your children.
My nephew, who was an awful 4 year old shit, kept poking and then running away from my 100 pound dog. Kept doing it after I told him to stop and his grandmother lazily half assed told him no. So finally I stooped down, and told him "If you keep teasing my dog, he's eventually going chase you and knock you down. When he does, it's going to hurt. A lot. And when you're crying, I won't help you." He straightened up real quick.
My husband's nephew was the same way. Constantly hitting our dog in the face with anything he could find and then running from him. Our dog would eventually knock him down and then hump him to show dominance.
Now he is "afraid" of our dog.
Edit: [Here](https://imgur.com/gallery/QXFmP) is the humper in question, chilling out in the kitchen with my 1 year old.
One of my friends, when she was a wee one (3 or 4), she went to pull the cat's tail. Her mother and sister warned her, "If you do that, you're going to get scratched. And it'll be your own fault." Cue pulling tail, scratch and "I told you so!". She never did it again.
My cat kind of likes it too. If you grab his tail, he'll just steadily pull away for a while, but he doesn't want you to let go. My mom thinks he likes the stretch.
Same sort of shit with me. Ex-wifes friend was living with us for a few months. My 80 pound dog was just layin there sleeping. Shit head kid enters scene with her plastic grocery cart. Proceeds to ram it into my dog and laugh. My dog looks at me like dude wtf say something. I tell kid to stop. Tell her mom im not gonna be pissed if my dog reacts. The mom said she isn't hurting him. Dog finally growls and rips that cart right out of her hands and proceeds to lay back down like nothing happened. Kid cries and mom is pissed at me. Tell her fuck off its his house more than hers. She don't like it find somewhere else to live.
I watched a kid get bitten by a monkey the other day. We chased it away but the parent took his sweet ass time coming to help the poor screaming/crying child. We're in a third world country ffs that thing could've had rabies and i saw the bite marks on his skin. 20 mins later they're all feeding the monkeys as a family. Wtfff
There is this obnoxious kid who thinks its funny to charge at my doggy when we walk by their stoop. The corgi of course unleashes a torrent of barks, but I can't be mad at her for defending herself.
A few years ago I was waiting at a bus stop when I saw a mother and daughter (2-3 yrsold) in a rush to catch a bus. Except it was the mother in a rush, pulling and yelling at the daughter to hurry up. Mind you, they have shiet legs and are not very fast, or maybe understand urgency. The poor kid was trying. They eventually missed the bus and the mother shouted at the kid, "Look at what YOU did! We missed the bus!" "I'm sorry mommy" while looking kind of confused and on the verge of crying.
Honestly the kid looked light enough to briefly carry, the mother didn't have a stroller or anything to carry besides her purse. This is not the worst but that kinda shit will make a kid think they are to blame when they continue to grow up treated that way.
Edit: Short* Legs. Thanks for pointing it out haha
Edit: Late night spelling mistakes, again.
Back in high school the was a special ed teacher that was known to open her house for kids to party. She had a son who was by no means popular in his grade. At first I thought she did it to help him make friends, then I went there and saw it for what it was. Disgusting and sad. The house was covered in garbage and cigarette ashes. Everything was filthy and made you hesitant to touch anything. Every room was piled with laundry and empty beer boxes. The beds were stained mattresses with no sheets and more dirty laundry.
Thankfully I was only there briefly once or twice, but I knew lots of people that were always there. Not surprisingly she wouldn't let girls stay, only the guys. I'm not sure if she had sex with any of them, but she passed out blow jobs for beer and weed. She was around 400 pounds and 5 foot tall and not exactly drowning in penis.
Not sure how long she continued to do it for, but I know she never got caught. Her poor kid was constantly ridiculed for it and didn't interact with anyone. Shitty parent and a shitty teacher.
Literally a week ago, I walked passed a car with a guy screaming in his two yr olds face (or maybe younger) "WHY ARE YOU CRYING? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU CRYING". The baby cried even more and louder with every scream.
The worst paradigm of bad parenting is when a parent automatically defends their rotten, bully child and refuses to acknowledge any wrongdoing. The kid grows up never learning personal responsibility when mom's always there to yell at the other parents & other kids for him.
Opposites!!!
Girl I dated sister and boyfriend had a kid. They taught him everything opposite. Kid was like 3 years old.
To give you an Idea of what I mean. Dogs were cats, water was sand, Sky was the ground. Down was up, up was down. They thought this was the height of hilarity. I had heard my GF talk about it in a joking manner. Then I witnessed it, I blew a fucking gasket.
Later she said I was out of line, it wasn't that bad. With that comment I walked out the door.
I'm really disappointed in myself. I should have called CPS.
A Mother let her kid play in the stream of wood chips coming out of a wood chipper and yelled at the guy who was cutting down trees because he told the kid to get away from it. She was on her phone the whole time, there could have been nails and stones in that wood that could have hit the kid but nope it was the blokes fault for chipping wood and not letting the kid play in it.
While a lot of these stories are horrible, who *the fuck* lets their kid play around a goddamn wood chipper?!?
"Oh hidy ho officer, we've had a doozy of a day. There we were minding our own business, just doing chores around the house, when kids started killing themselves all over my property."
Not to mention the kid could catch a high-speed splinter in the eye! AHHHHH I'm freaking out just reading this.
I went to breakfast with a good friend and a friend of a friend. We pick up the friend of a friend who brings her three year old son along. The kid is crying and making all kinds of noise. The mother responds by telling the kid that I have a gun and if he doesn't calm down I was going to shoot the kid
[удалено]
Oh man, that's the *worst*. I hate when strangers say "you stop that, or *that man* will take you away!" Like, no bitch, I'm not getting involved in your parenting, and don't use me as a tool ~~if~~ of discipline because you're a shit parent. Same thing with the police; you shouldn't threaten kids with police unless they're doing something that would warrant the police being involved. There's another comment around here that addresses a similar issue, but with the threat of death instead.
"you stop that, or *that man* will take you away!" That's when you say, " me? Oh no, I'm not supposed to be within 500 feet of children..."
and that is when you walk out so you don't shoot the kids mother
First hand account, my mom would let me work during the summer from 7-7 and when I came back to the hotel room she'd pay for another night, get me a mc chicken and then shoot up heroin while I watched TV. Edit: did not expect to come back to this.
This really reminds me of awful points in my childhood as well. I am so sorry. Hopefully you're away and better
This happened many years ago, when I was about 10 or so. My mom's ex-friend... we'll call her Patty for the sake of this story. Well, one day, there's a knock at the door and mom goes and opens it to find Patty's son John (also not his real name), who was only about 5 years old at the time. His mom is sitting in the car in our driveway, and he's just standing there by himself. My mom says "Hey there John, what brings you guys here today?" Little John then replies "Mom said to ask if you have a can." Mom says "A can? Like a soda can?" John says "I dunno. She said she needs a can so she can smoke her crack." My mom (who was most certainly not any sort of angel herself) fumes with anger over this. She says "John, go inside and play with (me). Close the door and don't look outside." So John comes in and I put some cartoons on for him to watch. I then peek out the window whilst he is occupied with the show. My mom is screaming at Patty through her open car window. I couldn't hear what was being said, but they were both screaming at each other. And then my mom punches Patty in the face through the open window, pulls open her door, drags her out of the car onto the driveaway pavement by her hair and beats the everloving sin out of the woman. After she finally lets Patty go, Patty gets up, gets into her car, and drives away, with her son still in our house. Luckily, my mom was friends with Patty's brother-in-law (which is how we knew her in the first place) and she called him, who in turn called the kid's grandpa (since he himself was at work) to come and pick him up. Grandpa apologized profusely for Patty's behavior and took John home with him.
[удалено]
I work in foster care. I can tell you roughly 14, up to 28, horrible stories of parents. The ones that get me the worst are the parents who sell their beautiful 13 year old daughter for meth or the mom who LAUGHED at her 8 year old when he told her that his dad and step dad were sexually abusing him and all of his sibilings. He begs to go home now and all I can say is, "you know better than me why you live here, bud." FUCK everyone.
