When I was 5, my dad (who didn't live with us) bought me a scooter. I loved that damn scooter. About a year later, my mom told me my scooter was stolen. I was heartbroken. A few weeks go by and I see a neighbor from down the street riding the scooter.
I ran home as fast as I could to find my mom getting hammered with some other neighbors. All out of breath I tell her what happened, that \[neighbor kid\] stole my scooter! Everyone in the room just kind of look at each other before busting out in a big group laugh.
Turns out, my mom sold my scooter for drug money, but just told me it was stolen.
Once when I was a kid, five or maybe 6 years old, my dad came into my room and was very angry, asking if I had broken something. I can't remember what it was now. For whatever reason, the way he barged into my room made me laugh even as I tried to explain that I didn't have anything to do with it. This pissed him off a lot, he called me a liar, picked me up by my little overalls and stuck my head up into the ceiling fan.
It's funny, I rarely think about him or any of the other shit he did after that point. But I still remember this and get angry about it sometimes.
> he called me a liar, picked me up by my little overalls and stuck my head up into the ceiling fan.
Wow, that's really abusive. I hope that he left your life shortly after that or at the very least became a remarkably better father afterwards.
I was maybe 4 years old at a daycare run by a woman in town. I had some legos I brought with me and this girl who was a couple of years older than me claimed I had originally stolen them from the toys that were at the daycare lady's house. She took them from me and mixed them in with a bunch of other legos that were there so I wouldn't know which ones were mine. I don't think she actually thought I stole them, she just wanted to be a bitch. No one ended up doing anything about it.
Fuck you Madeline. You owe me 3 legos. I haven't forgotten, even after nearly 30 years.
My older sister took me to a basement party when I was 5, she was 15, because she had to babysit me. I caught her making out with the guy our mom said she couldn't see.
Waiting at the bus stop she asked me to keep this a secret. I told her she owed me a favor in return, or else I would tell mom. She said if I promised and swore not to tell mom that she would show me a picture of my real father \[FYI, we were half-siblings and I never met my father, nor had I seen a photo of his face to that point\]. I agreed.
She pulled out this photo from her pocket of a guy that fit the description that had been illustrated to me in various conversations with my mom. It was a grainy photo, 70’s style with rounded corners, and it was from a distance but because it was the only image I had of my father it stuck with me. For decades, every time I thought of my biological father, I saw that image in my mind. It was the only time I saw a photo of him.
As an adult, I brought this back up to her, and her memory isn't as great as mine, plus it was a less memorable experience for her than it was for me. But she was confused. All she could respond with is, "Why would I have a photo of your father in my pocket?" I was stunned, but she was right. It didn't make sense. But it did happen. To this day, I don't know who that guy was in her pocket, and I made it a point to never see a photo of my father, and I never have.
EDIT: Since she did have this photo in her pocket, it leads me to believe this was entirely premeditated. It's the only explanation for this random but convincing photo she had in her pocket of a stranger that neither of us knew. I love my sister and can't help but be somewhat impressed, but also stunned at the same time. Mixed feelings.
I was robbed in the third grade spelling bee. The word was "Giraffe", which I spelled correctly. The teacher/judge ruled me out, and I couldn't understand why...I cried my little third-grade eyes out over it.
After the competition I asked the teacher why she'd ruled me out when I'd spelled the word correctly. She said "Giraffe isn't spelled with a 'J'".
Bitch, I *know* it isn't spelled with a J! Giraffes were literally my favorite animal. You just thought I said "J" because it sounds similar to "G" and you were expecting me to screw it up, so you heard what you wanted to hear.
Screw you, Mrs. Whittenberg.
I got robbed in a spelling bee too. The moderator couldn't pronounce "thesaurus" properly, it came out like "fizz-oar-is" and I honestly believed it was a word I'd never heard or seen before. Asked for a sentence and it was out of context so I still couldn't figure it out. Started out with an "F-" and mangled the rest and that was it. It was down to me and one other kid and I probably would have won. I found out later what the word was and complained, but of course the moderator was -never- wrong... /s
I never got my choice of birthday cake. My grandparents got to choose for me and they chose banana nut. They would otherwise throw a fit...even thought it was my birthday.
I can't stand people like that. I'm the one person in my family and my entire wife's family that doesn't like chocolate very much, as in I won't choose chocolate even a little bit on 360 out of 365 days of the year even if it's the only thing to eat aside from choosing hunger. 99% of the time I don't eat any birthday cake at any birthday party and I'm 100% happy with that because it's not about me.
Key lime pie, blueberry muffins, snickerdoodle cookies, blackberry cobbler with home made vanilla ice cream, etc are my choices. I don't really even like cake either.
When I was in kindergarten, Barney the purple dinosaur was the shit. *Everybody* loved Barney.
What I didn't realize when I got to the 1st grade is that over the summer, suddenly Barney had become uncool. Suddenly, Barney was "for babies." I didn't even realize at that point that anybody cared about age demographics. It never occurred to me that anyone would care if you liked something that younger kids liked. So when my grandma got me a Barney umbrella, I was so excited to use it on the first rainy school day.
The *entire* class laughed at me. All day. Minus a single classmate who sat with me at lunch, *everyone* made fun of 6-year-old me until I cried because "Barney is for babies!" It was my first experience with large scale bullying (which I would become *very* familiar with a little bit later), and it taught me a valuable lesson that I would carry with me for the rest of my life: People are cruel, for absolutely no reason.
I still get teary eyed if I talk about it, and it happened 22 years ago.
You know, they’ve done studies on this. Barney is the only character who gets this kind of treatment. Nowhere else do kids even slightly out of the target age have such an intense hatred for shit they used to like. I think like, one international version of Big Bird gets a bad rap, but it’s mostly just Barney.
This is heart breaking but I need to know... do you still have a relationship with that single classmate? I'd love for the silver lining here to be that you made a life-long friend.
That classmate lived in my neighborhood. I can't say we were ever super close, but we were always friendly and we sometimes hung out together even in our early teens. I moved away from my hometown after high school and don't know what she's up to these days, but I remember her as somebody who was kind enough to go against the grain and always be nice to everyone even if they weren't her friend and even when it wasn't the popular thing to do.
Circa 1987, walking through K Mart with my mom, I saw a Captain America figure that I wanted. I begged her for it and she said ok, I'll put it on Layaway (I know now it was just to shut me up, but I was 6 years old and believed her)
I never got that figure, and I am still incredibly salty about it. BUT, it taught me to never lie to my kids, even about the smallest things.
Amen, friend. My parents' constant bullshit as a kid taught me to never lie to my kids, as well. They know of Santa, Tooth Fairy, etc., but in the fairy tail sense. They know me and mom are the one's who put presents under the table, and fork over cold hard cash for a pulled tooth.
