These kids had their parents say some absolutely brutal things to them! Wow!
The Worst Thing A Mother Could Say!
“Me and my little brother had been naughty..nothing special, just regular kids naughty. We had an older brother and sister, they were twins.
Mum took us into the bedroom to punish us.
‘We didn’t plan to have you. You were accidents. We chose to have your older brother and sister. You were accidents!’
Me: (About 8 or 9) ‘That’s terrible. You can’t say that to kids! I will remember this when I grow up.’ My brother (7) cries. Mum shuts up fast.
Thirty years later the subject came up and she denies it ever happened. Except that my younger brother also still remembers it.”
A Real Peach Of A Stepfather is Brutal To Kids
“Where should I start?
My brother and I had a jerk of a stepfather and he’s said and done some really fucked up shit. Here are some of the worst things I can think of.
-when ‘teaching’ my brother to use a band saw, kept yelling at him and calling him a wimp for being nervous.
-flat out told my brother he was an ugly freak who’d never have a girlfriend.
-told me I was destined to get knocked up by some jerk and beaten for the rest of my life.
-when I was 15-16, I told my parents I wanted to kill myself (couldn’t deal with terrible life anymore) he told me there was a shotgun in the basement and not to do it inside so I wouldn’t make a mess.
-told both my brother and me that his biological daughter, our stepsister, was better than us and that we meant nothing to him, that he’d let us die to save her.
I know there’s lots more, but it’s early and I’ve already gone on so much. This guy was an absolute monster. My brother and I would be eating breakfast in the morning, and as soon as we heard his footsteps on the stairs we went dead silent, trying to be invisible so we could avoid his wrath. But he always found something to be angry about.
Our mother mostly stood by and watched.
I wish I could tell you that karma caught up with him…but if it did it’s not apparent to me. I moved far away from home once I graduated high school, and I’ve been struggling with depression and PTSD ever since. My mother finally left him, and the guy she’s with now doesn’t exactly seem like an improvement (he lost his license driving drunk.) My brother still lives back there, and though he’s been on a couple dates, he doesn’t have a girlfriend that I know of. He also suffered a burn that badly scarred his face. I hope he’ll be able to find someone eventually.
Meanwhile, stepfather got a promotion, bought a new house, found a new girlfriend (I think they’re engaged now) and pretty much just forgot the whole thing. I caught him poking fun at my brother on FB last week, and I simply said ‘still picking on my brother I see.’ I wanted to say a lot more, but talking about it never went well for me. When all this was happening, I went to family, friends, and teachers begging for help, but no one ever took me seriously because my mother always told them I was lying. Of course, now she acknowledges all the nonsense she once covered for him, but it’s far too late. Sorry, but it’s not a happy ending.”
Blaming The Victim
When I was 15, my sister went to the principal following a HUGE fight my step-dad and I had had the night before where I finally said out loud what he had been doing for the past 11 years and he hit me, then my mom jumped in and got unusually protective of me and stood up to him (for once). I ran into my room and sat on my bed freaking out about what was going to happen and my sister was doing her best to comfort me (she was only 12), when my mom walks in, stares at me, and signs (she’s deaf) ‘Well. Now you have to listen to me and do your chores from now on.’ The jaws dropped on both my sister and I and I told her to bugger off. So next day stuffs goin’ down all over school and town because that’s what happens when your sister tells the principal her dad is an abuser. It was a messed up week. My mom went MIA for two days while I had to figure out how to take care of my two younger siblings (turns out she went to her best friends house to drink coffee and gossip while my step dad gets arrested in front of her kids and we get carted off to where she’s comfortably resting.) I asked her if she knew this had been going on, and she stares at me for a solid 10 seconds before deciding to reply with: ‘Well if you hadn’t always walked around in PJs and seduced him, he wouldn’t have been interested.’ Thing is, it started when I was 6. I’m good but I wasn’t that good! I’d like to say that was the worst thing she’s done, but it’s one of those that always stuck with me. I’m sure it was her brain’s weird way of coping with the news that her husband had been molesting her oldest daughter right under her nose and she ignored it. But she’s deaf and crazy, so who knows what the heack goes on in that head.”