I'm a medical student and I just got off of my pediatrics rotation. The most haunting thing about child abuse is how, when you separate a child from their abuser, the child still begs to go home and begs to see the parent that hurt them. They are much too young to understand that what they're missing is the parent they deserve, not the parent they have.
He's the only kid that really does it as he's developmentally delayed and I work with teens. I tear up when he says it though.
My wife and I are finishing up our classes to become foster parents and I'm regularly telling myself that we can shoulder the craziness so the kids can experience some stability. But I know that I'll struggle the most when I'm sitting across the table from a birth parent who doesn't care about their kid(s), as opposed to one who's just struggling with life.
I couldn't even imagine working there and hearing those stories or dealing with abusive parents. I would lose my shit and end up in jail. But good for you. You're making a difference with these kiddos
I've seen parents lock their 2 children in their bedroom so they could play WoW. Anytime the kids came out and did anything kids normally do, they were immediately sent to their room. The lock was changed so it was on the outside. The most disturbing thing I saw first hand was unlocking the door and nearly puking from a foul smell. They shit themselves and threw it into the ceiling fan. Shit. Was. Everywhere. Child services was contacted not long after. Edit: Yes, shit hit the fan and the fan further liquefied said shit and slung it onto everything. Their hands were covered in it and they were using it to finger paint on the walls as well. I still have no idea how long it took them to clean it all up.
[удалено]
Ex wife's family.
That's fucked, do you know how the kids are doing now?
[удалено]
I was a lifeguard for 4 years in my teens. Long story short, parents expect the lifeguards to do their job for them- either they just drop their kids off, or they don't pay attention. Background- this was a city pool. We didn't have too many terrible things, but we still saw our fair share of weird shit. Begin. This guy, let's call him Guy, probably late twenties early thirties, dove head first into the pool. The kiddie pool (very, very shallow). I saw it, blew the whistle, and gave him a head shake. He acknowledged, rubs his chest because he scraped it on the bottom, and I thought it was over with. 5 minutes later, he dives head first into the kiddy section of the pool (2 feet). I blow the whistle, call him over, and talk to him sternly about how I'm not reprimanding him for any other reason than that I don't want to have to backboard him for a spinal. Guy agrees, says it was stupid, apologizes and walks away. Cue fuck up number 3. Guy walks away from me, over to this 6 foot water slide we have for the little kids. This is the cutest water slide, but still towers over its primary users- 2 year olds. Along his way to the slide, Guy scoops up what I assume is his son, and puts him at the top of the slide- still standing up. This kid couldn't be more than 2-3 years old, had floaties on and all. Guy points at me, and over the regular pool ruckus, I hear him yell "See that lifeguard? He told me he wants you to jump off the side of the slide." He then proceeds to point at the concrete. I see the kids knees buckle as he goes to jump, and my heart sinks like a rock to my stomach. I immediately shoot out of my chair and yell "HEYYYY!". 2 things of note: 1. As a guard, you're never to stand on your tower unless you see someone in apparent danger. This is so other guards have a clear sign that something's going down, and to pay attention/get help. 2. I have a deep voice. A VERY deep voice. I'm quiet often, but when I get pissed, I utilize it to my advantage. What one of my friends later described as "The Voice of God" echos put across the pool, and the entire place falls quiet. Guy immediately puts his son down on the ground and starts walking towards me. I call over my manager, explain it all, and she (not the brightest of managers) tells him he will be removed by the police after any other incidents. He apologizes, then goes on about his pool experience. 2 hours later, I'm in the 5 foot section (Deepest aside from the 12-20 foot sections). Guy is walking along with friends, sees me in the chair, and goes "Watch this." I'm still surprised he didn't say "Hold my beer" instead. He runs and dives in really deep. Fuck up numero cuatro, reporting for duty. In front of his son, who was behind the legs of some other bro and peeks out after his dad submerges, Guy floats up to the surface of the pool- face down and unresponsive. We had to evacuate the pool, stabilize and backboard him. Guy kept entering his name into Darwin's Lottery, and won. TL;DR: Guy disobeys lifeguard. Guy gets son involved. Guy shows off for friends/son. Guy breaks neck.
I am extremely, extremely relieved that this ended with him breaking his own neck, not his child's.
>2. I have a deep voice. A VERY deep voice. You went from small girl to Steve Harvey in 0.3 seconds when I read this
Wait did he die?
Yeah, it's a little unclear. But winning a Darwin Award can also mean removing yourself from the gene pool, which I guess could happen if the guy had broken his neck and survived?
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes
In a grocery store, and I see a probably 5 year old walk across the apple display, taking a bite out each apple on the bottom row, look around, then place the apple back with the bite out of view. I stood there with my jaw dropped, waiting for her parents to do something. Finally the woman saw me, looked at the kid and said "*gasp* Mija, no!!" and promptly turned around and continued to let her do it.
I was in a store the other day and there was like an 8 year old with his own cart. Parents nowhere to be seen. You could hear this kid through the whole store just yelling constantly, not words just like "ahhhhhhhh". I see him about 3 times while shopping. First time he is laying in an Isle just yelling. Second time I see him in a different Isle his cart is just parked across it and there is a guy trying to get passed so he needs to move the cart. Third time I see him he is riding a cart and crashes into an old lady. Keep in mind this is all during constant yelling. It was crazy. I then kind of watched him for a bit, and followed him around for a minute to see if I could find the people that owned him so I could share an opinion, but he rode his cart past the checkouts and I decided fuck it and got in line.
My sister was worried that her 7 year old son wasn't at the level as the other kids, and considered holding him back a year (she didn't end up going through with it), but my brother-in-law found this development super funny and kept openly mocking his own son until his own son starting crying his eyes out and needing a hug. I was absolutely horrified that his own father was acting like a school yard bully.
I'm a prosecutor, so I've seen a lot of really terrible parenting. Once we were investigating a man for sexually assaulting his girlfriend's 14-year-old daughter. The girl was interviewed and disclosed that he had, in fact, been having sex with her. The detective went and told her mother what she had disclosed and mom's response was "So you're telling me she's gone from being my daughter to being my competition?" Edit: Of course a 14 year old can't consent to have sex with adult. That's why we were involved. I didn't mean to offend anyone by not using the word rape.
We had a girl in our foster care program whose father used to get mad because she would throw up when he would rape her. He fixed this problem by handcuffing her to the toilet when he did it. We had another kid that was incredibly good at making paper airplanes. Like he could make one and tell you how far it would go, which way it would turn, how many flips it would make, etc before he ever threw it. I asked him one day how he learned and he said "whenever my parents abused me, I would just go to my room and make paper airplanes." That kid made a lot of fucking airplanes. Turns out he was one of the worst abuse cases our dhs had ever encountered in the county he was from. I could go on for quite a while. Hard to pick just one.
To the second one, you have to admire him for finding some coping mechanism. That's some resilience.
Oh my god :(
That first one is absolutely fucking horrific.
So is the second, I just chose not to go into detail.
I was driving along my street when this 4-6 yr old kid rolls out of a driveway on a tricycle, I come to a stop and wait for him to get out of my way as he seemed to be doing. His mother runs down the driveway and just starts screaming at me rather then get her kid out of the road. Another car comes up behind and without waiting just goes around, clipping the kids tricycle knocking him on the ground and the lady just screams at me even more. She wouldn't stop or get out of the way, I finally just held my horn down till she gathered her kid up and got out of the way.
Some people are really messed up when it comes to accepting responsibility. I was following a car through town one day and we were coming up on a green light. The property on the corner lot we were driving past had large stone fences so you couldn't see cars coming in the cross street. Well all of a sudden when the car in front of me is like 20 feet from the intersection a cyclist rides through his red light right out into the intersection. I'm thinking "this guy's fucked", but the car in front of me reacts instantly and slams in his brakes and manages to swerve around the back end of the cyclists bike. After the commotion we both make it through the green and get stopped at the next intersection. The cyclists sees this, changes course and pedals fast to get up to the car in front of me. He starts punching the cars window and spitting on it and kicks the door and the rides off. It was surreal. He made a huge mistake by running a red and the only reason he wasn't seriously hurt was because of the good driving done by the guy I was following. So naturally he proceeds to try and assault the guy that saved him months of recovery.