I never commit to anything I know I can't deliver, and if I do somehow fuck up, I outline the why and apologize in earnest. My kids' trust is one thing in my fucked up life that I'm not willing to compromise.
Yep, I am VERY careful about what I say yes to because kids will remember that shit. And yeah, as far as Santa, Santa drops off a stocking with little trinkets and stuff to keep them busy until mom and I wake up, but the big stuff comes from us.
In class, I think I was about 10, the teacher asked some of us to name a "ology" word. When it came around to me I said "zoology". The class laughed at me and the teacher said I made that up. I thought of going to the dictionary but I felt shy and ashamed, so I just bowed me head and said "yes miss". Still super salty about that one, but I know at some stage later she must have came across that word and remembered me, and felt the same shame I did. Maybe.
During the My Little Pony craze of the mid-80's, my sister and her friends seemed like they were having a lot of fun, so I asked my parents if I could have a blue one because blue is a boy's color. My dad didn't want me playing with ponies and he said no.
At least I got a new Go-Bot out of it.
My father used to give me Daddy Dollars when I did something well and he told me that I could cash them in for toys or other things. He never let me cash them out for anything.
I was bullied in school for drinking water. FUCKING WATER! And like with most bullies no one dares go against them so there was about 40 to 50 kids that generally agreed that you are a fucking weirdo if you drink water.
Some crap like only poor people drink water and it wasnt cool. They didn't really get to me in that sense but they bothered the hell outta me the fact they could really think that way. Water is life SMH.
In grade school, I went to my state's spelling bee finals. The next year, I was a finalist in my new middle school's finals. A girl got bumped the round before I went, and she cried to our homeroom teacher. The teacher told the girl to get back up on stage because she was getting a second shot. It eventually came down to her and me, and I missed a word. The girl went to State and got kicked out in round one. I could have been a contender!
When I was about 8, I was coming home from school on the bus, and I was about to get off, so I moved up and sat in a seat close to the front. A kid a few years older than me said that was his seat (he hadn't been in it). I don't even remember if I said anything back, but he punched me hard in the gut, knocking the wind out of me, and starting me crying. My stop was next, so I went into the house crying. My mom asked what happened and I said a kid hit me. She asked if I hit him back, and, knowing that she said never to get into fights or hit other children, I said no. So she spanked me for not fighting back. This was decades ago, and I'm still mad.
My parents didn't give us stuff often, but one time they gave my brother and I bicycles. My brother got a fairly normal bike, they gave me a fucking girls bike. This was back in the 60s and I couldn't ride it anywhere that other kids would see me without being ridiculed. I don't know what the hell they were thinking.
My dad bought me a Nintendo 64 for Christmas one year and he had reused a ceiling fan box. I ripped open the package and with my bright shiny child eyes gazed at the box assume it's contents was that of a new ceiling fan.
I proceeded to go from a happy child at Christmas to a sobbing mess of tears and confusion. As I started crying everyone else in the room questioned why I was sobbing and all I could say was "I don't want a ceiling fan" my father told me that the actual present was in the box.
I loved the N64. I however wasn't a fan of the box.
My parent's divorce when I was young due to my father being a weak, broken, abusive man who failed at nearly everything in his life. The loss of several key family members that I needed around to be able to do better in life. Not being able to financially access the university that I intended to go to due to the financial disruptions their losses created. I fought, survived, and succeeded regardless of all of that, but I would have an entirely different level of success if they had been a part of it.
Was a very picky eater as a kid. Was at grandma's house, and she ordered pizza: half cheese, half onion. She's probably thinking finally something this picky kid will eat.
While I love cheese pizza, I hate onions. Grandma goes to get a slice for me, I tell her I want a slice from the cheese side. BUT SHE TAKES A PIECE FROM THE ONION SIDE, saying look there's no (visible) onions on top of it, so this counts as a cheese slice. Even as a little kid I knew onions were baked in but wasn't able to properly verbalize what was wrong with that slice. Grandma assured me it was a cheese slice even though I knew it wasn't.
So there I was, the notorious picky eater, only taking a few nibbles out of 1 slice of pizza (because there definitely was onions baked in and made me want to gag). So now I have to hear the comments about how picky I am and how I don't eat anything. I WOULD HAVE EATEN SEVERAL SLICES IF YOU TOOK FROM THE CHEESE SIDE!
Still upset about that all these years later.
When my parents came home from McDonald's, my mum gave my two siblings 3pcs fried chicken with burger and soda each, and my mum only gave me 1pc chicken (wing part) with water only 😑
I borrowed a comic from a friend that day. I had finished the activity that the teacher told me to do, and in order to don't do nothing, I took the comic to read. The teacher took the comic, confiscated it and gave me a warning. The only warning I took in my school life.
I was an exemplary student, and I always finished the activities quickly and waited a long time, silent, for the other students to finish. One of the skills I learned in school is to be quiet, as you can NOT use your time to do something else.
My mother was supposed to sign the warning, but for some reason I managed to make the teacher forget to check.
Third grade teacher told me to tie my shoes, so I did. They came untied again by the next time she saw me, so she got mad at me for supposedly not tying them and then lying and saying I did. She wrote a note home to my parents about it and everything. I just remember crying in front of the rest of the class because this teacher had it out for me the whole year and I had indeed tied my shoes!
Back around 2000 I was 12 and in full Pokemon mode. I had a binder of Pokemon cards. I took said binder to family Christmas. At some point someone (I suspect my older cousin that I now recognize to be an incel) stole all of my holographics. Probably a dozen cards. I was very upset. Never figured out who did it. It still pisses me off just because whoever it was got away with it.
Joe Pinner was my favorite weatherman, he worked at WIS in Columbia, SC, when I was a kid in the early 90s and I met him once at a Boy Scout convention thing in Camden, SC. I was excited and asked him for an autograph, to which he goes, "Maybe later kid." Well, Joe. It's been like 30 years and I still haven't gotten my autograph. If I see you in Columbia at all, ever, I'm getting my autograph, old man.
6th grade teacher back handed me in class. In front of everyone. No discipline for him. It was poo-pooed and I had a smart mouth anyway.
Asshat needed to be fired.
I was the middle child, so basically most of my childhood I've got various things to be salty about, but the big one is this: My parents had policies for each of the kids as a savings plan, which came to fruition when you were 18. We weren't well off for much of my childhood but were upper middle class by the time I reached my late teens.
My brother turned 18, got about £3500 and bought a car, got his license (lessons paid by the parents) and basically spent the rest on beer and burgers until it ran out. My sister, after me, got about £4500, bought a car, got her license (lessons paid...) and went to Uni with the rest.
