What Memory From Childhood Didn't You Realize Was Messed Up Until Later? (AskReddit)
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dysfunctional families are so toxic. i pray we all break generational curses
sandy Same
sandy I hope my family gets better...
Low-key Loki i do too 💜
im honestly working my ass off so that i could get early leave to college so i could get away and not come back hopefully I get accepted abroad in uni
My parents said to me when I was little (around 5-7), “We are kicking you out when you’re 18” I’m 11 today and I’m very scared about aging. Might even be gerascophobia (the fear of aging). Probably is.
"my uncle tried to take me to a hotel alone" *_we all know where this is going_*
H-huh? Uncle Frank.. What are you doing with t-that mustard bottle?
@@griphookssidechick9999 r/cursedcomments
Looking at your username, @Edalyn Clawthorne, you must be a fellow TOH fan as well.
@@foots_taurus_9243 that was my reaction too ,
I’m 11 and I know about this shit
That sister who protected her little sibling from a whipping is an absolute legend.
No I'm black I don't know about white folk but that all shit don't work if she did some dumb shit ass whooping is the best way to go
@@naturalnachos4153 You’ll never discipline your kids right by beating them .. ever They’ll resent you even more & most likely do it again/or worse in spite of you. You should read up on the psychology behind disciplining children. Just because it’s ‘normal’ in your culture doesn’t mean it’s the right thing to do
@@naturalnachos4153 I got spanked as a child an (though my mum will never, ever admit it) it made me fear her. There are things about me she doesn’t, and won’t ever know because theres still something in me that says “don’t say anything, you might get hurt”. Don’t get me wrong I still love her but I don’t feel I can always tell her my problems. And that was just spanking, I can’t imagine what an actual whipping would do to a child physiologically.
@@naturalnachos4153 I’m also black and I can say that it really didn’t stop me from doing stupid shit Tbh black people suffer from generational trauma a lot, and the fact that we shame those of us who get therapy or who don’t hit our kids doesn’t help
my sister protected me From everything And she took all the shit for me now i feel bad ;-;
The lesson of the day: If someone touches you in a place that make you feel uncomfortable, thats NO GOOD
It's your body! No one has the right to touch it if you don't want them to!
Well doesn't actually work when you are too young to understand, same happened with me from 7-9 years of age by my cousin, until I had the courage to say "no" because I was feeling dirty. Yes it's my very personal family member ( not my parents or my younger bro) hence I didn't really say about it to anyone . Still struggling after 7 years to first incident and moreover the fact I never really knew what had happened to me until I turned 13 is more disturbing.
@@Elsa-zj8zr They were referencing a "Sonic Says" short, but I'm really sorry that happened to you. I hope you're in a better place now.
wish i knew that when i was 4 my parents never taught me that letting others touch my certain body parts was wrong cuz the topic was too taboo and "who would even do that to you"
@@noonebossesthegarnet2890 So, what do you do? First, you say, "No!", then, you get out of there!
Some parents really shouldn’t be parents
Raina Dat Kween did u see someone else post that cause I have seen that same exact comment posted 10x over these past few days. Don’t be a parrot man
True, if they can’t take care of a Child well then don’t be a parent
You know what they say, every child deserves a parent but not every parent deserves a child. Sure, some kids out there are pieces of shit, but good parents should raise their child to be good.
I don’t have parents but that makes me anime girl
yeah
Don't feel bad about hitting a woman if she's trying to abduct your child.
if i was abusing someone n if a man hits me so bad to the point i get paralized, ill thank him for bringing me back to my senses
no sexism allowed! men aren't the only ones who can be hit!
Anaghaa Rao what r u talking about
That’s not why it’s fucked up
@Cameron Chaney Because it's sexist to say you cant hit women..
My mom told me "it's not like I'm the one who even wanted you it was your fucking dad" when I was 8. The worst part is at the time I didn't see a problem with it. I told my dad recently and he cried.
Aww poor man- hope you guys are doing fine!
I already love your dad
: (
...? Is it inappropriate? I vaguely remember my dad telling me the nearly exact same thing, but he's pretty nice and not abusive in general.
@@monie3681 Yeah that’s a fucked up thing to say to a kid. Having a parent tell you they don’t want you can really mess with your head
Online friends. That’s pretty how I realised I was being abused. Everyone in the neighbourhood had a “Beat the kids to discipline them” attitude, so I never realised it was not normal. My friends ended up being way more accepting of me too. They often check up on me and make sure I am never hurt too bad. So yeah. Online friendship is real.
dang, i understand hitting kids to discipline them, but it shouldn’t go to the point of abuse. i’m glad your online friends were able to help you realize that it wasn’t normal. i don’t mean to sound like a random person that’s just like “oh no!!!! oh that’s so terrible oh god :(“ but really, i hope you’re doing better. no one deserves to go through something like that...
This is why I wanna move to another country. I have online European friends who cared for me and understood the boundaries of discipline and abuse. Mom and sister just can't seem to get it right and always ends up emotionally manipulating me. I never tell them (mom and sis) tho.
@@ratontheinternet5611 yea im asian theres a diffrence between a spanking or slap to reality and abuse in many ways
@@Elsa-zj8zr where i live we get bruises and marks
@@Elsa-zj8zr mhm my mom is radical so she does it less but still does it if I’m talking back never for real trouble though
I hope that disgusting English teacher isn’t working in with kids anymore. That’s just vulgar
My only question is how the other kids didnt notice.
@@spaceace8453 SAME
@@spaceace8453 they were probably young and didn’t know anything about it.
Whether the kids noticed or not, that man is effed up, and should be fired
@@panicinthespacestation238 sent to jail*
Parents when they realize their kid wasn’t faking being hurt : *sweats nervously* 👁👄👁
Still remember my old friend, it was long ago, i was 6 yo, i was bullied cos i am just naive idiot in the class, always late and make troubles to my friends, anyway back to the story My old friend looks very tired and weak, like he wasn't sleeping for at least 3-4 days, i thought he just sleepy until the teacher ask him, he then said he got fever but his parents decided to force him to school, the parents wasn't abusive or anything tho, they just think it was just a cold, he get home and didn't school for a day It wasn"t so bad tho
Mom forced me to go to school while sick, and guess what happened, I threw up on the floor. In front of everybody. So glad it was near the end of actual school so I could do online, and no one would judge me for it.
It’s a sad reality man, some parents want to be on the wave of “my kids can tell me anything” but they aren’t willing to believe them when the real shit comes out.
@@SKBROOSE true,they really don't believe unless they see it
Doctors appointments cost money and kids like to fake stuff or overaxerate small illnesses to go to school. It sucks when this isnt the case even though parents think it is
My mom used to spank me almost everyday , one of the days she spanked me was because my dog ran away and my mom told me to follow him, my dog was still running away from me because he wanted to cross the street I was crying because I was scared of my dog becoming a street dog after 30 mins of running and chasing my dog , he decided to go back and my mom was standing in the door , my dog went in then when I went in she slapped my back that I even fell she kept spanking me with everything she found for more than 2 hours I dissociated and then I woke up all bruised so one of these days I was talking with a friend right, I told her almost everything and she was like “Sorry to break it up to you but your mom is physically abusing you” I was in complete shock because I thought everyone lived like I did . Unfortunately this is one of the many stories I have because I couldn’t go even a week without being spanked for one reason or other
You should tell someone, a teacher maybe?
Do you still live with her? Tell the teacher, people at church, your doctor and dentist, babysitter, anyone you can think of. As for the dog running, buy a leash from the dollar store, and have the dog wear it all the time, even in the house. It's easier to grab a leash than to grab a dog. But be careful because they sometimes chew the leash..Very sorry to hear you are being abused. But you sound like a good person You deserve better.