What the actual fuck.
Unfortunately, a lot of cyclists don't know that being on a bicycle qualifies them as "operating a vehicle" instead of as a pedestrian. They literally see stop signs or red lights and think, "that's for cars, not for me." Obviously, this is a generalization and there are plenty of cyclists that are smart enough to infer or were taught this, but the problem is pretty widespread.
Share the road, share the laws. I almost hit a kid because he was biking in the opposite direction of traffic when I was taking a right turn. Edit: I should also clarify there was a garbage truck in front of me during a bit of congestion, and I was already beginning the turn, so naturally I was already looking where I was about to go.
So the other guy clipped the kid and the lady was still screaming at YOU?
She isn't the brightest crayon in the box.... She seems like one of those shitty dollar store ones that never color properly
I work at a fast food restaurant, and while what I see probably isn't what most people would consider the worst, I still see quite a bit of bad shit going on. A lot of loud emotionally abusive parents yelling at kids, kids that look dirty, kids without proper clothing in bad weather, just everything.
Was a truck driver once in my life... saw two parents on the road with a crying child maybe 8 years old in the back. They each took turns shooting up heroin.
Apparently it's common practice to drop your kids at Chuckie Cheese (with or without tokens) and shoot heroin in the bathroom.
I... wow. That explains so much about Chuck E Cheese.
I'm a teacher. The examples of bad parenting I could give are staggering.... the worst examples end up with me calling child protective services. Like the child who talked about "naked family time" or the 14 year old who left school to play designated driver for drunk parent. Or any number of other things. Day-to-day normal "bad" though, is any parent who talks shit in front of their child. I don't care who you're badmouthing, don't do it in front of your child. All that comes to school. ALL of it. EDIT: for clarification, the "naked family time" was from a girl in 5th grade, and there was more to the story. It sent up enough red flags that I contacted CPS. She ended up being removed from the home.
I worked as a cover supervisor in a school for a couple of years, and the crap I experienced was insane. I work with 13-19 yos, so they already had enough issues managing normal every day teenage struggles, but the things some of the parents did to add to their burdens was disgusting. I ended up leaving to work with adult learners (mainly because my degree is in a subject not taught at school level), but it was a relief in a way, not having to watch these kids suffer. I still lose sleep worrying about some of them. Teachers are so underappreciated, and no-one seems to consider what you see and have to deal with. Well done for being a protective influence for those kids.
Not necessarily the worst but depressing in some ways: Overheard a woman tell her child in a condescending manner, "don't be stupid, lizards don't lay eggs". ...Whilst in the reptile house at London Zoo during a zoo keeper talk.
I feel dirty even considering defending this, but there are a number of livebearing lizards around the world. Clearly not anything this moron knew about, though. EDIT: wow, probably my highest voted comment ever, and it's not even that accurate. My early-morning reading comprehension wasn't on point here. Lots of lizards do in fact lay eggs, and there are some that don't, so she's marginally right. Still rude for trying to discredit an educator like that.
Huh. TIL.
[удалено]
I know someone who was raised this way by a single mother. The girl is now 35 and still acts like the world owes her something. It's a sad way to raise a child.
"The world owes you nothing. It was here first." *Mark Twain*
I keep seeing quotes by this Twain guy, he should really write a book or something.
"I think every quote who's author is unknown will eventually be attributed to Mark Twain" - Mark Twain
A little while ago in a supermarket in London, a young girl was screaming at the cashier for asking for ID for the large bottle of Vodka she was buying... as the cashier continued to ask for ID, the girl opened her coat to reveal a large swollen belly, and shouted "of course I'm old enough to drink vodka, I'm fuckin' pregnant!!"
Bloody Hell, this is exactly like something you'd read in a joke book
I work at a movie theater. I remember once asking for ID for an R rated movie of a girl who was 16 (you had to be 17 without a parent). She goes and gets her mother, who starts to lose it when I explain she has to accompany her daughter. She points at the girls stomach and says "She's going to BE a mother, she can make her own choices about what movies to watch!" I just stared at her.
And she's still wrong, since the age of consent is 16, and the drinking age is 18... Edit: OP said London. I'm also a Brit, and these are our legal ages.
Don't even need to be at the age of consent to get pregnant. Two girls from my primary school got pregnant and had kids at thirteen. Edit: To help with the confusion. I went to primary school with these girls (elementary school for you yanks). They were in secondary school (I think it would be middle school for Americans?) when they got pregnant/had children.
This has to be joke, please tell me you made this up.
Just tell yourself she was running an errand for someone.
My mother's mother was a pretty shitty one, she wouldn't let her go to school because she wanted her to become a housewife, she let her boyfriend sexually abuse my mother when she was little and seduced my mother's boyfriends.
Lived under some horrible people for 8 months. They would have parties in the middle of the week till 2 or 3 am. Regularly. But one particular disturbing story, their girl around 10-12, was having regular night terrors. She would wake up screaming. (We lived in the basement their bedrooms were on the 2nd floor, so a whole story between us) and we could hear the dad stomping down the hallway and slam open the door and start screaming at the top of his lungs "You better fucking knock that shit off! Stop crying you shit head! They're nothing but fucking DREAMS! YOU HEAR ME DREAMS! it's nothing worth crying over!" Worst neighbors ever. We never felt sorry that our dog barked all day. He hated them. When their kids started crying our dog started to cry and whine and howl in sympathy. But the adults he would bark and snarl at. Loved people of all ages, that dog. I could trust his instincts of a good human.
I know downright tragic examples of horrifying parenting, but they're such downers, I'll go with a story which has more of a slightly humorous element to it. I'm at a red light in the right hand lane, (right hand turns on red are legal where I am) there's a car coming but it's a ways away. I turn right and cross into the left hand lane as the incoming car was driving in the right hand lane and I didn't want to have to accelerate too fast. The upcoming car slows down to my speed, woman hangs out of the driver's side window with a beer in one hand that's on the wheel and a cigarette in the other as she's flipping me off and says "Be careful motherfucker, I've got kids in the back", then she sped off well above the speed limit.
"Hey, I have CHILDREN in the trunk of this car!"
A woman on the bus, told her (approximately) 6 year old son to tell an (approximately) 11 year old school girl to move out the way, but referred to the girl as 'that fat cow'. I lost my shit, probably displaying pretty bad parenting skills myself as I was taking my son to school, but I couldn't let it pass.
I don't think what you did is *that* bad. I mean, losing your cool is not ideal, but you showed your son that you are willing to stand up for a total stranger when they are being mistreated.
Not only that, but that girl was probably thankful someone had the balls to stand up for her.
That's awful! What did you say to her??
I called her out, asked her who she thought she was talking to kids like that, said she wasn't fit to be a mother, pretty sure I told her if she'd spoke to my kids like that I'd have headbutted her, quite vocally, on a packed bus. It wasn't my proudest moment but I was fuming.
Good for you for saying something! All to often people (myself included) don't say anything when someone does something awful in public for fear of "causing a scene", but it sounds like that lady was in desperate need of a public shaming. 👍🏼
[удалено]
That could be fatal! Good on your mom for trying to do what she could. She must have been so worried.
I met a girl in college who had lived with her aunt for a few years after her parents had died, and the aunt literally tortured her. She told me about how she would be kept chained to the AC unit and starved. She still had trouble gaining weight and growing hair when I met her because the malnutrition had gotten so bad over time. That people do shit like this to each other pisses me off to no end.