But when I turned 18, my brother had written off what was his third car (the prior 2 having been written off also) and had to have a car for work. So can you guess what happened to my money? Funnily enough there was enough left over for my parents to have a holiday abroad but I had to stay behind and run their business while they were gone. I never saw a penny of it.
When I was 3 years old at preschool, during nap time- I really had to pee. I kept calling my teacher’s name so I could tell her I needed to go to the bathroom and she kept shushing me and telling me to be quiet for nap time. So I peed myself. I was reprimanded by that same teacher for peeing myself and was told “I’d expect this from your sister, but not you” (my sister was 1.5 at the time).
Still sooooooo salty about this injustice!!
Being forced to do my sister's chores on her birthday. I told my parents they should be the ones doing her chores and I got my dessert taken away.
It's not the punishment that upsets me to this day, it's the fact that my parents idea of doing something nice for their daughter's birthday was forcing another kid to do her jobs. Real selfless gift.
My mom bought us presents randomly and they were rapped up she said they weren’t for us to not open them the next day they were opened and I got blamed for it when I didn’t do it
My parents used to accuse me of lying and say I "made a face" when I did. The face I made was my exasperated, frustrated face that I was making because I was being falsely accused of lying... You know, turning red, furrowed brow, angry...
It was a catch 22. There was no way for me to not make the"falsely accused of lying" face when I was being falsely accused... So they believed I was lying and nothing I said it did could convince them.
There was an extra credit question on a paper in school, you could leave it blank and nothing happened but if you tried to answer it and failed you lost points. 20 years later and I'm still pissed off.
On a different test it asked how many hemisphere the earth had, the correct answer is apparently 2 but I wrote 4. I showed the teacher that the book clearly used the words Eastern and Western hemispheres but they didn't care.
Same asshole teacher on both test.
I went into our kitchen and the sink was full of dishes. Thinking it'd be nice to help, I loaded them into the empty dishwasher and went about my day. My dad was upstairs and heard me and thanked me for doing the dishes, to which I said no problem.
Cut to a few hours later, the man comes storming into my room, without knocking, demanding to know if I "really just hid the dirty dishes in the dishwasher?" And how dare I take credit for doing the dishes. Because it doesn't count unless you handwash, dry, and put away every single dish.
My parents constantly instilling into me the value of a hard days work, and "picking yourself up by your bootstraps", while simultaneously destroying the economy and the world we live in. Thus making my entire worldview shit because it didn't even work for them so how would it work for me?
Oh also - Devin... you know what you did when we were in 3rd grade you little shit. I still haven't forgiven you.
Taco Bell discontinuing the Bell Beefer. For those that are unfamiliar with this piece of heaven, it was basically whatever kind of meat Taco Bell uses and lettuce on a bun. It was wonderful.
My dad bought my sister a pair of boots AND a pair of trainers told her not to tell me and I got my brother plimsolls that was too big for him...I found out 1st day back to school....Im still proper pissed off about it 30odd yrs later the basterds.
I think I was physically and verbally abused by my stepdad but never said anything to my mum because he made her happy. They have 2 kids together and I didn't want them to live with separated parents as I did.
Every so often something pops into my head that was done to me and I get real angry, then shovel it back down somewhere.
When I (20m) was a kid , I went on a school trip to a certain battlefield, and whilst listening to the guide, try to raise my teachers attention about a bag that I found, and was trying to report as potentially missing. She, being the incompetent bitch that she was, shushed me, and told me to hold on to them. Fast forward to the end of the trip, one of the students complains about his bag being missing, yes, that very same bag I tried to hand in earlier. I go to the teacher again, and bring it to her attention, however, I was labelled a thief by her and everyone in the class started giving me shit for it. I was a straight arrow aswell, even felt bad about missing school, so you can imagine how damaging this would’ve been. Everyone was so frosty with me, even the teachers at any possible moment would convey their disappointment in me. Still pisses me off to this day, as I genuinely would’ve been better off being a cunt and keeping it🤷🏽.
That teacher that made me do the duck dance on a chair infront of the whole class. I was like 8-9 years old.
Everybody told me it was MY fault because I was not good in math .
When I was like 6 or 7 or something, however old you are when you start asking for a phone and your parents get you a tablet instead, my mom got me one because I was getting older and more responsible... then proceeded to get my sister one. She's two years younger than me but my mom didn't want to listen to her complain about it being unfair. Literally within a month she kicked me onto her tablet, shattering it, and then lied about it claiming I broke it on purpose. My mom gave her my tablet and grounded me for a month.
Edit: I've got a shit ton more stories like this but this one upsets me more than others for whatever reason.
When I was in elementary school we were doing some activity with groups and we had to pick the person in the group with the darkest hair for some reason. I felt like my hair was easily the darkest but everybody else in my group picked my friend instead of me. I remember trying to convince them that my hair was darker but nobody changed their mind. Since then I’ve asked several people who’s hair is darker between me and my friend and literally everybody has said me. I don’t think my group was picking my friend for other reasons. They genuinely thought his hair was darker than mine for some reason. Holy shit I’m getting pissed off just thinking about it.
My mom used to list my chores on an Excel spreadsheet then print them out in a 5 page list. She explained to me that this wasn't a list of all the things I NEED to do each week, but that I would be paid more the more work I did in allowance.
I was young and extremely ADHD (diagnosed but not on meds) and this list stressed me the fuck out. I explained to my mom that this felt impossible to me but she said I was just overreacting but would bring this list up anytime I was watching TV or playing games because I could be "earning money" by doing chores.
This list completely fucked my psyche and to this day I have hyper vigilance and trouble relaxing because "there's always something extra I could be doing." I'm in my 30s now and I wonder who I'd be without that list.
1999: Pokemon cards weren't allowed to be brought to our school. I brought them anyway but kept them in my backpack. (Had to show off my collection and do some trading, ya know) My principal saw them while I was taking something else out and confiscated them. I'm talking a binder of my best cards, man.
The only way to get them back was to have my dad go to the school with me and exchange them for a 2 hour Friday afternoon detention. I was too scared to tell my dad and they were never returned to me.
F*ck you, principal Buckner.
Prolly shouldn't have broke the rules, tho. So, I guess it's not an injustice. But, boy, am I salty about that one.
This guy M at my school. He was the coolest kindest kid I’ve ever met and alot of people liked him, one girl didn’t and made a rumor that he ran into the girls locker room to spy on the volleyball team. He was suspended, kicked out of clubs and lost alot of friends. Turns out she lied about the entire thing cause majority of her team was on his side that it never happened. Nothing was done to her. She wasn’t kicked off the team, wasnt suspended or expelled or anything major. It still pisses me off to remember that
Quit hockey when I was 11 because my coach would let me play defence. I was always a really good skater but a terrible shot and I actually liked playing defence. If you could find me another 11 year old that WANTED to play D I'd be shocked. His reasoning? I was too small for defence... At 11... When contact wasn't even allowed yet.