A Daughter Keeps A Terrible Secret From Everyone
“Not directly said to me, but being 13, coming home to my alcoholic mother’s suicide note on the kitchen table. It essentially told my dad he should have married X woman who he cheated on her with years earlier. Had some strange ‘goodbyes’ doled out in his direction.
I had never run up that flight of stairs so fast. Found her face down in bed. Didn’t think she was breathing. Empty magnum bottles of wine strewn everywhere.
After jostling her for a while she finally stirred and I knew she was alive. I told her unconscious drunk self that I loved her to death and would be heartbroken if she did something stupid.
I left, taking the note with me. Never mentioned it to anyone in my family. My mom doesn’t remember even writing it.
Decades later, I still can’t stomach the stench of cheap white wines, Rieslings, Chardonnays…”
“I was abused by my older brother for several years as a child until he moved out, and never told my family. I ended up actually forgetting it ever happened until 7th grade. I assume I repressed it. Well, I told a close friend and she took me to see a counselor who went to her church. Nothing ever happened with it. Fast forward to my sophomore year in high school, I was given 70 hours community service for truancy, and if you and a parent did this group therapy thing, it’d knock off 40 hours. The counselor who did it was the same counselor who I told about my brother, who, in turn, told my dad what happened. His response? ‘That explains her grades!’ I cried about it for weeks.
My mother was worse than my dad, and I want everyone to know I don’t hold what my dad said against him. My mom is a terrible person in general who makes my distressed dad sound like parent of the year. When she found out, she cried for about two minutes, sucked it up, and then explained that her mother, herself, and I all were sexually abused by a family member and that ‘We got over it and so should you.’ This just didn’t hurt my feelings much because she was always rude.”
Not Very Open Minded Of A Mother
“I live in a very Catholic family in the south. I am bisexual and have been dealing with severe depression that was caused by repressing my sexuality and hearing my family and community talk about how LGBT people should have no rights and that we are destroying America. About 3 months ago I worked up the courage to tell my mom about being bisexual (at this point I was suicidal and having urges to hurt myself) my mothers exact words to me were, “I can handle you being pregnant better than I can handle you being bisexual, I just think you should ask God for help and you are not to tell anyone else about this.” I’m still dealing with depression, but I am now on medication and it is controlling the thoughts.”
A Mother Makes the Shame Worse
“Probably when I ended up foolishly losing my virginity at 13 years old to a slimy, disgusting user of a jerk. Out of pressure, I gave in. I was devastated and tried to hide my shame, which eventually manifested itself into self-harming. Other things included an awful divorce between my parents, and subsequently complicated matters in terms of us kids getting pulled between courts and who wants to live with who, and the guilt that followed etc.
So, I was a little bit of a mess, shall we say. One moment of unwanted pressure that led to me losing my virginity at such a delicate age, riddled with guilt and shame.
My mother found out a week later, upon finally noticing the ‘love bites’ on my neck after I’d covered them so much. She went insane, berated me, which could be understood.
A few weeks later, I wanted to sleep over at a (girl) friend’s house, take my mind off things. She told me she didn’t trust me anymore, so no. As I protested that I never planned on losing my virginity or betraying her trust, she shouted, with such bitterness and conviction, ‘Shut up, you hussy.’
Yeah. Almost ten years ago, and things are better now, but I can’t forget that one. Enough shame was already felt on my behalf, and that made me feel hopeless. A bigger spiral was to come when I realized my own mother didn’t believe in me and saw me as some shameless worthless hussy.”
Abuse So Bad He Never Got Over It
“When I was a kid my dad used to hit me. I had had to help him with his work constantly and when I did something wrong he would either mimic hitting and towering over me and if he’d gotten angry enough, just hit me. Anyways after a while I started flinching over every sudden movement he did near me. And sometimes it was so bad that I dropped something or literally injure myself by moving into something. He thought it was funny. He made jokes to other people about how you didn’t have to even touch me to injure me, I’d do it to myself.
I was just a kid back then. It took me a couple of years to realize how wrong the whole situation was. The reason why I flinched was that I was afraid there was a slap or a punch or yes, even a kick coming my way.
That was just the first thing of many that popped into my mind. What sucks is that I get these flashbacks of his actions and sayings sometimes, some that my mind had suppressed and they just make me so angry.”