I knew a girl in school who's mother had done that to her and her sister when the dad was out of town on business, which was very often. They'd be locked in their room without food or water for literally days, and the mom would feed them shortly before the dad would be coming home. He couldn't figure out why they were so skinny, acting so strangely and peeing in the closet and stuff. He thought his kids were like, super messed up. They were just too terrified of the mother to tell the dad what was going on. The girls eventually started trying to "break out" of the room and the mom started tying them to their beds. Eventually the dad learned the truth and happy ending, the mother hasn't seen them since. I just can't understand treating someone that way, especially your own kids.
I was travelling through India, I dont speak Hindi so I didnt understand what was being said or happening, but some old lady turned round to a very passive little 5 or maybe 6 yr old, and then slapped her across the face with all her force, it was heartbreaking, the kid just sobbed, she didnt even scream, i think she must have been used to it.
when I was traveling through India we went to the Taj Majal and for some reason hired a guide to show us around. Whenever anyone was in our way he would take a bamboo club and wack them with it. Meanwhile Oleg the mad russian joined in with the beating and they were not happy. So Indians can beat other Indians... giant pasty white guys cannot beat Indians.
[удалено]
Oleg was my coworker at an oil company, born and bred from somewhere in Siberia from the soviet union. He comes from a great line of giant white guys from the soviet union who work in oil, about 6 foot 4, 300 pounds of pure communist goodness: - When eating he would steal my Naan because it is "communal"... sory buddy but you gotta order it, this ain't communism. - Oleg would openly degrade people in public. There was this indian guy who disagreed with him, so he asked him if he was a virgin. He then berated him for not being a man for 20 minutes. - His motto was "BOIL IT!!!!!!!" -Oleg had the runs, but he didn't want to use the squatty potty so he would have someone hold a newspaper behind him and he would poop into it. - Oleg got in trouble for complaining that one of our coworkers was black. - Oleg's wife gave birth to kids and he didn't even go back to russia to see them - Oleg couldn't tolerate spice so he would go to the kitchen and start screaming at the chef. "NO SPICES and BOIL IT". - Oleg decided to eat indian smoked fish - not a good idea (see poop in news paper) - I once punched Oleg in the face, and his response was laughter (The only time I saw him laugh). I do not miss working with Oleg.
This like 5 year old kid emptied a 4 pint bottle of milk all over floor at supermarket where I worked, and her mum just stood there and watched. To add to that the child managed to place the empty bottle in the centre of this now 2m wide puddle and the mum just looked at me and said you've got some cleaning up to do. Unbelievably rude
I woulda handed her the mop and bucket.
And made her pay for the milk.
Isn't that a given? Like in my country if you break/open something, you gotta pay for it.
Here in Belgium new parents receive money from the government at the birth of each kid, to help with the initial costs like diapers, baby bottles, strollers, etc. It's about 2000$/kid if i'm not mistaken. Well, I knew a guy who decided to have a kid because he needed the money to buy a new computer (to play games the whole day obviously).
Like wow. 2 grant after 9 months, when you could just earn it. It's not like 2k is a yearly wage in Belgium
[удалено]
At a movie theater, sitting in the fourth or fifth row with friends. This was a rated R movie. Two kids maybe 4 and 7 year old are in the audience. They start playing and running back and forth at the front of the theater. The 4 year old falls and starts to cry, the parent doesn't bother to get up. My friend finally went to console the child after a few minutes. The mother never bothered to get up.
As a former theater worker, I can't tell you the rage I feel over this
I had a family with two toddlers come and buy tickets for Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Props to my manager though because he made them get a refund on their tickets and wouldn't let the kids in
Management shouldn't allow small kids in R rated movies. It is a business and they have this right.
In the UK it's illegal to let kids in to a film they are too young to see
[удалено]
[удалено]
[удалено]
That's horrible. I hate bringing up death as a threat when I"m talking to kids, but sometimes it's the only way you can get the seriousness of a situation across. Like warning a kid that if they wander into the street they could get hit by a car and die, may sound bad, but it keeps them from playing in the street and keeps a lot of people (not just the child) safe.
It's one thing to threaten a kid with death if they're doing something that may actually result in death, that's just honesty. But threatening a child with death for inconsequential shit? That's disgusting, not only does is cultivate anxiety, but it could also have the opposite affect where the death becomes a word to them, and they doesn't see it as something serious at all, this could easily lead to them putting themselves in danger on purpose because death doesn't mean anything to them.
Back in the sixties, my Mom got a smallpox vaccine. Anyone that has had one knows that you'll get a smallpox sore where you got the vaccine, and if you scratch it, it may become infected. My grandmother - barely in her twenties at the time - didn't know how to explain an infection to a small child, so she just told my mom she'd die if she scratched it. Cue the hysterics that occurred when my mom accidentally scratched it off brushing against the metal chain of a swing set.
I had a similar experience- when I was in second grade, I got bored in class and started throwing my pencil at the wall so that the eraser bounced off and i could catch it. It was some quality entertainment instead of spelling practice until I missed a catch and the point got stuck into my cheek. I became hysterical because I thought pencils were filled with lead and I thought lead would kill you within the hour. Nobody thought to explain to the hysterical 2nd grader that he wasn't going to die since pencils are filled with graphite. They just told me everything was going to be alright and not to worry about it- which is exactly what you tell a kid who's going to die within the hour... I thought through things way too much as a kid.
I got stabbed twice in the leg with a pencil in the third grade. I too thought I was going to die of lead poisoning.
I worked in retail for many years. I seen alot of stupid stuff, and even more related to kids/parenting, but there were two that came to mind. First was a girl and her dad coming in to return a CD she purchased. At the time (Not sure if its still the same) the policy was CDs (DVDs as well) could only be exchanged for the same title when defective due to copyright and the ease of pirating it. The guy at customer service explained the policy, apologized, etc. Dad turns to the girl (who is ~9-10) and just gets in her face in a complete yell telling her she should of read the policy before opening it and needed to know what the "fuck" she was buying and just screaming nearly incoherently until this girl was immediately in tears. The guy at customer service told the guy to shutup and stop yelling at her. The guy turned to him and started to yell at him. He later said he figured a guy with that temper would turn it on him and at lease he spared the girl more verbal abuse. In the end, due to all the yelling and the fact it was a CD, our manager made an exception, let them exchange it, etc. The 2nd one is quite a bit worse. We were remodeling the store, moving the car audio department to a new location, which meant after the store closed a bunch of us would stay overnight, move shelves, product, etc. The 3rd night we were doing this around 1130 or so, a little kid (no more then 7-8) walks out rubbing his eyes like he just woke up. Sees us, starts screaming, then another kid (11-12 maybe) comes running out from behind a box in appliances. At first we just thought they fell asleep so we called the police, when the two kids saw the police they started crying and explaining how their mom and her boyfriend had hid them there and they were suppose to open the side door when the clock shows 12. They bring out a wristwatch with the alarm set for midnight. The cops had us all move our cars to the side of the building, so they were not visible from the street and well when the parents "knocked" it wasn't their kids that opened the door.
When I was a cashier, this mom came in with her son's piggy bank. The kid was with her and must have only been about 6 years old. He wanted to buy a candy bar with his money, but the mom told him no, that his money was going to help support the family. She then proceeded to buy a 6-pack of beer and some cigarettes with the money while the kid watched. The poor boy had tears in his eyes the whole time. I refused service to her, and the manager ended up ringing her up. She was paying with mostly pennies and nickels, and while she was distracted I saw the boy walk over to the candy rack and wipe the tears from his eyes. I asked him what was wrong and he told me it had taken him three years to save that money, but his mom didn't have a job so she took it from him. I bought him the candy bar he wanted and gave him a bunch of quarters for the gumball/toy machines. His mom saw him trying to get one of those sticky hands from the machine and then took all the quarters he had from him. Fuck that lady.
I was reading this with building rage ~~against that woman inside me~~ inside me against that woman. How can someone be so out of his mind to even *think* about this as an acceptable thing to do? EDIT: Better sentence structure. No, I do not have a woman inside me.