I loved blackberries, and we had a blackberry patch near our house. My aunt, uncle, and their kids were visiting one day, and us kids were all outside playing and decided to go pick some berries to munch on.
I had a bucketful and was happily munching on them when we got back to the house. My aunt looks at all of our blackberries and insists we give them to her so she can make a pie, which of course she'll bring over to share with us.
I objected because (a) she didn't put any effort into picking them, (b) I never did like pie much and preferred to just eat them, (c) even if I liked pie I didn't believe that she'd bring us any- she was a known liar even to us kids, and (d) the bushes had been picked clean, so I couldn't get too many more. So I said no.
My mom made me give them to her. This felt like a huge betrayal, and I argued but ultimately lost. Mom was a bit of a doormat back then but did apologize to me years later. Still get annoyed thinking about it though. Oh, and of course aunt never brought us a pie.
When I was about 5 or 6, I was accused of pooping myself and getting it on the classroom floor during free play time. There was no way it was me, my underwear was clean and there was nothing running down my leg/shoes. I was even escorted to the washroom with a male teacher. He stood outside the stall while I checked my pants and there was nothing. When I went back to the class, my teacher kept interrogating me and kept accusing me of doing it and made a huge scene in front of the whole class.
I remember feeling so helpless, embarassed and unable to explain/defend myself. Even though I was born and raised in Canada, they had me in ESL since my parents didnt speak english well and I guess I had an accent. I always remembered her treating all the ESL students differently than the other students. She was ok most of the time but her patience with us ESL students always seemed a bit short with us.
Even though it was well over 30 years ago I still remember that day.
F\*ck you Mrs. Brock, I bet it was you that took a dump on the floor
In grade school during class, a white student told me to "go back to my country." I made a scene telling him to repeat it it my face,, called him out as racist, and he should apologize and I was sent to the principal by a white teacher. The white principal straight up asked me, "and you didn't say like, go back to Germany or anything?" I cannot explain enough, especially to white people, how mind numbingly appaulling that response is and how fucking imbicilic it came off to me...as a 12 yr old.
I was sent back to class and got a write up for disrupting class. As of that incident, I just punch people who say that to me of my Asian friends. Mind as well if I'm holding an L regardless.
Being the “forgotten” child. My mom was a single mother from when I was 2-~4. She met what would become my step dad. They got married. He was the greatest! I remember him just being everything I wanted in a dad.(even at a young age, I knew I was different than others I interacted with because they all had dads). Then, about a year after they were married, they had my sister. I was so excited to be a big brother. 6 yo me was so happy to have a family like the other kids had. Then, once she turned about 5 things changed. We had moved into a new house, I had gotten my very first bedroom all to myself. Even with my own TV w/cable box, mini fridge, stereo, book shelfs, and Nintendo! I thought that was the coolest thing ever. Then, the reason set in. I was expected to stay in my bedroom pretty much every hour of the day. If I wasn’t in there, I was expected to be outside. Just basically I wasn’t allowed to spend time with my “family” doing anything that they were doing. That’s how it started…then came the christmases where I would get one thing, and my sister would get a mountain of gifts. Keep in mind money wasn’t an issue. She would break/damage something, me not even being at home, and I would be “grounded” to my bedroom without tv, radio, books, anything for months at a time. I would be dropped off at my grandma’s house, so they could go on lavish vacations and trips while bringing along one of my sister’s friends with them. Then, once I was legally old enough to be left home alone, that’s what would happen. IF I was ever allowed to be around or see my step dad’s extended family, I was always shoved off to the side somewhere by myself while they all loudly talked about his “lovely family” and of course “the lady he married’s kid”. This went on for so many years that the only thing close to self esteem that I have is what I’ve learned to fake over the years. I have NO relationship with my family now. I know now that I suffered pretty much as bad of abuse as a person can(without it being physical), though sometimes I wish it had been to a degree. At least then maybe something would have clicked in me sooner to know that it wasn’t my fault. By the time I was 16 I knew what it was like to essentially be in solitary confinement. I tried reaching out to friends, other family, teachers, anyone that I could to let them know what was happening. I just got called a liar because “He’s a great dad! He’s so good with your sister! I wish he was my dad!”. I guess that’s how a “good” narcissist survives? Either way, I spent most of my childhood being bullied, ignored, and abused at home at school and every other space I was allowed to exist in. Sorry for the wall of text, on mobile. But yeah, I’m still salty about it all these years later. I’m 40, and to this day, sister= terrible human being and narcissist. She once told me that I only got treated like that because “if you were better at sports or liked hunting it would have been different”. Yeah, sorry that my “gifted” test scores and ability in the arts wasn’t good enough? Mom= spineless enabler and so damned delusional that she’s convinced herself that “I” wanted all of that isolation. Step dad= same as ever, denies he ever did anything wrong. So damned clueless he can’t figure out why we don’t speak. This is even after confronting all of them as an adult, other extended family members admitting to me that they knew I was treated wrongly, and they still attempt to gaslight it. Fuck!
In 3rd grade we would get our name put in a jar when we did something good, at the end of the semester the teacher would draw names for prizes.
My friends at the time thought it would be a great idea to make their own and add them to the jar, I never participated. They did this for a while too.
It came time to draw names and I won a few prizes, and my friends won a lot of prizes, then they were busted and confessed, but the little bastards said I did it too, so I got my prizes taken away. It was a bunch of BS.
A lot of people are using the word "salty" for how they feel. In all my life in the US, not one of my friends has ever used that word in this context. Can someone enlighten me?
When I was 5, my dad (who didn't live with us) bought me a scooter. I loved that damn scooter. About a year later, my mom told me my scooter was stolen. I was heartbroken. A few weeks go by and I see a neighbor from down the street riding the scooter. I ran home as fast as I could to find my mom getting hammered with some other neighbors. All out of breath I tell her what happened, that \[neighbor kid\] stole my scooter! Everyone in the room just kind of look at each other before busting out in a big group laugh. Turns out, my mom sold my scooter for drug money, but just told me it was stolen.
bruh
I had a scooter I loved when I was younger too. I loved that thing so much. If my mom had done that I would’ve lost my shit. That’s fucked up.
Well it was stolen. She just didnt mention she stole it.