I'm sorry..... are you ok? 😞
I hope you're not living with her anymore. if you are then get the fuck out of there
Jesus Christ, you gotta call her out man.
I was sexually abused by my tutor when I was 7... It continued on for 6 months. One day I said that i was feeling really awful to my parents and they asked me why I looked sad, as I normally was really cheerful, i told them what he did, but still didn't know that it was bad or anything... They immediately fired him off. Fast forward to when I'm 12 and the teacher talks about you know the whole Good Touch, Bad Touch thing- For the first time I realised what the heck had actually happened, I was mortified and constantly kept crying for several days. Afterwards, one day while coming from a friend's house, I saw that man again while I was getting in an elevator, gladly another woman was there so I somehow made through it and ran off to my home, I never saw him again. This whole situation left me so badly traumatized that I fell into severe depression and severe anxiety and my grades started skyrocketing downwards... I was a top student before so that left me feeling so much more worse... Currently I'm 13 and a half, I have opened up to my family about my problems and I'm receiving Therapy... It's not going that great but I'm doing way better than before.
That’s awful, but you should feel proud of yourself for saying something and getting therapy. That’s a brave and responsible step
I wish all the best and that you see there are many wonderful things in life, you are very young are are yet to experience how amazing life can be.
I'm proud of you for telling on him, people can be really shitty and manipulate young kids and teens like you so they have more control over you, thank God you got away from him, i hope that bitch swine of a person is rotting in jail, wooo 🥳
The single dad story shows how people most likely assume that the man is always the abuser, meanwhile both man and woman can be very abusive, I experienced it myself with my abusive mom
And we mustn’t forget the dreaded *amber turd*
@@Paalleujo don't get me started i might have to virtually slap a bitch😂
@@nikkimcbain2839 why limit yourself to virtual
It doesn't have to be a "Parent" your relatives if they live with you can also abuse you Your uncle or Aunt it can be even your teacher at school anyone can traimatize you as a little Child
same here, with my abusive failure of a mother
Being forced to be the one to discover my sister after she slashed her wrists in a suicide attempt. My mom was too scared to, so she sent me in instead. I was 12. I had no clue what PTSD was until much later, I just knew that after that day, I was really, REALLY squeamish about blood. I'm 37 now and I still am fanatically OCD about protecting my wrists, I can't handle being around razor blades, and I have to hide all sharp edges out of my sight or else I just panic.
Sorry man I know the feeling my sister used to do the same she's not suicidal anymore thankfully
Dude. The exact same thing happened to me and I also have the same obsession with my wrists being safe. WILD!
I'm so sorry. I hope your sister is ok today
Is it at all possible to speak with a mental health professional? If u happen to live in america, I'm pretty sure the part u pay comes from the walk-in appt. If u do it online because of the pandemic, ur insurance could cover it. I don't mean to pry but that's what I'm doing at the moment
So (if ur a girl) do you wax your legs? If so does it hurt. I've never tried TwT
When I was in preschool, I was a super emotional kid with temper so what my teacher use to do whenever I had an outburst was locked me in a closet while everyone called me a cry baby
That's wrong
i feel bad for you. 😰
That's very messed up...I'm sorry 🥺
oml u ok?
That's fucked up man... Hopefully you're doing good now though
That dad that was defending his child from an abusive mother is an absolute legend.
One day at school when I was in 3rd grade, we had an unexpected half day. This one ‘nerd’ started crying. He said “I just love school so much!” as he cried. I thought he was just being a ‘nerd’, but now I realize there may have been some abuse at home. Dalton, I hope you’re doing well.
I hope he's okay
oh that made me sad :(
Exactly what i was like! I liked school, not bc it was fun, but bc it was just better than home.(I’m not abused or anything, I just dont like being around my parents) Then school became shitty in middle school and home is the better place :,)
I realised when I was younger that some kids may say ‘I like going to school’, not because they like learning, but because it’s better than at home. I found it pretty rude when people said those people were ‘nerds’ and couldn’t understand how a bad household didn’t cross their minds
@@andressica6993 That is a great realization to come to at such a young age!
6:14 no it wasn’t hurting a woman it was punishing a trash bag that proclaimed it’s a human being
Yes.
a parents has to do what they have to do to protect their child. Dad did nothing wrong
She’s not a trash bag; those actually have a reason to exist.
@@__Bruh oooh burn
she ain’t a trash bag she is the trash inside
Once when I was little I had a friend (he was a boy) we were in my room playing, his mom was coming to pick him up. Then, I don't know what was going on through his tiny 8 year old head but he wanted to try "it" with me. At first I didn't know what "it" was but I didn't want to. He kept pressing me to do it. Then He pulled down my pants and did stuff with my "mph". I was so uncomfortable and then I hear knocks on the door. Its was his mom. I quickly pulled pants up and ran down stairs, i told my mom everything. He soon went home crying. I never saw him again
Wait so how old are you?
Bro that kid is messed up who the hell even teach that kid to do that
@@floatingcartoonist5084 I know this is personal, my little brother, he was badly influenced by his father (my stepfather), and he learnt it from him 😬😬😬 Maybe the same thing could’ve happened with that boy friend @Leafy _chan had??
@@juanzamora8350 she was 8 years old😔
Yeah, I realized a months ago that I got an exorcism performed on me. Speaking in tounges, shaking, people touching me, cross on my forhead, calling my mental illnesses demons and trying to make them leave, screaming, everything. It's been a day to day thing for me. We have one of these almost every single youth group or sunday service. It was only when I heard another person talk about their exorcism when I found out that that was not a regular thing every church did.
Had the same nonsense happen to me. Now I make KZhead videos about religion…doing Chick Tracts for June if you ever read those
That's fucked. Those jerks are abusing the purpose of an exorcism. Mental illness isn't demonic or spiritual, it's physical. There is a massive, MASSIVE difference between a mental illness and being possessed. There's a fine line between walking the path of God and walking the path of crazy, and I don't know about you but no Priest can just say some line from Psalms and then there goes your OCD/ADHD/Autism/Palsy/Schizophrenia/other problems.
most of these will have a confrontation later on that would go like “Hey, mom, remember that time you let your boyfriend sexually abuse me?” “Haha, oops. But I’m not with him anymore, so it doesn’t matter!” “But you would join in” “That was a decade ago, I can’t go to prison for it now!”
And to those people I say, time of when it happened doesn't matter. If it went in, call the police.
Bird Bathwater its at its worst with emotional and mental abuse because it leaves no visible marks, so its harder for the police to investigate and if you tell anyone that knows the abuser, you get ‘its not real abuse’ long story short, if you get abused, call your country’s emergency services (eg 911, 999, 000)
I recently confronted my Dad about why I was frequently left alone with someone they knew was abusing me for my entire childhood. He tried to say he didn't know it was happening. I then gave him several examples of incidents that I know he was aware of. He admitted knowing about them and had nothing else to say. My mom is dead and my abuser is alive and well, living in a fantasy land where she is a victim and has never done anything to anyone. My dad keeps in contact with her but not me.
For as far as I know you can still sue her for it. Only when a case is unsolved for 20years it becomes a "Cold Case". You can sue her for years but the longer you wait the less likely it gets that she actually and up in prison
@@stupidnoodles6218 yeah, I guess that's all someone can rly do about the situation. Idk, I'm just a duck that sells piss for $49.89.