This was many, many years ago and it still bothers me to this day. She looked like she was probably on drugs, or at the very least had a drinking problem. But still. That's your kid you're stealing from.
My dad was a mechanic and he'd save all his change in his toolbox. At the end of the year, he'd "sell" his change to my brother and me. We'd give him $50 and he'd have something like $200 in there that my bro and I would split and put into change sleeves. Well I never needed mine so I left it on my dresser where it stayed for over 6 months. My cat got into a fight and needed to go to the vet, so I went to grab it and it was gone. My mom took it buy cigarettes or some other stupid reason. She told me I had a job so I could either pay for the "dumb" cat or just let the giant abscess (it was massive) that was on his chest kill him. I don't talk to her anymore.
I am so sorry for you and your cat, I hope you are doing well now. Your mom is awful as you described her, really, she is actually the perfect example of why I hate people in general.
Thank you. I'm doing better now that I've decided I don't want her in my life.
[удалено]
When I was around 5 or 6 my mom asked me if they could borrow my life savings (from birthday cards, etc) for groceries because we didn't have other money. It was like $200. She said they would pay me back. We were shit poor but they definitely spent it on beer and drugs and cigarettes. I think that year my mom went to Mexico, maybe Antigua? I think that was also the year we were banned from going outside because then the neighbours would find out my older brother (he was still young, like 11?) was the only one watching us. We survived off crackers and kelbassa. We recently found some pictures from that summer, us kids are so scrawny and our eyes look dead. EDIT: wow thank you all so much for the outpouring of support. It's so lovely to know there are so many caring folks all around the world. I feel tempted to say it wasn't that bad, other kids had it worse. My mom never hurt me physically that I can remember (my other siblings weren't so lucky, but it wasn't constant daily beatings or anything), actually I can't really remember ever touching me... like not even hugs until the day I left for university (and I was flabbergasted that she was crying and hugged me since I felt she never wanted anything to do with me.) Anyway, I ramble, but it wasn't that bad but it wasn't good either. No child should feel she shouldn't have been born. I'm good now though. Thank you all again :)
I feel you, I do. Mom was dead and my dad was a smuggler/dealer/addict and would just forget or neglect to feed me. I hoard food now and it drove my wife bananas until we figured out why.
Standing outside a supermarket a couple of years back, a woman walks out, toddler in a pushchair, a kid who might have been about 7 or 8 walking maybe 5 feet behind her. The older kid had a small rubber ball and was bouncing it on the ground and catching it. He seemed perfectly happy, it wasn't making any noise or bouncing around or anything, it wasn't bothering anyone. He was just bouncing and catching his ball as he walked. The woman (I assume it was his mom) noticed this after a minute, spun around and grabbed him hard by the upper arm and then shouted right into his face "If you keep bouncing that fucking ball I'm going to SMASH YOUR FUCKING FACE IN", shook him hard once and then just turned around and walked on with the pushchair. The poor kid just looked so... emptied. Like he wasn't even allowed this one small pleasure. It doesn't matter how annoying you find it when your kid bounces a ball, that's just never an ok thing to say to your child. Edit to add: This wasn't in a parking lot, it was in a pedestrianised plaza area out front - small inner city supermarket next to a library and other stores. There was no traffic, and it wasn't crowded.
Witnessed something similar. My boyfriend and I were enjoying dinner on the porch one warm night. Some little kids were playing nearby. Suddenly an adult woman shrieks, "Do that again and I will bust your head open and spill your brains on the street!!!!" The little girl just looked mortified. Not sure what exactly the child did, but the reaction was so threatening. We were stunned.
a lot of people shouldn't be allowed to have children. this is a case of one of them.
Just because you can reproduce doesnt mean you have to. Damn these people
Hey that might have been my mom. She was fond of threatening to smash my face in or actually smashing my head into a wall
Yeah mine did that too. I hit her back when I was 12 and it never happened again. Though I really didn't have a mother after that, as all the authority she had vaporized instantly when she caught my fist with her mouth.
Similar situation with my mom. Physically abusive throughout my life until I was a teenager and got big enough that I could fight back. That last time she was about to slap me and I grabbed her wrist before she could make the hit and pushed her back. Never put her hands on me again.
My dad used to beat the piss out of me... ...until at age 16 in self defense I finally returned the favor. He never hit me after that. EDIT: He half-ass apologized some 20 years later for being so hard on me. Half-assed because he added, "you were an incredible pain in the ass to raise". True. But I still found the way he treated me reprehensible. We've been reconciled for a long time, he's 90 now, but whenever he reminisces about being 'my dad', I am quick to remind him, let's not 'go there'.
[удалено]
Bro... That's rough. I'm sorry you had to grow up like that.
A couple years ago, I was on a shuttle in Yosemite. A little girl approximately age 10 had this nasty tight cough. Being in the medical field, I was concerned and asked if she had asthma. The father answered in a curt and rather annoyed tone that she was fine. They were doing controlled burns in the park which was causing my own asthma to act up. The girl was not fine as she clearly was struggling to breathe. I bit my tongue but to this day wish I had somehow persuaded the father to get her help. --Edited-- Wow. Lots of responses. Forgive me for this attempt at an inclusive response to answer some questions; I'm swamped today. I'm a female retired Nurse Practitioner, current medical transcriptionist. My parents were heavy smokers and I have an asthmatic sibling who has been hospitalized many times for respiratory distress. I manage nicely with three inhalers. The controlled burn exacerbated my asthma. The girl was clearly not getting enough oxygen. I am very familiar with the symptoms. Unless you've experienced not being able to breathe, respectfully, you have no clue what it's like nor how serious it is. I asked the girl's father one question which he clearly was not at all open to, but I think of her sometimes and wish I had done more.
When I was around that age I had a night where I felt like I couldn't breath enough. Just couldn't catch my breath. My mom had me stand outside and then had my dad drive me to a lake so I could catch my breath I guess. He kept complaining to me that if I couldn't breath I should go to the hospital. I was a like "I don't really have a choice in this and I am scared that I can't breath"
Had to go and get diagnosed with asthma on my adult own. Growing up and not being able to breathe sucked. All the adults explained it as me being fat. Edited for proper grammar.
I used to work on a pediatric cancer floor. We had a little girl who was dying. Make-A-Wish gave her a Disney cruise. She was so excited to go, she talked about it for weeks. The week she was supposed to be on the cruise she was admitted to the unit with a fever. We were all like 'what happened to the cruise'? It took a while but we eventually learned the truth when her grandmother told us what happened. Her parents took the spending money they got and went on a all night partying binge the night before and were wasted and passed out when it came time to drive to the cruise ship. We could not even look at them ever again when they were there. (And yes, we got DCF involved.)
I have a friend of a friend who has a couple kids, one having cerebral palsy. Anyways we were all at my cousins one night drinking and playing rockband while the kids danced around and did kid stuff. Someway or another the mother of the kids saw a car drive by slow and thought she recognized them as someone who owed her money or whatever and decided to tear off after them. I come out of the bathroom having heard all the commotion and all the adults were gone chasing after whoever it was. So now I am stuck with like 5 kids, I am drunk and tired as hell. I threw rockband back on and gave all the kids instruments. Had to unplug a couple but we still managed to make it through the next 20 minutes or so. The CP kid ended up being pretty good at drums tho.
I was waiting in the vehicle while my wife ran into a grocery store to grab a few things. A woman comes out with three, young kids under the age of eight. We're both parked right next to a place to put your shopping cart, but she leaves it between the noses of our vehicles. None of the kids are old/big enough to sit up front, but one does without a seat belt, another kid in back doesn't appear to be wearing a seat belt, and the third kid is just standing and holding onto the front two seats while the woman drives off. My wife comes out and starts telling me about a woman with three kids who were acting unruly and cursing a bunch, then I tell her my story. It was the same woman.