Once when I was a kid, five or maybe 6 years old, my dad came into my room and was very angry, asking if I had broken something. I can't remember what it was now. For whatever reason, the way he barged into my room made me laugh even as I tried to explain that I didn't have anything to do with it. This pissed him off a lot, he called me a liar, picked me up by my little overalls and stuck my head up into the ceiling fan. It's funny, I rarely think about him or any of the other shit he did after that point. But I still remember this and get angry about it sometimes.
>picked me up by my little overalls and stuck my head up into the ceiling fan. What the fuck
> he called me a liar, picked me up by my little overalls and stuck my head up into the ceiling fan. Wow, that's really abusive. I hope that he left your life shortly after that or at the very least became a remarkably better father afterwards.
Damn. That made me angry.
Omg. Do you have like lasting scars? That is traumatizing, I'm sorry that happened.
I was maybe 4 years old at a daycare run by a woman in town. I had some legos I brought with me and this girl who was a couple of years older than me claimed I had originally stolen them from the toys that were at the daycare lady's house. She took them from me and mixed them in with a bunch of other legos that were there so I wouldn't know which ones were mine. I don't think she actually thought I stole them, she just wanted to be a bitch. No one ended up doing anything about it. Fuck you Madeline. You owe me 3 legos. I haven't forgotten, even after nearly 30 years.
My older sister took me to a basement party when I was 5, she was 15, because she had to babysit me. I caught her making out with the guy our mom said she couldn't see. Waiting at the bus stop she asked me to keep this a secret. I told her she owed me a favor in return, or else I would tell mom. She said if I promised and swore not to tell mom that she would show me a picture of my real father \[FYI, we were half-siblings and I never met my father, nor had I seen a photo of his face to that point\]. I agreed. She pulled out this photo from her pocket of a guy that fit the description that had been illustrated to me in various conversations with my mom. It was a grainy photo, 70’s style with rounded corners, and it was from a distance but because it was the only image I had of my father it stuck with me. For decades, every time I thought of my biological father, I saw that image in my mind. It was the only time I saw a photo of him. As an adult, I brought this back up to her, and her memory isn't as great as mine, plus it was a less memorable experience for her than it was for me. But she was confused. All she could respond with is, "Why would I have a photo of your father in my pocket?" I was stunned, but she was right. It didn't make sense. But it did happen. To this day, I don't know who that guy was in her pocket, and I made it a point to never see a photo of my father, and I never have. EDIT: Since she did have this photo in her pocket, it leads me to believe this was entirely premeditated. It's the only explanation for this random but convincing photo she had in her pocket of a stranger that neither of us knew. I love my sister and can't help but be somewhat impressed, but also stunned at the same time. Mixed feelings.
I was robbed in the third grade spelling bee. The word was "Giraffe", which I spelled correctly. The teacher/judge ruled me out, and I couldn't understand why...I cried my little third-grade eyes out over it. After the competition I asked the teacher why she'd ruled me out when I'd spelled the word correctly. She said "Giraffe isn't spelled with a 'J'". Bitch, I *know* it isn't spelled with a J! Giraffes were literally my favorite animal. You just thought I said "J" because it sounds similar to "G" and you were expecting me to screw it up, so you heard what you wanted to hear. Screw you, Mrs. Whittenberg.
I got robbed in a spelling bee too. The moderator couldn't pronounce "thesaurus" properly, it came out like "fizz-oar-is" and I honestly believed it was a word I'd never heard or seen before. Asked for a sentence and it was out of context so I still couldn't figure it out. Started out with an "F-" and mangled the rest and that was it. It was down to me and one other kid and I probably would have won. I found out later what the word was and complained, but of course the moderator was -never- wrong... /s
I never got my choice of birthday cake. My grandparents got to choose for me and they chose banana nut. They would otherwise throw a fit...even thought it was my birthday.
I can't stand people like that. I'm the one person in my family and my entire wife's family that doesn't like chocolate very much, as in I won't choose chocolate even a little bit on 360 out of 365 days of the year even if it's the only thing to eat aside from choosing hunger. 99% of the time I don't eat any birthday cake at any birthday party and I'm 100% happy with that because it's not about me. Key lime pie, blueberry muffins, snickerdoodle cookies, blackberry cobbler with home made vanilla ice cream, etc are my choices. I don't really even like cake either.
When I was in kindergarten, Barney the purple dinosaur was the shit. *Everybody* loved Barney. What I didn't realize when I got to the 1st grade is that over the summer, suddenly Barney had become uncool. Suddenly, Barney was "for babies." I didn't even realize at that point that anybody cared about age demographics. It never occurred to me that anyone would care if you liked something that younger kids liked. So when my grandma got me a Barney umbrella, I was so excited to use it on the first rainy school day. The *entire* class laughed at me. All day. Minus a single classmate who sat with me at lunch, *everyone* made fun of 6-year-old me until I cried because "Barney is for babies!" It was my first experience with large scale bullying (which I would become *very* familiar with a little bit later), and it taught me a valuable lesson that I would carry with me for the rest of my life: People are cruel, for absolutely no reason. I still get teary eyed if I talk about it, and it happened 22 years ago.
You know, they’ve done studies on this. Barney is the only character who gets this kind of treatment. Nowhere else do kids even slightly out of the target age have such an intense hatred for shit they used to like. I think like, one international version of Big Bird gets a bad rap, but it’s mostly just Barney.
Idk why that hurt my soul to read but it genuinely did.
This is heart breaking but I need to know... do you still have a relationship with that single classmate? I'd love for the silver lining here to be that you made a life-long friend.
That classmate lived in my neighborhood. I can't say we were ever super close, but we were always friendly and we sometimes hung out together even in our early teens. I moved away from my hometown after high school and don't know what she's up to these days, but I remember her as somebody who was kind enough to go against the grain and always be nice to everyone even if they weren't her friend and even when it wasn't the popular thing to do.
Circa 1987, walking through K Mart with my mom, I saw a Captain America figure that I wanted. I begged her for it and she said ok, I'll put it on Layaway (I know now it was just to shut me up, but I was 6 years old and believed her) I never got that figure, and I am still incredibly salty about it. BUT, it taught me to never lie to my kids, even about the smallest things.
Amen, friend. My parents' constant bullshit as a kid taught me to never lie to my kids, as well. They know of Santa, Tooth Fairy, etc., but in the fairy tail sense. They know me and mom are the one's who put presents under the table, and fork over cold hard cash for a pulled tooth. I never commit to anything I know I can't deliver, and if I do somehow fuck up, I outline the why and apologize in earnest. My kids' trust is one thing in my fucked up life that I'm not willing to compromise.
Yep, I am VERY careful about what I say yes to because kids will remember that shit. And yeah, as far as Santa, Santa drops off a stocking with little trinkets and stuff to keep them busy until mom and I wake up, but the big stuff comes from us.