Some People Should Never Be Parents
“Not me, but a friend of mine grew up with an alcoholic mother who changed boyfriends quite frequently. One boyfriend, in particular, started to abuse my friend at the age of 9 years old when her mom was passed out. It went on for a couple of months before my friend finally told someone. The cops came around to arrest him, her mom lost her mind and started yelling at the cops, demanding an explanation. One of the officers straight up said: ‘because he abuses your child, that’s why.’ In front of my friend, she then looked at her daughter, at her boyfriend and then back to the cop and asks ‘Why can’t you just take her?'”
Lies Of Omission Are Still Lies
“Not something they ‘said,’ more like ‘didn’t say.’ When I was 5 I was taken to the hospital for countless research sessions, then afterward I received pills that I needed to take every single morning before going to school.
I never questioned any of this, but my parents never said anything about it for over 7 years.
Turns out that I had been diagnosed with ADHD, and that I was being given Rilatine. I spent my entire childhood feeling weird and out-of-place among kids my age since it was obvious that my behavior was entirely different from theirs, and ‘everyone’ was able to do a lot of things I couldn’t.
Instead of sitting me down to explain the situation and explain that some kids are just different from others and that nothing’s wrong with that, they simply watched and did nothing while I convinced myself that I’m a completely malfunctioning kid who will never fit in with anyone.
I later found out I had ADHD, started doing research, stopped taking Rilatine and consciously changed my routines and social behavior so that I’d function better in school. I’m now 24, have a college degree, and have a job that I excel at. All this took was some documentation about how my brain works.
My parents probably never told me anything about it because they didn’t want me to feel like I was different, but the effect was exactly opposite to that intention. The day I started researching ADHD was the day I became a useful human being.”
A Mother Is Savage
“I told my mom I was depressed when I was 17. She told me getting over depression was easy because she got over her postpartum depression and that I shouldn’t be weak like my uncle. That particular uncle committed suicide as a teenager.”
A Father Makes His Son Make A Brutal Choice
“Mom and dad are divorced, I live with mom. I’m 15. Mom decides to move 500 miles away. Dad, over about 6 months, repeatedly tells me that by law I’m old enough to make my own decision about whether to go with her or stay with him. Tells me I’m a man now, and he would respect my decision, over and over and over. An agonizing decision, I decide to go with mom, haven’t told him yet. He calls me one day and says he needs my decision today. Picks me up and takes me to TCBY. In the car he tells me again to not be scared, either decision is OK, I’m a man now, and he will respect the decision. In tears, I tell him I’m leaving. He immediately reaches in the back seat and hands me an envelope. I open it and it is a summons for me to appear in court the day before we leave. Had to get up in court to say I wanted to go with my mom. Luckily the judge thought this was ridiculous, took me and my dad’s lawyer to his chambers, yelled at the lawyer, called him a disgusting person, kicked him out of the room, and asked me what I wanted to do. I said go with my mom. He said cool. Walked out, left the next day. Have had a hard time making adult decisions since that day in the car. I’m 40.”
This Is This Best A Dad Can Come Up With?
“When I was in Middle School, I was having a really dark time with my self-esteem. I told my dad that I felt like I wasn’t good at anything and that I was a loser. His response: “Don’t say that. You have so many good qualities. For one thing, you have really great, um, hygiene.”
16 years later I still think about it.”
A Mother Compounds The Problem With Her Insult
“My dad was abusive and my grandma is very traditional and just generally very blunt with me so I’ve heard all sorts of stuff ranging from you’re not pretty enough to you don’t deserve to be happy.
The thing that hurt me the most, though, came from my mom when she called me selfish and yelled at me for ‘making her life hell’ when I opened up to her about my mental health issues and how I wanted to not exist anymore. You can’t imagine how much worse that made me feel.”
A Mother Has A Hard Time, But Eventually Comes Around
“My mom told me a lot, ‘Why are you so weird? Why can’t you be normal?’
I was an introverted kid who was in pain from her alcoholic father being a jerk and making home life miserable, we lived too far for me to leave the house to visit the town center or any friends, so I was trapped in my own hell for years.