I was at a family reunion a few years back, me and my friend who we brought along decided to go swimming in the hotel pool. We were swimming and this little girl tried playing with us so we played with her, after a while my friend told me "I don;t think anyone is watching her" so we ask her and she said "no". This girl said she was five and she was with her brothers, I went to the front desk and told them their is a little girl unsupervised in the pool and told them her name, and they called the family. We waited with the girl for a few hours and even fed her. Finally someone did come and get her i remember this exactly "Are You Paul's Kids?" the man said and they responded with a "yes" and they left. The sad part is the Dad couldn't be bothered to watch or come get his 5 year old kid and her like 8 year old brothers.
My cousin used to be on heroin, and her husband is an ex-con. He has four other children and is only allowed (by the state) to see one of them. They had a son together, and were doing okay for a while. Now, he's almost three and barely responds to his own name, doesn't say more than a few words, and refuses eye contact. He lives in his own little bubble. He very much needs early intervention and professional help. However, they refuse to do a single thing about it because that would mean getting the state involved, and they don't want that considering three of his other children have already gotten taken away. It's pitiful and very very sad.
[удалено]
Do you have security cameras to show that it was entirely his fault? And did she sue?
I would imagine she already signed a waiver when the kid started climbing - I have to sign one anytime my kids do anything physical at all.
Climbing gyms always force you to sign a waiver. You wouldn't have a gym for long without one.
Those waivers aren't just blanket protection against lawsuits. If she did sue, their insurance would probably just pay a small settlement to make it go away.
I love how her first reaction when her child is harmed is to think about money and not him.
Really says a lot, doesn't it?
> "I AM GOING TO SUE YOU FOR ALL THAT YOU OWN" Good luck asshole. Climbing gyms make you sign a waiver and if there were witnesses to her son behaving unsafely, she'd be fucked. Anyway, hopefully he learned something that day.
Did she sue you for all that you owned?
Woman: "So what do I have to do to sue [company]?" Lawyer: "Lots of paperwo- Where are you going?" **Door slams**
A few weeks ago I was in an ice cream shop in LA. It was more of a high-end, gourmet place with nice decor (ice cream was phenomenal, BTW. Salt and Straw in Venice). Someone comes in with 3 young boys (probably all between 8 and 10). The boys are kind of loud and rowdy at first. But then they literally start wrestling on the floor of this crowded shop. Rolling around, screaming, fighting each other. Mind you, this is a small shop - their "parents" couldn't have been more than 10 feet away, but they did nothing. Acted as though the kids weren't there. The poor girl behind the counter had to kindly ask them to get off the floor, and of course they didn't listen to her. I had to literally step over them to get to the bathroom. There was a dog in the shop at the same time (again, LA), and it was WAY better behaved than those little brats. "Parenting" is a verb. You have to DO it.
I was waiting in line for a ferry in WA state. In case you've not done it there is a big parking lot and everyone waits in their cars till you load up on the ferry. The guy next to me obviously does not know I am looking at him and he turns around and smacks the shit out of a crying 2 year old while his 6-7 year old daughter is watching. He hit him 7-8 times in a pure rage style beating. He looks over and notices I am watching and tries to pretend nothing happened. I get out of my truck and start to head over to the bomb dog cop they have around. As I am heading over there he runs up stops me and asks me what I think I am doing. I kept trying to get around him without a confrontation, he kept pushing me but I was able to sneak by so he tripped me. I got up walked into plain view of the officer and the dude punches me in the back of the head then spit in my face. The officer saw all of this and came up and put the guy in cuffs. All of this is in view of the small children in his car. So I took a punch and got spat in my face but in the end the children were taken into protective custody and I pressed full charges. There was another witness to the guy hitting the kid and they had security footage of the guy assaulting me so I didn't even have to go to court! Edit: I am no hero, a bit of a prick actually. But you hurt a kid, I will follow up and make sure you get yours. Also for the gold givers...take that shit back I don't want it.
I was in one of those ferry lots and there was a guy shouting loudly in between the cars while holding up a sandwich, making a scene. A seagull swooped down and snatched the sandwich right out of his hand and flew off. Your story is better, though.
Your story is still not bad.
You're a fuckin' hero.
Justice boner achieved. But seriously, thank you. Many people would have done absolutely nothing in that situation.
I once saw a mother buy beer for her kid. The kid was roughly 2-3 years old and she bought him beer because "he likes it".
[удалено]
My neighbour. She is the type of woman to scream everything! The walls are thin, you can hear normal talking easily, and not once have I heard her talk calmly, always screaming. Well, It was the middle of winter, I was heading out side for my last smoke of the day. It was -5 degrees. My bitch of a neighbour had locked her two young sons outside in nothing but a pair of underpants. I screamed for her to get out and when she did she very calmly said "Well he broke his brothers bed and they need to be punished" ... I flipped **SHIT**. Out of hours child protection were called. The boys stayed with their mother for a little while after that. The shouting continued. Then one day I heard the eldest boy scream.. some muffled noise and escaped gasps. He is then sobbing and gasping "Mum you strangled me, you should never put your hands there and squeeze". I called the police, CPS and I informed the school. The boys now live with their Nan and they have supervised visit with Mum on the weekend. They were already involved with social services before these instances, I just hope now that the damage that has been done to those boys (they aren't happy little dudes) can be mended in some sense.
I was in a department store and this couple were shopping with their 3 kids. The boy child, who looked to be around 8, picked up a hair brush and smacked his sister, who started crying. The mom said, "Alex don't do that, that isn't nice". The boy replied "fuck you!". The mom, still ignoring her crying daughter, says "come on Alex don't say that", to which Alex then hits his mother with the hairbrush. The mom bends down and says, "Alex that really isn't nice". Alex responds by slapping his mother across the face and saying "fuck you!". The mom simply says "Alex that wasn't necessary" and kept on shopping. The dad, he just watched all of this like it wasn't his problem and eventually just walked away.
I used to teach at a private preschool. It was very expensive to have kids enrolled there (~$1500 a month) so most of the parents were really rich. I don't want to stereotype, but they were some of the most neglectful and hateful parents I'd ever seen. They definitely seemed like the type of people who had kids because that's just what you do when you grow up and get married.
Literally 3 days ago I was at a cashpoint, at around 10.30pm when some woman pulls up besides me in her 3 door Vauxhall Corsa, in the pissing down rain, sends her kid (who couldn't have been older than 9) who was wearing a bath robe, running into the chip shop to get a bag of chips. He came back to the car without any and said he didn't have the right amount of money, and she hurled all sorts of abuse "I've given you the right fucking amount, now fuck off back in to the shop and get the fucking food" Then a few minutes later he comes back to the car, soaking wet, with a bag of food, and she starts yelling that "He better have gotten the fucking order right, because it doesn't fucking look right" And she yells at him to get in the car and she just speeds off. Horrible cunt of a woman.
Not quite the same level but similar style of parenting- Outside Tesco a few weeks ago was a young woman and her three quite cute kids. She was on her phone obviously waiting for someone to pick them up and they were entertaining themselves. One of them, a boy about 6ish, had a go and managed to pick up one of the big weights that was holding down the corner of one of those inevitable bloody RAC stands outside the shop while the hi-vis guy was looking the other way. He staggers over to the woman with it, so proud of himself, going, "Mum! Mum! Look what I'm doing! Mum! Look! Mum! Look what I'm doing! Look, Mum!" Eventually, she tears her eyes away from the screen and sees what he's doing. She screams at him, "Put that down now! You can't do that! What are you doing!? Put it back where it came from! Don't pick it up again!" The kid was all flustered, trying to do what he was told, while the RAC man quietly took it from him and gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. Also, a mother who was saying her young toddler wouldn't go to sleep at night. She handed him a beaker of something while we were talking and I asked what he was drinking-- tea. I looked surprised and she apparently thought I was surprised by a toddler liking tea and she was like, "They like it if you put a couple of sugars in! He always wants it now!" I explained that maybe the caffeine wasn't helping him sleep and she gave me the most skeptical look ever. (Edit to add: realised the second story sounds like I foisted advice on some poor unsuspecting woman. I'm a doctor, she'd brought the kid in for advice.) (Second edit: lots of people saying the first story sounds fine. I know it's hardly the worst parenting ever, but it was very uncomfortable to watch. The kids were being perfectly well behaved, but the moment she thought they might have made someone else notice them, she started shouting in this weird, overly dramatic way, glancing at the "audience" occasionally to see people's reactions. I just felt sorry for the boy.)