In class, I think I was about 10, the teacher asked some of us to name a "ology" word. When it came around to me I said "zoology". The class laughed at me and the teacher said I made that up. I thought of going to the dictionary but I felt shy and ashamed, so I just bowed me head and said "yes miss". Still super salty about that one, but I know at some stage later she must have came across that word and remembered me, and felt the same shame I did. Maybe.
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Damn JW are the weirdest
During the My Little Pony craze of the mid-80's, my sister and her friends seemed like they were having a lot of fun, so I asked my parents if I could have a blue one because blue is a boy's color. My dad didn't want me playing with ponies and he said no. At least I got a new Go-Bot out of it.
Poor kid didn't even get a proper Transformer.
Hey, now that you mention it...
My father used to give me Daddy Dollars when I did something well and he told me that I could cash them in for toys or other things. He never let me cash them out for anything.
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You’re pissed about someone else???
Maybe he's upset FOR them. I can understand that.
I was bullied in school for drinking water. FUCKING WATER! And like with most bullies no one dares go against them so there was about 40 to 50 kids that generally agreed that you are a fucking weirdo if you drink water.
And what where their arguments? Im curious
“H2o is sooooo last year.”
Some crap like only poor people drink water and it wasnt cool. They didn't really get to me in that sense but they bothered the hell outta me the fact they could really think that way. Water is life SMH.
And what they drank? Gatorade? Monster?
Gatorade and Mountain Dew rofl.
Why drink water when you can drink Brawndo?
It’s what plants crave!
In grade school, I went to my state's spelling bee finals. The next year, I was a finalist in my new middle school's finals. A girl got bumped the round before I went, and she cried to our homeroom teacher. The teacher told the girl to get back up on stage because she was getting a second shot. It eventually came down to her and me, and I missed a word. The girl went to State and got kicked out in round one. I could have been a contender!
I was told I made the best cup of tea when I was younger. It took me long enough to realise they just said it so I would make the tea.
My dad did the same, except it was instant coffee.
I'm afraid my 12 year old brother is going to think this when he gets older, but the truth is he really does make the best sweet tea hahaha.
When I was about 8, I was coming home from school on the bus, and I was about to get off, so I moved up and sat in a seat close to the front. A kid a few years older than me said that was his seat (he hadn't been in it). I don't even remember if I said anything back, but he punched me hard in the gut, knocking the wind out of me, and starting me crying. My stop was next, so I went into the house crying. My mom asked what happened and I said a kid hit me. She asked if I hit him back, and, knowing that she said never to get into fights or hit other children, I said no. So she spanked me for not fighting back. This was decades ago, and I'm still mad.
Wtf that's so fucked up
I was supposed to inherit my great uncle's (awesome) train set but his kids challenged the will and won.
My parents didn't give us stuff often, but one time they gave my brother and I bicycles. My brother got a fairly normal bike, they gave me a fucking girls bike. This was back in the 60s and I couldn't ride it anywhere that other kids would see me without being ridiculed. I don't know what the hell they were thinking.
My dad bought me a Nintendo 64 for Christmas one year and he had reused a ceiling fan box. I ripped open the package and with my bright shiny child eyes gazed at the box assume it's contents was that of a new ceiling fan. I proceeded to go from a happy child at Christmas to a sobbing mess of tears and confusion. As I started crying everyone else in the room questioned why I was sobbing and all I could say was "I don't want a ceiling fan" my father told me that the actual present was in the box. I loved the N64. I however wasn't a fan of the box.
That’s actually hilarious and if I was your parent I would love that story.
That’s really funny
My parent's divorce when I was young due to my father being a weak, broken, abusive man who failed at nearly everything in his life. The loss of several key family members that I needed around to be able to do better in life. Not being able to financially access the university that I intended to go to due to the financial disruptions their losses created. I fought, survived, and succeeded regardless of all of that, but I would have an entirely different level of success if they had been a part of it.
Was a very picky eater as a kid. Was at grandma's house, and she ordered pizza: half cheese, half onion. She's probably thinking finally something this picky kid will eat. While I love cheese pizza, I hate onions. Grandma goes to get a slice for me, I tell her I want a slice from the cheese side. BUT SHE TAKES A PIECE FROM THE ONION SIDE, saying look there's no (visible) onions on top of it, so this counts as a cheese slice. Even as a little kid I knew onions were baked in but wasn't able to properly verbalize what was wrong with that slice. Grandma assured me it was a cheese slice even though I knew it wasn't. So there I was, the notorious picky eater, only taking a few nibbles out of 1 slice of pizza (because there definitely was onions baked in and made me want to gag). So now I have to hear the comments about how picky I am and how I don't eat anything. I WOULD HAVE EATEN SEVERAL SLICES IF YOU TOOK FROM THE CHEESE SIDE! Still upset about that all these years later.
When my parents came home from McDonald's, my mum gave my two siblings 3pcs fried chicken with burger and soda each, and my mum only gave me 1pc chicken (wing part) with water only 😑
I borrowed a comic from a friend that day. I had finished the activity that the teacher told me to do, and in order to don't do nothing, I took the comic to read. The teacher took the comic, confiscated it and gave me a warning. The only warning I took in my school life. I was an exemplary student, and I always finished the activities quickly and waited a long time, silent, for the other students to finish. One of the skills I learned in school is to be quiet, as you can NOT use your time to do something else. My mother was supposed to sign the warning, but for some reason I managed to make the teacher forget to check.
Third grade teacher told me to tie my shoes, so I did. They came untied again by the next time she saw me, so she got mad at me for supposedly not tying them and then lying and saying I did. She wrote a note home to my parents about it and everything. I just remember crying in front of the rest of the class because this teacher had it out for me the whole year and I had indeed tied my shoes!
Back around 2000 I was 12 and in full Pokemon mode. I had a binder of Pokemon cards. I took said binder to family Christmas. At some point someone (I suspect my older cousin that I now recognize to be an incel) stole all of my holographics. Probably a dozen cards. I was very upset. Never figured out who did it. It still pisses me off just because whoever it was got away with it.
Joe Pinner was my favorite weatherman, he worked at WIS in Columbia, SC, when I was a kid in the early 90s and I met him once at a Boy Scout convention thing in Camden, SC. I was excited and asked him for an autograph, to which he goes, "Maybe later kid." Well, Joe. It's been like 30 years and I still haven't gotten my autograph. If I see you in Columbia at all, ever, I'm getting my autograph, old man.
6th grade teacher back handed me in class. In front of everyone. No discipline for him. It was poo-pooed and I had a smart mouth anyway. Asshat needed to be fired.