As a kid I've been spanked so hard by my mom, she broke a thick wooden spatula on me. She didn't stop at that. She grabbed another spatula and even talked about using a metal one. One time the pain made me feel so numb, I stopped crying and didn't respond to her. She grew angrier after that and beat me more harshly. I think she was looking for my response. She stopped beating me when I entered my teens. I think she was happier then... But in my middle teens, it got worse. One of the times, I was sitting and cornered behind a table. She beat me up with closed fists against my back and head and an occasional kick to the gut. It's was a barrage of physical and mental abuse. I became so crazed and scared, I retaliated by trying to grab and scratch her with intent of causing her harm. The moment I realized I was hurting my own mother, I broke down from the horror of my own actions. She beat me even harder after that. I'm still traumatized by the fact that I did that, regardless of how much she beat me. I'm not the type of person to feel strong emotions. I remember looking at the mirror, seeing a couple of bruises and tender spots. The lingering pain across my back and arms that lasted for days... the stars I saw when she punched my head. I felt like I had no one to talk to about my physical and emotional pain (sometimes being an only child sucks). This is the first time I'm writing out my experiences, and I never knew how bad it was until I started describing it in words. As much as I love my mother, I hate it when she gets angry. Her father abused her, and her built up anger and resentment causes her to abuse me. I will not continue this cycle of abuse when I have kids. Never. I'm so glad I inherited my father's gentle temperament. If I had my mother's, I'm afraid of what I would have done to her when things got worse.
Damn dude im so sorry you had to go through that... you didn't deserve that at all. I hope your doing way better now and that your mom got the help she definitely needs
@@studyfirstkids6744 Thank you for saying that. It really does mean a lot to me. It has been getting better. She hasn't been physical with her rage lately and her outbursts aren't occurring as often. As I've been growing more older and mature, I've been learning to label these experiences as abuse, which then allows me to think of ways to move forward. It's only the beginning, but I'm trying to lead my mom away from her built-up rage and towards being happy and healthy. I know for certain her anger and hatred towards those who wronged her won't be gone completely, but if any little amount of help does bring her closer to peace, I'd be willing to sacrifice anything for that. What I've learned is that being honest about your feelings, regardless of how negative and intense, helps reveal the underlying problem at hand. It's only when you recognize the problem, then can you make moves to solve it. Hopefully my tip helps you in some way. Thank you again for your words.
Bon Bonsai Your capacity for compassion and forgiveness to someone who clearly mistreated you badly is a strong indication of your character. I hope you both find peace.
Violet : hehe...GET REVENGE
@@bonbonsai3102 wow your really mature and im happy your able to move forward. Your so forgiving even after everything thats happened to you, other people would be very upset and angry (rightfully so). Im happy your getting better and learning to identify the abusive situations you've been in and im happy thats helping you move forward. I know i dont understand at all what you've been through and what your mom feels like (even though what she's been through doesn't justify what she's done to you im happy she's getting the help she needs) but i know that what happened was terrible and im so glad that such a compassionate person like you is healing okay. Also its true what you said at the end, you can only solve a problem if you know the root of the problem
I have lots of these memories. Things just tend to click as I learn more about the world. Like how the one kid we used to make fun of in elementary school for “dressing like a girl” was most likely a trans child dealing with gender dysphoria. Or the a special needs boy in elementary school who would try to touch other kids inappropriately and would come to school with bruises was probably being sexually and physically abused at home.
The FUCK is your profile pic
@@SM-be5dh it’s cursed
@@yushoiru_6420 ikr ehhhh
@@SM-be5dh I was just about to ask that lol
@@SM-be5dh its oikawa kissing phineas 😶 UMMMN THATS DISTURBING
i was five. my father forced me to watch pictures of children who had died due famine. every day. he thought that doing that would make me eat these specific foods that i can’t eat because of my sensory issues. i had an eating disorder for most of my childhood (idk if it has anything to do with this tho) i only now realized how fucked up that was.
Its sad how many pervert stories are on here. That sucks :(
Me too😔
I just am so confused that sexual abuse didn’t happen to EVERYBODY. I thought it did. Because it happened to me and that’s what I was told.
I know
I got raped by the one and only, father's friend.
I was m*lested by a family member from a very young age and when i was in 5th grade, there was a girl (she was a bit of a drama queen who was known to do things for attention so idk if this was true or not) who was claimed to be touched inappropriately by this other kid and it was a whole big deal. I remember she was crying and the girls in our grade were gathered around trying to console her and in my effort to do so, i told her something along the lines of “if it makes you feel better to know, my cousin touches me too.” I dont remember what was her reaction exactly but i think she stopped crying and just looked up at me. She told our teacher and for that i am so forever grateful she did, because if she didnt i dont think i couldve spoken up about it. Looking back, i dont think i knew that being touched was something bad until i saw everyone around me reaction. The person responsible made it seem like a game and always enforced that i can never tell anyone. It always felt like a secret, but no i honestly dont think that as a child, i knew it was wrong or that it shuldnt be happening, because it was all i had known and had happened for as long as i could remember.
🧢
My brother did the same to me, made it like a game and played it off as normal, then secretly did it to my sister.
Meto the Temmie did he blindfold you and say you couldn’t tell others and you felt like you would tear the family apart when you realized what he was doing? Me too
@@doll.perasite9030 He never blindfolded me. But everything else yes.
When I was younger my dad used to do the same thing to me and I used to think it was normal. kids my age would always talk about how they were sexually abused like it was no big deal. It was so obvious they were faking just to get attention and 10 years later I still haven't said the words out loud
When I was around the 2nd grade, I remember there was a girl that always looked dirty and smelled bad, as if she didn’t shower or had peed herself. None of the kids wanted to play with her because of this. I remember she was really quiet and kinda meek. As an adult I now realize this poor girl was most likely severely neglected, and I wish I would have tried to befriend her.
The “I didn’t realize my dad was an alcoholic” one hit me so hard because I didn’t either until I was in like fifth grade. He isn’t a physically abusive drunk, but he’s manipulative and clingy and obviously unable to take care of children, so I was always the one taking care of my younger siblings. My brother is five years old, and he gets nervous whenever my dad is drinking something out of a can. My dad is doing better now, and I’m thankful for that but that doesn’t change the fact that he would force me to take care of my younger siblings. (I’m still young, and the earliest memory I have of my dad being drunk was when I was like seven?) Also I realize none of this makes sense, it’s just me venting to nobody 💀
Sorry you had to deal with that and you're right. Being forced to act like an adult as a child is wrong. I hope your dad continues to do better with his alcoholism and I hope you get the support and parenting you need. I hope your dad holds himself accountable for his actions. If not, I hope you find better people. They are out there.
When i was a kid my mom would hit me and pull my hair, stuff like that. So around 3rd grade i remember being so happy, cuz i got a haircut. My hair was fully shaved off, so i was super happy that she couldnt pull my hair anymore... Yea i know my story isnt as bad as other but... Yea idk
Chicken Sammich I hope you are doing better now :)
My mom did the same. I am a girl though and became obsessed with hair. My hair would fall out in clumps when she had pulled my hair and hurt to lay down on a pillow after.
To everyone in this reply section and the person who commented I hope you will find happiness and will go to heaven 😇😇
@@user-nr4ur9fj3u I’m sorry but I don’t believe in god
@@animetiddies5821 who asked tho lmao
“He isn’t proud of hurting a woman” 6:17 🥺 even after the trouble she put him in he didn’t want to hurt her but had to in order to save his child. That’s so touching.
Bro Equal rights, Equal fights My hands are E rated for *EVERYONE*
I hate some parents. I don't know how many parents say this but my mom is always saying shit like "im your mother so I can do what I want" I have brothers and sisters but my mom is always trying to pick at us faces or whatever even when you tell her to stop and leave you alone she just acts childish and laughs. She stresses me out alot and no matter how many times I say I hate her touching me she doesn't care and pokes at me im always the sibling that gets called an asshole gets called selfish stupid and whatever else but really they just don't know boundaries dont know how to leave you alone when you want space
nôX EVEN THE TODDELRS
@@nox9749 yikes dude
@@jakegonzalez8060 my mom sometimes is like that with my older brother, he calls him selfish, he says he's like our dad (long story) But if he fights back, then she acts like she's the victim
This was around first kindergarten, my mom and grandma constantly told me to tell the teacher about what my dad had been doing to me. I didn’t know why, but I did. And then “people” came to my house and talked to my dad. Now I realize my mom and grandma wanted me to get the teacher to call the CPS cause we were all too scared of calling 911 because of my dad, so we needed the teacher to do it.