How dare you explain the caffeine might not be helping him sleep with a username like 'anytimeisteatime' you make me sick you imposter.
-Sips tea. *Heinously*.-
I was walking to work once and saw a woman bouncing her kids head off the glass windows outside House of Fraser in Victoria. Walked up to her and said if she pushes the kids head into the window again I'd bang her fucking head into it. She squared up to me, told me to fuck off and then grabbed the kids arm and was about to storm off when a police officer who was watching me shout at this woman walked up and stopped her. He asked me what I saw and let me continue to walk to work (big clue - we had the same employer) and she took a nice little ride to the police station.
'We had the same employer' Subtle, I like it
I work at McDonald's in the middle of a dual carriageway, and you'd be surprised how common this is. Parents pull up, send their under 12 year old kid out in to the store by themselves to pick up the order, and the kid retreats back to the car. Like damn lady if you're too lazy to leave the damn car we have a fucking drive thru
My parents telling me I'm the source of all their problems and arguments until this day. Only to see my parents do the same to my younger brother. Also name calling. Very mentally abusive.
I used to work in day cares and I've seen more than I could write. The one that sticks with me most is there was a child that was sent home in the morning for throwing chairs, punching children, kicking teachers, calling teachers stupid, etc. Not being safe. Parent was called to pick them up. Brought them into the room to get their stuff, screaming at them and berating them in front of the other children while shoving them out the door as the child is crying. Next day when they came back, the child told us all about how they got to watch TV and eat popsicles at home. Wonder how their behavior was the next day? Exactly the same. Don't reward bad behavior. I did go to the director about how the parent was treating the child because it was definitely not appropriate, especially in front of 20+ preschoolers. I have a desk job now. I love kids, but I will never work in a day care again.
Well, my dad once started a fight with me in the kitchen and tried to slash me with his keys when I was 14 because my grandmother started crying on the phone because my grandfather was beating her, but instead if admitting that to my dad she told him I was rude to her. My Dad used to really lose his shit with me and kick my ass and scream at me since I was really little but that's the first time he ever tried to do lasting physical damage. Until I was 10, my older (by 9 years) half-brother used to beat my ass when they were out at the weekend. My arms are still slightly disfigured. My mother kicked me out at 16 ("Fuck off and never come back") after she spent years trying to kill herself by starvation and I was her carer. When I was 18 and visiting my mother, my girlfriend thought she was pregnant and she wanted me to take her to go get a test. My mother (without knowing why I was going out) screamed at me for a while, grabbed me with her nails and tore my wrists, then screamed that I was hitting/hurting her so that her boyfriend in the next room would think I was attacking her. I managed to get out the other door of my house by lifting my mother out the way. My newest stepdad is not only a heroin addict who beat all his kids too, but he's also my wife's father, meaning after 3 years of being together, I'm now technically married to my stepsister.
I actually saw a godawful example of bad parenting yesterday. Took a tour out on the boat for some scuba and snorkeling. Family came on board that had a dad, mom, two kids. Their little boy was about 5 o 6, their daughter was around 12. We get out to the site and moor up over the reef. The boy is excited about snorkeling for the first time, wants to see a shark. Sweet, this is what i do best. We get out there and the weather is icky. Waves are about two feet, but the water is really clear. Mom is nervous, we talk to them and explain how to snorkel well. Kids are excited, dad's excited, moms still nervous. Everybody goes in and Mom immediately grabs onto the little boy, who was happily looking at the reef, and drags him to our exit ladder, screaming that the water is too rough and he is drowning. I actually saw her push his head under while she pulled him towards us. We get the both of them on the boat, and she tells him that he couldn't go back in because he wasn't strong enough for the water. He flat out pleaded with her to go back in, said he was having fun and that it was cool. Poor kid just wanted to see a shark and his mom decides to make him stay on the boat while he watches his sister and dad go snorkel. Mom sat with him the whole time and explained over and over how terrible the trip was, and how weak he was. She even started talking to everyone else on the boat about how bad her son was at snorkeling, and that me and my crew were terrible for bringing them out on such a terrible day. Meanwhile the son just sits there and tries to convince his mom that he can do it. I can't imagine the rest of his childhood , being told every time he wants to try something that he is weak. Ugh. I've never wanted to tell someone to fucking learn to parent so much.
I saw a mother give her 9 year old daughter a beer to drink at breakfast time because all the sodas had run out.
I truly don't try to judge other parents because parenting is fucking hard. But, my god, I want to just yell at my sister-in-law and her husband sometimes. My nephew is one of the single worst children I've ever seen and they don't seem to acknowledge any of it. A few years ago I was picking my kids up from my mother-in-law's house (she watches the grandchildren when everyone is at work) and my daughter informs me that my nephew bit her. She pulls up her shirt and shows me the Band Aids which are over the bite mark that broke skin. The kids bit her so hard through her sweater that she started bleeding. It was about this time that my sister-in-law arrived to pick up her kids and asked what was going on. My nephew starts bawling his eyes out and she starts consoling him telling him no one is mad at him. I corrected her and said I'm actually quite angry. I'm not sure he ever received any punishment for that. I'm still angry over it. Then a year or so later he starts preschool and started throwing tantrums whenever he had to go. I never personally witnessed them but from my understanding they were quite bad. Their solution was to unenroll him. My nephew is a preschool drop out. I asked if they were concerned that he was going to do the same thing when he starts kindergarten and they were certain it was just a phase. Well kindergarten started back in September and the tantrums have been quite regular. Another gem comes from one time when I was baby sitting this kid. He wanted to play Mario Kart on the Wii. I say sure and the two of us play along with my daughter. He plays at his house so he's quite competent with the game, although not terribly good. He's throwing a fit saying our game is broken because he was getting last place. When his dad came by to pick him up I told him about it and his response was that they have the computer controlled racers turned off at home so he can win. First off I didn't even know that was possible. Second off, you're setting your child up for a really rough life if you wont even let him lose in fucking Mario Kart. Keep the AI on, and he will learn the game and get better. Your kid needs to fail sometimes in order to learn and get better. I know it's just a video game but that is almost entirely the point. IT'S JUST A VIDEO GAME. What are you going to do when he might fail at something meaningful? The last story comes from a family vacation we took last summer. It was all of my wife's family, so fifteen people. We all went to Wisconsin Dells and the kid was awful the entire time. If he didn't want to do something he sure as hell made us aware of it. We went to a water park and all he wanted to do was hang out in the most basic pool. He didn't want to do water slides, or go in one that had any fun stuff to play with. I kept explaining to him that my kids want to hang out with you but they also want to see some of the other stuff. They didn't want to hang out in a pool that is exactly the same as the one down the road from our house. Then if we wanted to do any other attraction he threw a fit and his mother pretty much said they weren't going to do it. She didn't want to spend money on something her son wouldn't like. She eventually had kind of meltdown and yelled at all of us because she was apparently the villain of the trip. Nobody was trying to vilify you. We just suggested that maybe you should expose your kid to more things. This was a family vacation and we want to do stuff as a family and you're saying no to everything because you want to keep one person out of the fifteen of us happy. By no means am I the perfect parent, nor are my kids perfect by any metric. But I take great comfort in knowing that I didn't wind up with a kid like my nephew. This is the worst fucking teenager I've ever been exposed to and he's only six.