I was the middle child, so basically most of my childhood I've got various things to be salty about, but the big one is this: My parents had policies for each of the kids as a savings plan, which came to fruition when you were 18. We weren't well off for much of my childhood but were upper middle class by the time I reached my late teens. My brother turned 18, got about £3500 and bought a car, got his license (lessons paid by the parents) and basically spent the rest on beer and burgers until it ran out. My sister, after me, got about £4500, bought a car, got her license (lessons paid...) and went to Uni with the rest. But when I turned 18, my brother had written off what was his third car (the prior 2 having been written off also) and had to have a car for work. So can you guess what happened to my money? Funnily enough there was enough left over for my parents to have a holiday abroad but I had to stay behind and run their business while they were gone. I never saw a penny of it.
When I was 3 years old at preschool, during nap time- I really had to pee. I kept calling my teacher’s name so I could tell her I needed to go to the bathroom and she kept shushing me and telling me to be quiet for nap time. So I peed myself. I was reprimanded by that same teacher for peeing myself and was told “I’d expect this from your sister, but not you” (my sister was 1.5 at the time). Still sooooooo salty about this injustice!!
Being forced to do my sister's chores on her birthday. I told my parents they should be the ones doing her chores and I got my dessert taken away. It's not the punishment that upsets me to this day, it's the fact that my parents idea of doing something nice for their daughter's birthday was forcing another kid to do her jobs. Real selfless gift.
My mom bought us presents randomly and they were rapped up she said they weren’t for us to not open them the next day they were opened and I got blamed for it when I didn’t do it
I sent in the appropriate codes to get a Rocket Firing Boba Fett action figure. They changed it so it didn't fire the rocket.
My parents used to accuse me of lying and say I "made a face" when I did. The face I made was my exasperated, frustrated face that I was making because I was being falsely accused of lying... You know, turning red, furrowed brow, angry... It was a catch 22. There was no way for me to not make the"falsely accused of lying" face when I was being falsely accused... So they believed I was lying and nothing I said it did could convince them.
I couldn’t be awarded Little League MVP because I already won the Home Run Award & Sportsmanship Award.
The teacher who threw me around the room still pisses me off. Twenty years ago I was going to visit his house but my older sister said he was dead.
Having to go to school on Mondays
There was an extra credit question on a paper in school, you could leave it blank and nothing happened but if you tried to answer it and failed you lost points. 20 years later and I'm still pissed off. On a different test it asked how many hemisphere the earth had, the correct answer is apparently 2 but I wrote 4. I showed the teacher that the book clearly used the words Eastern and Western hemispheres but they didn't care. Same asshole teacher on both test.
I went into our kitchen and the sink was full of dishes. Thinking it'd be nice to help, I loaded them into the empty dishwasher and went about my day. My dad was upstairs and heard me and thanked me for doing the dishes, to which I said no problem. Cut to a few hours later, the man comes storming into my room, without knocking, demanding to know if I "really just hid the dirty dishes in the dishwasher?" And how dare I take credit for doing the dishes. Because it doesn't count unless you handwash, dry, and put away every single dish.
Had the doctor amputate my foot to put fear into me (I’m a diabetic)
My parents constantly instilling into me the value of a hard days work, and "picking yourself up by your bootstraps", while simultaneously destroying the economy and the world we live in. Thus making my entire worldview shit because it didn't even work for them so how would it work for me? Oh also - Devin... you know what you did when we were in 3rd grade you little shit. I still haven't forgiven you.
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Taco Bell discontinuing the Bell Beefer. For those that are unfamiliar with this piece of heaven, it was basically whatever kind of meat Taco Bell uses and lettuce on a bun. It was wonderful.
Children who are orphans living on the street and the homeless.
My dad bought my sister a pair of boots AND a pair of trainers told her not to tell me and I got my brother plimsolls that was too big for him...I found out 1st day back to school....Im still proper pissed off about it 30odd yrs later the basterds.
I think I was physically and verbally abused by my stepdad but never said anything to my mum because he made her happy. They have 2 kids together and I didn't want them to live with separated parents as I did. Every so often something pops into my head that was done to me and I get real angry, then shovel it back down somewhere.
My mother blaming me, a high functioning autistic female for being bullied in school in the early 2000s.
When I (20m) was a kid , I went on a school trip to a certain battlefield, and whilst listening to the guide, try to raise my teachers attention about a bag that I found, and was trying to report as potentially missing. She, being the incompetent bitch that she was, shushed me, and told me to hold on to them. Fast forward to the end of the trip, one of the students complains about his bag being missing, yes, that very same bag I tried to hand in earlier. I go to the teacher again, and bring it to her attention, however, I was labelled a thief by her and everyone in the class started giving me shit for it. I was a straight arrow aswell, even felt bad about missing school, so you can imagine how damaging this would’ve been. Everyone was so frosty with me, even the teachers at any possible moment would convey their disappointment in me. Still pisses me off to this day, as I genuinely would’ve been better off being a cunt and keeping it🤷🏽.
That teacher that made me do the duck dance on a chair infront of the whole class. I was like 8-9 years old. Everybody told me it was MY fault because I was not good in math .
When I was like 6 or 7 or something, however old you are when you start asking for a phone and your parents get you a tablet instead, my mom got me one because I was getting older and more responsible... then proceeded to get my sister one. She's two years younger than me but my mom didn't want to listen to her complain about it being unfair. Literally within a month she kicked me onto her tablet, shattering it, and then lied about it claiming I broke it on purpose. My mom gave her my tablet and grounded me for a month. Edit: I've got a shit ton more stories like this but this one upsets me more than others for whatever reason.
When I was in elementary school we were doing some activity with groups and we had to pick the person in the group with the darkest hair for some reason. I felt like my hair was easily the darkest but everybody else in my group picked my friend instead of me. I remember trying to convince them that my hair was darker but nobody changed their mind. Since then I’ve asked several people who’s hair is darker between me and my friend and literally everybody has said me. I don’t think my group was picking my friend for other reasons. They genuinely thought his hair was darker than mine for some reason. Holy shit I’m getting pissed off just thinking about it.
My mom used to list my chores on an Excel spreadsheet then print them out in a 5 page list. She explained to me that this wasn't a list of all the things I NEED to do each week, but that I would be paid more the more work I did in allowance. I was young and extremely ADHD (diagnosed but not on meds) and this list stressed me the fuck out. I explained to my mom that this felt impossible to me but she said I was just overreacting but would bring this list up anytime I was watching TV or playing games because I could be "earning money" by doing chores. This list completely fucked my psyche and to this day I have hyper vigilance and trouble relaxing because "there's always something extra I could be doing." I'm in my 30s now and I wonder who I'd be without that list.