Did u ever tell the teacher tho?
@@potato_lover6402 they said they did
The story about the ear infection reminded me of a near parenting fail that we had when my daughter was 10. My daughter tended to be a little dramatic when she was sick or hurt, so we debated about whether we should take her to the ER when she got home from a school nature camp and after going to bed, she started claiming that she couldn't breathe late at night. She had also had some friend drama at camp and had been weepy and irritable all evening, and she had a cold. My husband was trying to convince her to go to sleep and that she'd feel better in the morning, but she said that she had to sit up or she couldn't breathe. This sounded very specific, so I insisted that we had to take her in, and I made him come with me because I was too tired to go through all of it by myself. It turned out she had allergy induced asthma that just kept getting worse at the school nature camp. They were sleeping in cabins on old bunk beds, and that was what was causing it to flare up. She didn't really even have a cold, just terrible allergies, and the friend drama was because she felt terrible and couldn't sleep at night. No one believed her when she couldn't keep up with them and would cry. The cold fall air was bothering her lungs also. I expected there to be a long wait at the ER and to be sent home and told everything was fine. But she wasn't kidding when she said she couldn't breathe. They gave her a room right away and two breathing treatments, and sent her home with steroids, an inhaler, and a follow up appointment. Imagine if we would have been too tired and kept trying to convince her that she was fine. The looks on their faces when they listened to her breathe were alarming. Lesson learned. Never ignore your kid even if you're 99% sure they are overreacting.
Oh my god. She poured f*cking shampoo in her EYES?!
Oof size : *L A R G E*
If I get a very small but of shampoo in my eyes in the shower I freak out I can't imagine how painful it would be to litterally have your own mother pour it on
Fiona Piazza I always rub my eyes with my fingers and then a towel and make sure I safely got water in my eyes so the shampoo goes away
Oof size: U L T R A M E G A
Welp she is going to get a bad review on a parent or babysitter
When I was in 3rd grade, I knew the word sexy, but not what it really meant. I thought 'sexy' meant 'pretty'. So one day a girl in my class (let's call her Alexa) came to school in a cute dress and I called her sexy. She was PISSED and I couldn't understand why. Looking back on it, it wasn't so much messed up as it was awkward and weird.
Yikkes...
@Rhys Higgon same. She just changed it a little bit
@Rhys Higgon nope, this happened. i lived in New York at the time
@@karma2130 no this really happened, its kinda common for kids to not know what words mean. i'm a girl btw
@@starlightarises7140 if you saw the other story you would see how unbelievable you sound cause its too similar
My fucked up memory was when my sister pushed me to the ground and started to choke me in front of some others kids at camp. I laughed at first but then I couldn’t breathe, I started crying and told her to stop. Then she did and the kids walked away but no adult came up to me to see if I was okay. This world is fucked up.
It really is 😔 I'm sorry for you, did you tell anyone after it happened?
@@potato_lover6402 I told my parents and they just told me to stay away from herb
The human race is completely fucked. Like, we're screwed.
My dad locked me in a closet b/c I was scared of the dark (I was 5-6). Told me I couldn't come out until I wasn't scared anymore. Then he went down to eat dinner and left me up there. My sister was at a friend's and my mom was at a business dinner. My dad doesn't even remember 🙄
thats just cruel. im so sorry you had to handle that
I'm sorry but if he wasn't off his head on drugs or booze, he DOES remember locking his own terrified child in a closet. That's not something you forget. Your dad is probably a psychopath. To do that to your little child and leave them there is pure evil. He remembers.
snitch em tell snitch snitch
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boo
I once found my "dad" making a hole on the bathroom wall from under one of our kitchen cabinets. I was around five and he told me he was installing a window and i thought nothing of it. I remember seeing my mom and him arguing near that kitchen cabinet sometimes. Turned out the hole was conveniently hidden under one of the bathroom mirrors on that wall, and he had been using it to spy on my then underage cousins (whose parents had just moved and couldn't yet bring them along because they were still in school) and me when we went to the bathroom. Edit: nothing was done against him then since my mom wasn't still financially independent from him and if he'd gone to jail we'd been kicked out. She did find an excuse to make my uncles send my cousins to stay with other relatives somewhere safer though, and I wasn't allowed to use the bathroom if he was home or to stay alone with him, thankfully. By the time she managed to divorce him and take him to court for that, the crime was apparently too old and nothing could be done.
@briiisu Uh, what? I am sorry that you don’t have a dad but- I am confused?
I hope you're away from him and feeling better
American justice system.
That’s fucked up
@@rezzze1147 truly
I was not paying attention in class one time, we were talking about Lincoln or Martin Luther at the time. My teacher said to me “pay attention if it wasn’t for him you would be a slave” i was in 1st grade Edit: I’m 17 now, I can’t remember the story clearly
Which is a fact....pay attention.
Mister F imagine being told that in 1st grade...
It’s was true but idk if that was rasict...but still inappropriate to tell a first grader-
The teacher could've just said pay attention
It’s weird to single you out, and essentially force the mental barriers of racial separation onto a kid.
So when I was in Pre-k it was someone’s birthday. I was four. (Take note: the program had a cluster of kids with different ages) And we had to sit on the carpet and wait for the teacher to call our name to go eat some birthday cake. While I was waiting for my turn, there was a boy across from me. He looked a bit tall but I’m guessing that he was five or six. Anyways, I guess he said ‘I’m gonna tickle you!’ And started tickling me. Next thing you know, his hands are tickling my coochalala and yea ....no teachers where even paying attention to us because they where also setting up the table while calling kids to come sit. I thought it was normal then the memory just came back to me. Idk why I didn’t tell my parents but I’m guessing I didn’t know. (I was actually just debating myself about wether he was just tickling me, or if he knew what he was doing. I think that he did know considering that most people tickle near the ribs or armpits)
I feel like that's something someone was doing to him so he thought it was normal. That's just a thought though
Children often reenact things they saw, heard, or happened to them.
The worse thing is that tickling is a f*tish, making that more suspicious
therye a kid and probs dont anderstand but damn thats fraped up
Relatable. Kids used to always touch my hair because it was in a horrible bun because my hair was horrible back then. (Why I have cornrows now). Since most of my friends are men, since I’m a massive tomboy. My friends do get into meme fights with chasing and stuff, and I never knew if they were just doing… that. then again I’m the big simp who gets crushes on *everyone*
Pretty basic one, back in elementary school, me and my mom used to count days between loud arguments and celebrate accordingly. I think our record was about 4-5 days.
Rookie numbers My household record of 20 hours is unbeatable
When I was in the first grade , I had a classmate who would always sit behind me and slide his hands down my underwear, I was so scared that I'd just sit there in shock. One of my friends saw him tugging at my shirt and asked him what he was doing and watched him until the end of the day, she even switched spots with me so he wouldn't touch my shirt. I never told her what happened because I moved away later that year, but I remember that she a sweet Jamcoan-American girl and her name was Jadianne. So thanks for having my back, Jadianne. Hope your doing well. Edit: All the tell us of people re-telling their similar story's are making me sad! Stay safe!
oh my good what a messed up kid ( i Hope youre still in contact with youre friend )
I had a kid in first grade class who would do the same thing but it was a girl who did it
I'm so sorry. But this just brought back a memory I probably wanted surpressed, and I feel I should write it down. During one year in either elementary or middle school, whenever we'd have field trips, I'd have to sit next to this one guy. Most often, I'd fall asleep until we got to where we were going. One time, I woke up to him shoving his hand down the back of my jeans. I was so scared. Every other time after that, I'd wake up and silently scream in my head. I remember one time I rushed off the bus crying because he had gotten farther than normal. Jesus, I feel disgusting now. You and that girl are so strong.