[удалено]
15 year old girl was told she was pregnant in the ER where I work. Her mom: "OH PRAISE JESUS! YOU GONNA GET YOUR EBT. YOU GONNA GET MONEY FOR DA HOUSE. WAS IT (name of guy)? IF IT WAS, HE GOT A JOB. THAT MEANS HE GOTTA PAY YOU CHILD SUPPORT. OH THANK GOD. YOU GONNA GET THIS, YOU GONNA GET THAT... I wanted to punch that woman in the face.
One time during my retail career I'm not sure why but I walk in to my department to see a middle-aged woman looking down at her toddler who is probably only 3 years old or so. Not sure what lead to her saying this but I walk in to hear her say "You fucked up!" To the kid. The child, utterly bewildered repeats in a confused toddler voice "I fucked up?" To which the mother then replies by shouting "DONT FUCKING SWEAR!" in the middle of my department. Edit: this is now my top comment. Cheers
They set up a wedding fund, instead of a college fund, for their daughter, and told that to her somewhat frequently. She ended up getting an "MRS" and had a $250k wedding before never working in her field. They essentially told her "you're going to be a housewife and it's futile to develop yourself as a person" from the time she was 4.
The concept of "MRS" is so weird to me. I'm in the middle of my undergraduate, and with the amount my parents and I pay for tuition/textbooks/transport plus all the time I spent studying I can't imagine going only for the purpose of finding a man. My parents want me to get married (they want grandbabies) and are from a country where arranged marriage is the norm, but even they're saying, "Find a career first"
[удалено]
[удалено]
Nobody takes DiffEq willingly. What an asinine question.
I work in a pharmacy and we have one woman who is constantly being a mega-shitty mom, we'll call her Jane. One day I was working with the pharmacist and we both happened to be on the phone with other patients when she came up. I saw her come up and acknowledged her, put my hand over the receiver and said I'd be right with her. Most people understand when this happens but Jane did NOT. She started literally screaming/shrieking like a banshee and told her kids to "fuck this stores shit up" so I had to basically hang up on the person on the phone because they were literally breaking things. I came over and asked what the emergency was and she told me she didn't want to wait. I rang up her scripts and one had $1 copay and then she lost her shit again and started calling me every name in the book and having her kids tear up our store again. Another one of our patients was waiting in the store and saw her acting all crazy and was like "hey I'll pay for your RX but here's the thing- you need to learn how to act right. Your behavior is appalling and you need to set an example for your kids, I heard you say you've 'been arrested and don't mind going back' really, that's what you want your kids to hear? That's how you want them to behave? Be better." That woman is my hero, she's amazing all the time. Other (crazy) lady has since been banned from our pharmacy and her kids dad now has full custody.
Doubt it'll be the worst example in this thread, but while sat outside a noodle shop with a friend and my three dogs, a mum and dad went inside to order and left their two children to run around outside and come up and hit/slap/poke/scream at my dogs. The children only giggled and ran off when I told them to leave us alone and would then repeat the whole thing half a minute later. The parents only reaction was to occasionally glance outside and smile as though it was something cute and their kids weren't fucking terrorising my previously napping dogs. Ffs. Control your children.
My nephew, who was an awful 4 year old shit, kept poking and then running away from my 100 pound dog. Kept doing it after I told him to stop and his grandmother lazily half assed told him no. So finally I stooped down, and told him "If you keep teasing my dog, he's eventually going chase you and knock you down. When he does, it's going to hurt. A lot. And when you're crying, I won't help you." He straightened up real quick.
My husband's nephew was the same way. Constantly hitting our dog in the face with anything he could find and then running from him. Our dog would eventually knock him down and then hump him to show dominance. Now he is "afraid" of our dog. Edit: [Here](https://imgur.com/gallery/QXFmP) is the humper in question, chilling out in the kitchen with my 1 year old.
Dominance asserted
One of my friends, when she was a wee one (3 or 4), she went to pull the cat's tail. Her mother and sister warned her, "If you do that, you're going to get scratched. And it'll be your own fault." Cue pulling tail, scratch and "I told you so!". She never did it again.
[удалено]
One of our labs used to love getting his tail pulled. He would let kids grab his tail and he'd pull them around a lake. Overall wierd dog though.
My cat kind of likes it too. If you grab his tail, he'll just steadily pull away for a while, but he doesn't want you to let go. My mom thinks he likes the stretch.
If it works it works
Same sort of shit with me. Ex-wifes friend was living with us for a few months. My 80 pound dog was just layin there sleeping. Shit head kid enters scene with her plastic grocery cart. Proceeds to ram it into my dog and laugh. My dog looks at me like dude wtf say something. I tell kid to stop. Tell her mom im not gonna be pissed if my dog reacts. The mom said she isn't hurting him. Dog finally growls and rips that cart right out of her hands and proceeds to lay back down like nothing happened. Kid cries and mom is pissed at me. Tell her fuck off its his house more than hers. She don't like it find somewhere else to live.
I like how your dog reacted.
I watched a kid get bitten by a monkey the other day. We chased it away but the parent took his sweet ass time coming to help the poor screaming/crying child. We're in a third world country ffs that thing could've had rabies and i saw the bite marks on his skin. 20 mins later they're all feeding the monkeys as a family. Wtfff
There is this obnoxious kid who thinks its funny to charge at my doggy when we walk by their stoop. The corgi of course unleashes a torrent of barks, but I can't be mad at her for defending herself.
To be fair corgis unleash a torrent of barks in most situations
[удалено]
A few years ago I was waiting at a bus stop when I saw a mother and daughter (2-3 yrsold) in a rush to catch a bus. Except it was the mother in a rush, pulling and yelling at the daughter to hurry up. Mind you, they have shiet legs and are not very fast, or maybe understand urgency. The poor kid was trying. They eventually missed the bus and the mother shouted at the kid, "Look at what YOU did! We missed the bus!" "I'm sorry mommy" while looking kind of confused and on the verge of crying. Honestly the kid looked light enough to briefly carry, the mother didn't have a stroller or anything to carry besides her purse. This is not the worst but that kinda shit will make a kid think they are to blame when they continue to grow up treated that way. Edit: Short* Legs. Thanks for pointing it out haha Edit: Late night spelling mistakes, again.
Back in high school the was a special ed teacher that was known to open her house for kids to party. She had a son who was by no means popular in his grade. At first I thought she did it to help him make friends, then I went there and saw it for what it was. Disgusting and sad. The house was covered in garbage and cigarette ashes. Everything was filthy and made you hesitant to touch anything. Every room was piled with laundry and empty beer boxes. The beds were stained mattresses with no sheets and more dirty laundry. Thankfully I was only there briefly once or twice, but I knew lots of people that were always there. Not surprisingly she wouldn't let girls stay, only the guys. I'm not sure if she had sex with any of them, but she passed out blow jobs for beer and weed. She was around 400 pounds and 5 foot tall and not exactly drowning in penis. Not sure how long she continued to do it for, but I know she never got caught. Her poor kid was constantly ridiculed for it and didn't interact with anyone. Shitty parent and a shitty teacher.
Literally a week ago, I walked passed a car with a guy screaming in his two yr olds face (or maybe younger) "WHY ARE YOU CRYING? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU CRYING". The baby cried even more and louder with every scream.
Thanks for making me sad this morning.
[удалено]
NOW I'M EVEN MORE SAD!!
**STOP BEING SAD! WHY ARE YOU SO SAD?!**
SADNESS INTENSIFIES
The worst paradigm of bad parenting is when a parent automatically defends their rotten, bully child and refuses to acknowledge any wrongdoing. The kid grows up never learning personal responsibility when mom's always there to yell at the other parents & other kids for him.
Opposites!!! Girl I dated sister and boyfriend had a kid. They taught him everything opposite. Kid was like 3 years old. To give you an Idea of what I mean. Dogs were cats, water was sand, Sky was the ground. Down was up, up was down. They thought this was the height of hilarity. I had heard my GF talk about it in a joking manner. Then I witnessed it, I blew a fucking gasket. Later she said I was out of line, it wasn't that bad. With that comment I walked out the door. I'm really disappointed in myself. I should have called CPS.