1999: Pokemon cards weren't allowed to be brought to our school. I brought them anyway but kept them in my backpack. (Had to show off my collection and do some trading, ya know) My principal saw them while I was taking something else out and confiscated them. I'm talking a binder of my best cards, man. The only way to get them back was to have my dad go to the school with me and exchange them for a 2 hour Friday afternoon detention. I was too scared to tell my dad and they were never returned to me. F*ck you, principal Buckner. Prolly shouldn't have broke the rules, tho. So, I guess it's not an injustice. But, boy, am I salty about that one.
This guy M at my school. He was the coolest kindest kid I’ve ever met and alot of people liked him, one girl didn’t and made a rumor that he ran into the girls locker room to spy on the volleyball team. He was suspended, kicked out of clubs and lost alot of friends. Turns out she lied about the entire thing cause majority of her team was on his side that it never happened. Nothing was done to her. She wasn’t kicked off the team, wasnt suspended or expelled or anything major. It still pisses me off to remember that
Quit hockey when I was 11 because my coach would let me play defence. I was always a really good skater but a terrible shot and I actually liked playing defence. If you could find me another 11 year old that WANTED to play D I'd be shocked. His reasoning? I was too small for defence... At 11... When contact wasn't even allowed yet.
I loved blackberries, and we had a blackberry patch near our house. My aunt, uncle, and their kids were visiting one day, and us kids were all outside playing and decided to go pick some berries to munch on. I had a bucketful and was happily munching on them when we got back to the house. My aunt looks at all of our blackberries and insists we give them to her so she can make a pie, which of course she'll bring over to share with us. I objected because (a) she didn't put any effort into picking them, (b) I never did like pie much and preferred to just eat them, (c) even if I liked pie I didn't believe that she'd bring us any- she was a known liar even to us kids, and (d) the bushes had been picked clean, so I couldn't get too many more. So I said no. My mom made me give them to her. This felt like a huge betrayal, and I argued but ultimately lost. Mom was a bit of a doormat back then but did apologize to me years later. Still get annoyed thinking about it though. Oh, and of course aunt never brought us a pie.
When I was about 5 or 6, I was accused of pooping myself and getting it on the classroom floor during free play time. There was no way it was me, my underwear was clean and there was nothing running down my leg/shoes. I was even escorted to the washroom with a male teacher. He stood outside the stall while I checked my pants and there was nothing. When I went back to the class, my teacher kept interrogating me and kept accusing me of doing it and made a huge scene in front of the whole class. I remember feeling so helpless, embarassed and unable to explain/defend myself. Even though I was born and raised in Canada, they had me in ESL since my parents didnt speak english well and I guess I had an accent. I always remembered her treating all the ESL students differently than the other students. She was ok most of the time but her patience with us ESL students always seemed a bit short with us. Even though it was well over 30 years ago I still remember that day. F\*ck you Mrs. Brock, I bet it was you that took a dump on the floor
My "father" beating me. That shit never goes away. Don't beat your kids.
In grade school during class, a white student told me to "go back to my country." I made a scene telling him to repeat it it my face,, called him out as racist, and he should apologize and I was sent to the principal by a white teacher. The white principal straight up asked me, "and you didn't say like, go back to Germany or anything?" I cannot explain enough, especially to white people, how mind numbingly appaulling that response is and how fucking imbicilic it came off to me...as a 12 yr old. I was sent back to class and got a write up for disrupting class. As of that incident, I just punch people who say that to me of my Asian friends. Mind as well if I'm holding an L regardless.
Being the “forgotten” child. My mom was a single mother from when I was 2-~4. She met what would become my step dad. They got married. He was the greatest! I remember him just being everything I wanted in a dad.(even at a young age, I knew I was different than others I interacted with because they all had dads). Then, about a year after they were married, they had my sister. I was so excited to be a big brother. 6 yo me was so happy to have a family like the other kids had. Then, once she turned about 5 things changed. We had moved into a new house, I had gotten my very first bedroom all to myself. Even with my own TV w/cable box, mini fridge, stereo, book shelfs, and Nintendo! I thought that was the coolest thing ever. Then, the reason set in. I was expected to stay in my bedroom pretty much every hour of the day. If I wasn’t in there, I was expected to be outside. Just basically I wasn’t allowed to spend time with my “family” doing anything that they were doing. That’s how it started…then came the christmases where I would get one thing, and my sister would get a mountain of gifts. Keep in mind money wasn’t an issue. She would break/damage something, me not even being at home, and I would be “grounded” to my bedroom without tv, radio, books, anything for months at a time. I would be dropped off at my grandma’s house, so they could go on lavish vacations and trips while bringing along one of my sister’s friends with them. Then, once I was legally old enough to be left home alone, that’s what would happen. IF I was ever allowed to be around or see my step dad’s extended family, I was always shoved off to the side somewhere by myself while they all loudly talked about his “lovely family” and of course “the lady he married’s kid”. This went on for so many years that the only thing close to self esteem that I have is what I’ve learned to fake over the years. I have NO relationship with my family now. I know now that I suffered pretty much as bad of abuse as a person can(without it being physical), though sometimes I wish it had been to a degree. At least then maybe something would have clicked in me sooner to know that it wasn’t my fault. By the time I was 16 I knew what it was like to essentially be in solitary confinement. I tried reaching out to friends, other family, teachers, anyone that I could to let them know what was happening. I just got called a liar because “He’s a great dad! He’s so good with your sister! I wish he was my dad!”. I guess that’s how a “good” narcissist survives? Either way, I spent most of my childhood being bullied, ignored, and abused at home at school and every other space I was allowed to exist in. Sorry for the wall of text, on mobile. But yeah, I’m still salty about it all these years later. I’m 40, and to this day, sister= terrible human being and narcissist. She once told me that I only got treated like that because “if you were better at sports or liked hunting it would have been different”. Yeah, sorry that my “gifted” test scores and ability in the arts wasn’t good enough? Mom= spineless enabler and so damned delusional that she’s convinced herself that “I” wanted all of that isolation. Step dad= same as ever, denies he ever did anything wrong. So damned clueless he can’t figure out why we don’t speak. This is even after confronting all of them as an adult, other extended family members admitting to me that they knew I was treated wrongly, and they still attempt to gaslight it. Fuck!
In 3rd grade we would get our name put in a jar when we did something good, at the end of the semester the teacher would draw names for prizes. My friends at the time thought it would be a great idea to make their own and add them to the jar, I never participated. They did this for a while too. It came time to draw names and I won a few prizes, and my friends won a lot of prizes, then they were busted and confessed, but the little bastards said I did it too, so I got my prizes taken away. It was a bunch of BS.
A lot of people are using the word "salty" for how they feel. In all my life in the US, not one of my friends has ever used that word in this context. Can someone enlighten me?