What a good friend, she's your hero
@@bisexualdisasterlol Damn I’m lucky shit like that doesn’t happen to me I feel so bad for you
When I was 4 or 5, my dad started touching himself while I was sitting on his lap. I didn’t know what he was doing so I asked him if he wanted me to do that for him. (I am a serving person so whatever looks like a chore, I will ask if I should do if for you.) He said yes so I touched him for a while until my mom came home. It only happened once. I feel so guilty about it and I’ve never told anyone except my sister. I cant even think about getting into a relationship myself because if I do, that memory haunts me and makes me sick. I asked him a couple years ago if he remembered doing that and he said “yeah, we shouldn’t have done that.” I get really upset that he implies I knew what I was doing. I blame him for the emotional struggle I go through and I hate being around or talking to men. Anyway, that’s my sob story. Thanks for reading.
You were 5 or 6 there is zero blame on you! He's a sick man. I hope you stay away from him and I'm sorry you're having such a hard time
Awww not your fault.. You were and still are innocent.. so sorry that happened to you
You were only an innocent kid the one to blame is definitely your father not you
your dad is one pathetic loser, u arent tho
oh god
My Mom used to tell me I was a glutton for wanting seconds. Now I'm almost 16 and I forget to eat and even if I remember to eat, I feel too guilty to eat without permission even when I'm alone. She did a lot of other things I didn't realize weren't okay until other kids pointed it out.
One time I was trying on a dress and my mom said "are you pushing your stomach out" I said no. At the time I didn't realize anything but now I realized she was calling me fat I was never the same after I realized. Then like 3 years later we're watching Alvin and the chipmunks with her boyfriend and he asked if I was Eleanor (the short fat one) this lowered my self confidence a lot more. To this day I still have so many more insecurities because of them then I normally would have. (This is my story but I don't have reddit)
just remember... *eleanor is the absolute cutest.* 😤👌
Lol
Workout?
I'm sorry that's horrible.
@@l0cal_dishwasher_near_u905 and she has an adorable name
When i was a baby my dad made me sleep in a suitcase with pillows because he couldn't afford a bed for me btw it was open not closed
oof
That's kinda genius lol. I know some hospitals send babies home with a cardboard box to sleep in on the floor
That’s a actually pretty smart. It’s the right size for a baby and pillows will make it comfy
That’s smart, you could’ve had worse
That’s actually really fuckin’ smart. He did what he could with what he had and it worked!
The ear ache kid said his parents never abused him... I'm kinda thinkin that the father draggin him around all day, rather than taking him to the Dr like he needed, falls in the abuse catagory
It's neglect, so yes
I just want to share this. I was verbally bullied when I was a kid because I'm fat. There's even a chant invented for me: "Baboy, piggy piggy oink oink," and baboy means pig. Because I'm pikon (easily triggered), I chase them even though I can't catch up to them because they're so thin that they can easily be taken by the wind. Because of that, the bullying got worse. Well, maybe for those kids that's not even bullying, but I'm very much an emotionally sensitive person (I even cry nowadays because of reddit posts that aren't even about me). Their words mentally injured me. I also have a history of one of my subject teachers back in fourth grade (science teacher) telling me that I have autism, just because I don't really have friends in class because I can't even relate to them (they act like adults when they're still children) so I always roam around the school every break time and play with kids from lower year levels. Every subject teacher I had then, except my MAPEH (Music, Arts, Physical Education and Health) teacher, and every single student in my grade thought I was crazy because at that time, autism equals to being crazy in our community. My science teacher didn't even let me join an inter-school quiz bee although I'm eligible (I'm the highest scorer for the mock quiz in my whole grade) because she thought that I'll just bring disgrace to the school (well, my mom snapped here after two school years of me enduring all of this, so she harshly pulled my teacher's hair [the word is sabunot, I just can't remember how to say it in English] inside the school grounds and in front of the principal which coincidentally is also my science teacher's husband. Since then, I was never enrolled in a public school again.) I'm currently in college, and I currently have inferiority complex and (mild) depression according to my school's guidance counselor (she's a graduate of BS Psychology). Aside from that, I have suicidal thoughts sometimes (good thing I'm afraid of anything piercing through my skin and muscles so I haven't mutilated myself yet). Also, I an having a very hard time coping with stress caused by every single thing in my life. So I asked my mom to take me to a clinical psychiatrist for official diagnosis and professional help (because I'm tired of overthinking if I really have what they say or not). But my mom said that IT'S ALL JUST IN MY MIND. ('Of course, mom. They're mental issues. They're problems with my mind,' that's what I thought.) Then she said not to think I have those problems because I'm just imagining it. IDK if it's just the problem with my country's people thinking that mental health is taboo, or is that how my mom's brain works. Either way, I'm planning to go to a psychologist myself once I have enough money for travel and consultation expenses.
Medical neglect, yes. It's something I had to deal with on top of my abuse. It's damaging and dangerous on its own before you even consider the fact that ignoring medical problems just cause more to sprout as side effects. I've genuinely asked myself before "Is my insomnia a base issue OR was it caused by my PCOS and hormonal issues OR my anxiety OR my trauma?" Also seeking medical help now is next to impossible because when you go to a doctor with this giant list of medical problems you'd like help getting diagnosed, they think you're a hypochondriac instead of someone whose medical problems went undiagnosed due to neglect for two decades before you were able to finally get to see a doctor. When I was taken to my annual physicals, my mother would refuse to leave the room for as long as they'd let her get away with and there were many times where I'd bring up potential medical issues and she would start talking over me to downplay it and make up a cause so the doctors wouldn't do anything. She had meetings with all my doctors I had growing up without me present and I'm convinced she told them I was a hypochondriac who liked to make up stories for attention because they'd always start treating me worse after speaking with her.
@@leonalistair2915 that is so messed up
Hello! fellow Filipino here It's just sad that problems in mental health aren't really known in our country and also some other things like therapy. It's like our country is full of ignorant people. Back then, I was always called shy. I never really participated in things like Pangkatan. I really don't like Filipino subject because it revolves around groups (groupings) it always have to do with performing on class. I always didn't participate on those things. My classmates always asked me " Why don't you participate? Why are you always shy? we're all performing anyway". Sometimes my teacher would get mad because I don't participate and it feels like I'm forced and I have no other choice but to participate. I was also scared of going to convenience stores or even asking someone like "where can I find (insert random thing)?". When a random person talks to me my heart always skips a beat. At first, I didn't get why I was different and I also felt like I wasn't just shy. Turns out I have social anxiety. Anyways I'm doing better now. But lol I gotta say I only have 1 close friend. Never really talked to people and tried to get to know them. But I'm trying. It was great to see a fellow Filipino in a reddit video bc Filipinos mostly just watch Filipino vlogs.
My computer teacher would rub my shoulders, neck and back while I did legit anything on the computers I thought he just liked me more than everyone else lmao. and at snack he would sell candy and when I wouldn’t have enough money to buy something he would give it to me for free. Then,I though it was cool but now being older I realize that that is kinda sus lmao. Edit: apparently he did it to my sister as well and she said he did it all of his favorite students..