Now I’m still weird, I have a chronic illness and am just an oddball, but I am at least happy. My mother regrets saying those things; she didn’t know how hard it was on me.
It was hard on her too, and I forgive her. She’s grown a ton as a person, too, and I respect the heck out of her for all she’s done for my sis and me. We’re very close now.”
The Long Lasting Effects Of Words
“This is a standard of memories: On 9/11 it was a mess of a day and it got me emotional. I was around 11 at the time. My mom found me and asked me what was wrong, I told her I was crying about 9/11 and how sad it was. She told me to stop crying and grow up and I was being selfish and didn’t have any right to cry or feel sad.
The other day she ridiculed me (calling me a child) for not calling her when I was going through some hard shit in my life. She was upset that I wouldn’t confide in her when I was feeling weak and sad. Ha”
A Mother Reveals Her Suicide Scars
“My mom, like the rest of my family, has severe depression. I’ve always known since I was young, but all I knew was that she had to take medication and that she was sad sometimes. She would tell me what was wrong and I’d be there to cheer her up. I always felt like I was bearing the weight of all of her problems from the time I was old enough to understand them, around 8 years old. I felt like it was my responsibility. We were always fairly poor – we never went hungry, but we also never had money. My mom was a single parent and worked her tail off to support us, and a few years later, my sister.
When I started high school I moved to a new town because she had gotten a great job. She was making $40k a year Canadian (this was about 10 years ago now) and was in a serious relationship with a great guy who ran his own bricklaying business and probably made about 60-80k a year. I didn’t know at the time how much money we were making because it seemed like we were broke. The power got shut off now and then because they’d forget to pay the bills. Because of this I never asked for new clothes or anything really because I assumed we were still broke.
Eventually, her job got too stressful for her. She took some time off for sick leave, around Christmas. Her depression is always worse in the winter, especially Christmas. A couple days before Christmas we were told that she was sick and in the hospital for a few days. The day after Christmas we came downstairs and she was sitting on the couch with her wrists bandaged. She asked me and my sister what we got for Christmas. After we nervously answered she unwrapped her bandages, showed us her cut wrists and said: ‘This is what I got for Christmas.’ We were stunned and didn’t know what to say. I think my sister was in grade 1 at the time.
A month or two later she talks to us about what happened around Christmas with her, and she said that she had no memory of anything that happened for a full week – just before she took time off work, and until a few days after she got out of the hospital. She doesn’t remember showing us or saying anything to us, or even doing it. All I know is I’ll remember that forever, it’s burned into my memory. I’m sure it’s the same for my sister.”
Driving a Wedge Of Mistrust
“My stepdad is the worst human being on the face of the planet. I was the literal red-headed stepchild growing up. The sorts of things he said to my sister, my brother, and I are awful and made us all feel like garbage. He valued appearance over all other things, which meant his two pretty daughters always got preferential treatment over us.
‘Only two of you can go. One of you has to stay here.’
That doesn’t sound like much, but it’s what it did to us that damaged us the most. That was his rule for the three of us visiting with our father. The excuses for why one of us had to stay home varied and never held much weight, but we were young and we couldn’t do anything. My dad never said anything to them about, which was worse. My mom stood by and agreed with him. It would have been okay if it worked on a rotation, but it didn’t. What ended up happening was an alliance between my sister and brother, where they’d plan to go with my dad and make plans with him without telling me. They’d tell him that I was okay with it. I wouldn’t know he was coming until he got there. My mom and stepdad never stopped this. They knew what was going on and they still let it happen. They wanted it to happen, because that meant they could drive a wedge between one of us and our dad.
I still haven’t forgiven any of them for that, and they know it. I still don’t like getting close to my siblings, knowing that if something comes up that they’ll take up sides with each other over me. I resent my dad for not saying anything about what was happening and trying harder to make sure all of us got to go with him.
I got so upset once that I just burst into tears right there and told my father that I hated him, and when my stepdad and mom tried to comfort me I told them that I hated them and their stupid rule, too. I guess that was when they figured out that they were also screwing themselves over instead of just the relationship with dad and us kids, because they were a little more lenient after that. Still, it taught me a lot about everyone involved. Now I think everyone’s plotting behind my back and that people who care about me are just doing it for show.”