That's fucked up
@@tabitha5497 yeah now that I look back on it I realize it was and the man was like old old I think he had grandchildren
@@maaceyy6832 If you can report him in some way, you should
@@tabitha5497 if I could I would I moved and I don’t live anywhere near there anymore plus that school was so dumb they probably wouldn’t do anything anyway
"yesss thats it,click those buttonsss" IT WAS A JOKE IT WAS A JOKE IT WAS A JOKE DONT GET TRIGGERED
For me, I was telling my teacher about how one of my grandmothers died (maternal). I was putting up two fingers and when I talked about the one that died, I put down my index finger, leaving my middle finger up. My teacher told me not to do that but me being so young and innocent, I didn’t understand what she meant but obeyed. Now I realised I accidentally was trying to flip my teacher off.
Oops
When I was like 12-13 my English teacher was flirting with me... I wasn’t conscious about pedophilia, so I treated him just as a normal boy at my age trying to flirt with me. Years later he became my teacher again and when I looked at him I realized what happened, and that I shouldn’t have ignored him and erased all the flirty texts he sent me. Please aware your children about serious stuff like this.
Fuck dude hope he's not around kids anymore
Wtf that's terrible
Oh trust me since there age of 7 I have learned what s-x and pedophilia is about ... though I’m not comfortable or happy with the way I learned it... (and no I wasn’t raped)
@@playerv2673 You're not alone there. Even though I had an 'okay' childhood, the mental abuse of verbal shaming from people around me was deeply affecting me. From grades, to body shaming, to victim blaming. Higher expectations were set for me before I was even born. It didn't help that everytime the news comes out saying someone was raped/killed many people would constantly blame the victim for being too 'confident' and 'bold' or being to 'flirtatious' with others. Victim blaming only makes the situation worse and makes the convict feel better after doing their 'business' since a lot of people side with them. The whole world is so fucked up. I grew up with that mentality around me. I never saw eye-to-eye with their opinions since I knew everything they said was fucked up and tweaked so that they could benefit from it, no matter how twisted. I started opening my eyes earlier than most people and was more aware to these type of situations than other kids my age. I had a deeper understanding of what type of society we lived in. I hated not being able to do something. Every word they said made me so mad and frustrated. I tried reasoning with them when I was younger, apparently that didn't help and they told me 'I was just a kid' and that 'I don't understand anything' since I was too young. Some of the people that used to say that are now a bit more educated since a lot of shit are happening right now and they've finally begun to open their eyes. Although, most people still don't realize that though, that's the problem.
Didn't help when my mom used to always smack and hit me when I didn't get grades that were 'average' in her opinion. For her, average grades are grades that only have a maximum of 5 and a minimum of 0 mistakes. Anything lower and she wouldn't be satisfied. What was worse was that after smacking me, she would look at me like I was a dissapointment. One time, I remember a vivid memory. I tried to ask my mom to help me with math and you know what she said? "If you really were my daughter then you would easily understand this! Do you want to drop out of school?! I can't believe I payed for you to go to school! If you were going to be that useless then I shouldn't have payed for your expenses! You should just learn to wash dishes, cook, clean, and wash clothes, that way, you won't be so useless anymore as a housewife! How did I give birth to you?!" I *tried* asking her, but the second I opened my mouth she knew exactly what I was going to say. I was in second grade back then, I was just 7 years old. I never relied on my mom since then. She believes she knows everything about me, yet she doesn't even scratch the surface.
Had my friend sleep over. We were giggling and not going to sleep as girls are apt to do. My father came in and we hid under the covers. He proceeded to hit the bed lumps with his belt all over and then stormed out. He didn't know I had company...for years afterward my friend would recall that memory in horror. She was an only child and had never been beaten before.
That's abuse...if he beat you unprovoked like that, that doesn't count as a 'punishment' like spanking or something. Right?
Did your friends ever tell their parents what happened? Edit: I read friend as plural.
@@goldensentinel7715 i hope so
@@goldensentinel7715 thAt man needs a while in jail.
The biggest culture shock for me was finding out that nobody else I know got their asses beat with an extension cord or locked outside during the summer as a kid, it was a normal thing for me back then, but looking back on it makes me realize how fucked up my dad was...
This happened when i was 9. My parents are divorced and i switched houses each week. Whenever i went to ny dads house him and his new girlfriend would always stay up late and sit on the balcony. Me and my step brother, whos one year older then me, didnt think too much about it cause we were aloud to play video games. One day at dinner i asked them what they were doin turns out every night my dad would be smoking and his girlfriend would be drinking. I know that thats not the most frickin up thing but whats worse is that the girlfriend actually told my step bro to try some alchohol and legit threatened him to drink it. In the end he drank it and felt really sick the whole week.
wtf
that fucked up man
Wtf
When i realized that it’s not normal for your dad to try drowning you as a kid 💗
Wait that's not normal?
..............Thats fricked up
When I realized that it's not normal for your dad to threaten you that he will punch you until you bleed and that he will ripp your ear off if you didn't do what he wanted
When I realized it isn’t normal to feel scared at my dad’s house
When i realized its not normal for your dad to hold a knife to your throat💗
Many memories because I was abused, but one in particular sticks out in my mind. I was in 7th grade, which put me at about 12 years old. I'd just started to hit puberty, so naturally, my face started breaking out. One day my mother told me she was sick of looking at my face and having to see all these pimples and blackheads. She said I could take care of the pimples because she didn't wanna touch them, but she was tired of looking at the blackheads. She had me lie down on the couch with my head in her lap and she said she was gonna get rid of the blackheads. I was there for over an hour. She would pinch my face so hard I had tears streaming down my face and I was writhing in pain. When I started crying out or even kicking my feet as a reaction to the pain, she would slap my thigh or arm as hard as she could. Over an hour of just that. Eventually my dad came home, asked my mom what she was doing, then watched and waited for his chance to join in. He began screaming at me for "fighting" with her when she was "trying to help" and began threatening to give her a pair of rusty pliers from the basement to pick at my face with instead of her hands. When I kept obviously having a normal and natural response to physical pain, he actually went and grabbed them. I had to scream, cry, push away their hands, and plead with them to not use them. It took years before I realized why anything more than the pliers part was fucked up or why my teacher was mortified when I told her about it in school the next day. It took a few more years before I figured out that my blackheads shouldn't be all that visible to people from a distance if at all as well as the fact she claimed to not be able to get a single one off my face is proof she wasn't even trying to get them off and was just pinching my face for entertainment.
That is so fucked up man I feel for you
I recently started getting blackheads and I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that I'm paranoid that someone might try to do that to me
@@fetusmuncher3000 Unless you are in some sort of abusive relationship, the odds of that happening to you are zero. Even if one of your parents offers to help remove some blackheads on some off-chance, it's not supposed to hurt. If it starts to hurt, they'll apologize and stop. Also, if you give in to the urge to remove your blackheads, make sure you only remove ones that are dark brown in color! The lighter brown ones closer to your skin tone aren't blackheads, but just pores visibly filled with natural oils in your skin, as they're supposed to be. If you pick at these too often, your body is just going to produce more oils for those pores, which will encourage the pore to grow in size, increasing the likelihood of dirt getting into them. I can tell you from experience that it's hard to stop doing that once you've started, especially since I had already made my pores grow in size. Also! Make sure you wash your hands beforehand so you don't push any extra dirt and oils from your fingers into your pores! . After my mom made me so self-conscious about my blackheads and pimples, it became a borderline addiction. I popped pimples and removed blackheads more regularly than I brushed my teeth or hair each day. It's really damaging to your skin and takes years for the pores to gradually shrink. At least, assuming you don't use some of that skin care stuff that helps shrink pores. I used to be terrible at making a habit of using stuff like that, so I've never tried it lol.
@@LilChuunosuke I'm not in a physical abusive relationship but mentally yes I'm sorry to hear about what your mom did btw and thank you for the advice stay safe
hey I'm sorry to hear that such things have happened to you. Hope you don't mind me asking but did they get in trouble for what they've done? Either way, I hope you're in a better situation
When I was younger I was having trouble learning my times tables and just school in general was hard for me. My mom would make flash cards to help me. She'd ask me a question like "2x7 is?" and if I answered it wrong she'd grab a water bottle and spray me straight in the face. This escalated to her spraying me anytime I did something wrong. She'd treat me like I was a misbehaving cat. I told some classmates about it and my mom found out she screamed at me about how they could take her away if I told anyone. I was scared they would take her away so I never spoke about it until I was older. I recently found out my older sister came over to visit and my mom tried to spray here and me. My sister yelled at her and threatened to tell someone if she was sprayed or I was sprayed ever again. Which explains why my mother just randomly stopped.
shit I thought that was going to go in a different direction, like every time you got an answer correct she'd give you a chocolate or let you play with a fidget spinner. i can't imagine getting sprayed, nonetheless spraying someone else
@@jolee9782 oof I wish I got something nice if I got the answer right. I got nothing if I got it right and pain if I got it wrong😅
You sure you weren't a misbehaving cat?
You must be white?
I didn't realize it was messed up to see your dad hit you mom or have an alcoholic mom. Until I had to get taken away from my family and bullied at school.
When my crackhead cousins took all the money from our old family restaurant and spent it on drugs instead of bringing it to the bank
[ライム]Raimu lmao 💀
[ライム]Raimu dude that’s not funny my family lost our restaurant and couldn’t afford the house my grandma had anymore and we lost everything
@@mayuko7042 🤣🤣
@@Pharaoh.czmk. dang that sucks I feel bad
@@Pharaoh.czmk. it kinda is lol it doesn't help to get depressed at things it's better to make jokes
"why didn't you report" welp after being charged for raping minors that family propped up that Uncle. People are probably still asking those survivors what they did to attract attention or what were they wearing. So many people I have counseled said the same thing. No one would believe me, I'm just a kid, he's my family member, he's my teacher, my coach, she's my babysitter, she's my neighbour, she's my best friends mom. Those abusers go on to abuse others because even with 20 victims, accused have more rights than victims ever will. Reputation over survivors. Always.
Very true. There were many times I wanted to call the police on my sister but I didn't because she was "family"
awh
@@arielm1374 you have every right to call the police on her how is everything currently
@@maleman4079 hey, things are better. I no longer live in that situation. I've been to hospitals/treatment centers/therapy to help me cope with all the abuse I experienced. I'm still not 100% but hopefully I'll get through this!
@@arielm1374 oh good!
In the early seventies when I was in the first grade, a sixth grade girl that rode the bus with me started telling me that I had a secret admirer who stood by my bedroom window and watched me undress at night...that he told her he preferred seeing me naked than with clothes on. Even at my young age I knew this was impossible because I lived in a two story house and my bedroom was on the second floor. I told the girl this, but she insisted that my admirer was standing at my bedroom window, looking at my naked body every night. Another girl I knew was the daughter of a friend of my mother's...she was a bit of a brat and I didn't care for her that much but my mother insisted that we play together and be friends. One time this girl told me that when we grew up and got married we would have to go to bed with each other's husbands and that when we did this we'd have to spread our legs real far apart so they could put their "things" in us...she even demonstrated the position we would have to be in. I look back now and realize how effed up it was that young girls like them understood the idea of "voyeurism" and "wife swapping". Hope those girls turned out okay. ☹
This isn't nearly as bad as other stories, but yeah When I was like 7-10 years old I was severely depressed and anxious, so I wasn't doing my work at school n stuff, well one time at the end of class my teacher yelled at me for not doing my work, and when I was leaving I heard her say 'if she keeps that up she's going to end up at McDonalds' to another teacher
I mean...free French fries? 😋
Feel you man though there is no mc Donalds in my country I had a lot of trauma growing up i sucked at studying nobody liked me I had no friends constantly getting beaten and seeing my parents fight I couldn't keep up with anything so I started drawing everywhere on my desk on my books and notebooks and all the time teachers fighting me because I would draw instead of studying 🙃 my dad told me I will wear a black sack and started begging for money... I'm studying graphic and get gigs and make money 😄😄
This actually happened not too long ago, I was 12 and in my first relationship, it lasted several months and he would sexually assault me even after I said no and stop, he left me for some girl that willingly gave her body to him and let him have sex with her without trying to get away. It’s been three years and only last year I realized that that wasn’t normal, to this day (I’m 15) I still have horrible nightmares, flashbacks, panic attacks. I got diagnosed with severe ptsd and I’m dating someone for the first time since the “repeated incident” and I’m always so scared around him and but he’s very understanding and actually respects consent, I feel lucky to have him
hope you're doing well :)
Hope your okay. :)
Hope you're in a nice condition now :)
Hope you’re better now :)
Hope you are recovering!❤️❤️
The last story, the OP with the severe ear infection. What their dad did was neglect/abuse!
He was probably angry that they didnt have insurance or enough money to buy it themselves and maybe he knew without it they'd have to pay for treatment with money they didnt have. His silence might have been guilt and his anger, at himself.
My parents were the same when I was younger. Whenever I complained about my stomach hurting or that I felt extremely tired and such they would tell me I was faking it or I was just lazy. It took months of me complaining about being in pain until they decided to take me to the doctor to prove me wrong and shut me up. Jokes on them, the doctors found I had anemia (had to be treated for it for a whole year) and took them over 3 years to discover what was wrong with my stomach - those 3 years were filled with changing diets every 6 months to check if it wasn't food allergies. I ended up having gastritis
@@anacpereira5 that's terrible, i hope you are in a better place now!? X
When I was in like 1st or 2nd grade, I had a substitute teacher that day. I had gotten up to look out the window, at a plane or something, and the woman drags me back to my seat. Literally dragged me. I wish I remembered her name, because I would get her fired and her license revoked, because that is DEFINITELY not allowed where I live. I also had a few teachers that would hold us after the bell. Didn't think it was strange, just annoying. Well, in 7th grade I made the discovery that apparently, holding students after the bell goes against the Geneva Convention. So my teachers have commited war crimes.
welp..
Hahaha calm down mate
"If they don't show up after 5 minutes we're legally allowed to leave"
Grow up
You sound 12
Hm. I didn't realize it wasn't normal to be scared of my dad. Now, my dad sucks but at least he isn't as bad as some others so.. anyways, I remember my dad got mad at me, my sister and my mom a lot. There's was one situation where he got really mad at us (can't remember why) and my mom rushed me and my sister into my room. She told us to stay there untill she came back. Me and my sister could hear my mom and dad yelling at eachother (my sister, at the time, was i think around 12 or 13 and I was 5 or 6). My mom than rushed in and sat with us in the corner, we were sitting on my bed, of the room. My dad came in and started yelling at us and I remember this. I was absolutely fucking terrified. I actually was in fear for my life. In the end, he punched a hole in the wall and walked away. Me and my sister just sat there and held each other while my mom got up and left to talk to him. TL;DR: If this happens, cut that person out of your life. My dad hurt me so much that I am terrified to talk and tell him how I feel about him. And, yes, my mom and dad are divorced.
Scared* sorry not to be that person but you put sacred instead i apologize
@@maaceyy6832 nah its fine. I'll fix it.
bruh wtffffff
When I was about 8 ome of my friends showed me, lots, of porn. I had no idea what it was at the time and I just thought it looked fun. She told me that her sister and grandpa showed her; at the time it didnt concern me but now I'm kinda suspicious about whether or not she was abused by her sister...
This is mostly speculation on my part, but I think her sister was abused by her grandfather. The grandfather likely showed the sister porn to introduce her to the idea of sex before she understood the implications of it and then the sister showed the girl you met because the sister assumed it was normal. Children who are abused often act inappropriately towards other children (and adults for that matter) because they assume that inappropriate sexual advances are normal.
@@mikesmith6469 Unfortunately. I discovered porn at an early age due to my curiosity. I regret it and I want to know what I can do to reverse the damage.
Probably and by her granpa too, is still very inappropriate to show that to kids even if there's no direct abuse
@@thedesensitizedsympathizer5307 i did too, at like 9, but I dont care that much
Same too when I was 8, i never thought much about it either. I always watched it and when my mom found it she was really mad, and she made me HAVE to explain what it was. My parents are kinda outdated and since I really didn't know why it was bad and why I had to explain what it was. My mom made me explain everything I did was wrong even if I didnt know what it was, stressful life and still happens now
This isn’t exactly as bad as some on the video, but here we go anyway. I was in first grade when this story took place. There was this kid in our class, and she was the classic troublemaker. She would always get in trouble and would always have an apple that wasn’t red because that was how our behavior chart was. Well, she liked to play in her desk to the point where the teacher turned it around. The teacher tried to help her out by giving her stuff; the kids like to play with your hair, so the teacher would give her hair clips and will give her other things when it seem like the kid didn’t get to take a shower at home. I remember hearing the teachers talking about it. The teacher tried to help her out by giving her stuff; the kid liked to play with her hair, so the teacher would give her hair clips and would give her other things when it seemed like the kid didn’t get to take a shower at home. I remember hearing the teachers talking about it. I remember her telling me one day that her dad told her that he would kill her, and when he did kill her, that he would put her heart in one of those chocolate hard boxes from Valentine’s Day. I was completely shocked by the whole thing and remember coming home crying, telling my mom about it. We had family friends coming over, so I guess she just forgot about it. Well, I eventually did, too, until a little bit ago. We started talking about the bad kids that were in my classes when I was younger, and it all came back to me. I had the kid on Snapchat, so I asked her if she was OK. We talked for a little bit, and she seemed fine. I really hope that she’s OK and that things are better for her.
This is made up and a terrible one too.
To all of the people who are saying that my comment was made up, it wasn’t. It was a memory that I had. I wasn’t really close to the kid and still am not because she moved schools. I’m not really going to ask her about stuff like that because it is really none of my business.
I was like 9-10 years old, I am indigenous, we aren’t treated nicely sometimes. I heard this old man behind me, he said “oh look! There’s a (name of my tribe)” I was the only one around who was wearing native clothing. I quickly realized that and turned around. I saw the old man taking pictures of me. Very clearly taking pictures of me. It took a few years to realize that it was racist as hell. Also scared me at the fact that lots of us indigenous women and children go missing on a regular basis never to be seen again. So it could’ve been multiple things. The only thing I stick to is that it was racist. That’s All i can allow myself to think of when it comes to this
Here’s my story. My entire life I was lactose intolerant, but none of us knew. My parents and I didn’t know so it wasn’t their fault. I was young at the time and I usually ate a lot of things with milk or cheese, including my favorite cookies I’ve had since daycare, causing me to be extremely underweight. What’s worse is that I am a really short person, so I’d look younger than I was, and by that I mean that when I’d play with a kid at a park, he’d think I was six years old when I was actually twelve. I always thought being that skinny was a good thing, that I could hide in places nobody else could, but I was so skinny that you could see every one of my ribs and my collarbones, and the back of my spine. I was so skinny and dangerously underweight that people who were about ten could pick me up like I was a feather. I don’t even know how I am still alive. It took my many years to realize being that skinny and underweight was very dangerous, and I don’t know why I thought it was normal.
Bro as a 12yo i look like I'm 16☠️
@@zaytaz9331 im 12 and look like a 8 year r old
@@soomitsunami5936 bro lucky I live in a Muslim country so i have to wear abaya and everything even tho I'm not that old😭
@@zaytaz9331 YOUR FROM YEMEN TOOO YOOOOOOOOO
@@soomitsunami5936 I'm not from Yemen sorry🧍♀️ (i dont wanna say where i live tho-) but i dont mind wearing abaya actually. It feels nice sometimes:)
When i was around 4 i found some Bart Simpson stickers. I stuck them all over my fish tank, they weren't very sticky so i licked them to get them to stick, i found out years later they were actually LSD. Just one of many messed up happenings, Lol.
Ah
Oof i-
Rip
Whats LSD?
@@meow.610 some type of drug idk
When I was in second grade I used to be a bully and I used to bully this little girl😩. I even ripped her book but tried to make her think it was ripped a long time ago. Looking back at it now I am such a messed up person. I'm getting bullied currently and I kind of deserve it..
People change, you don’t have to be the person you used to be, and maybe others can’t see you’ve changed but that can be okay sometimes. If anything I think a situation that relates kinda to that ( the girl even gets her book ripped up too ) is on Netflix. It’s 2 hours maybe but very worth it, it’s an anime yes but it’s still a powerful movie, called “ A silent voice “ maybe it can teach you something, and help you feel better about life.
If you haven’t already you should try to apologize if you can. Closure for the both of you.
Saaaame I was such a spoilt brat who has those kinds of dramatic friend group wars, always talking crap about other friend groups for drama.... The influence most likely came from dramas, the intent to imitate an entertaining life like in the shows I want to bonk my past self for being so ignorant and bratty
@@dorisestes4144 you’re right!! a silent voice could certainly be very effective for anyone on any side of bullying. people who bully others aren’t inherently bad- there is no excuse for their actions, but they do have opportunities to change.
Just because you were a bully in the past, you really shouldn't let yourself get bullied. What matters it that you changed now.
Its not really that messed up but ill still tell the story: when i was idk 3 years old i had a creepy ass clown on a swing doll hanging on the wall. I was TERRIFIED of it and never told anybody. One day i dont remember what i did but my mom was pretty mad. She has never had a child and she was pretty young (24) so she didnt know what to do with me. So she locked me in my room turned off the light and left. I remember i wasnt tall enough to turn on the light so towered pillows to try and react the light swich. It didnt work. So i started crying until about 5 minutes my grandma came and opened the room. When i have a nightmare it almost always includes the clown doll. I asked my mom about it and she really regrets it
Sounds rough
Well, If she regrets it, I think it's fine. She didn't did things like that again, right?
damn
@@PastelHime sorry for not answering the question i didnt see your comment! But no she never did anything like that again
@@tijanadragutinovic4640 Phew, what a relief, I'm glad that your family is Okay And what about the clown dreams? Are you using some coping mechanisms to get rid of them or something?
I still remember this vividly lol, when i was in 3rd grade the 3 3rd grade teachers got our classes all into my classroom and sat us at the carpet, then the teachers got us all to say all the swear words we could think of and they would write it down on the chart paper, the girls of the class were literally crying they would volunteer then whisper the f word into the teachers ear crying lol even though it was voluntary, I remember all the guys loved that cuz we got to swear without getting in trouble. After we went out to the schoolyard to burry the bad words because they were bad. I remember telling my mom after school but she didn’t believe me lol and i never understood why till now
LMAOOO that would me as a teacher-...i don't feel proud saying this tho
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BlueCrazyDragon 361 Wherever there’s a whip, there’s a way.... 🎶🎶🎶🎶😌💅
@@smellyrat6009 Colon open bracket
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7:17 It was the same with my Father. I was basically his raggedy Andy doll. He would drink, and he and his buddies would mess with me and laugh about it. I have a memory when I was 6 of walking into the living room and seeing them drinking a brownish clear liquid out of glasses. I asked my dad what is was. He smiles at me, tells me its apple juice, hands me the glass and tells me to try some. I take a sip. It was 100 proof whiskey these guys were drinking straight in tall glasses. I immediately throw up on the carpet, which causes a roar of laughter. Then he takes the glass from me and shoves me over, which elicits another roar of laughter from him and his friends. 15 years later and as you can probably guess, I have no relationship with that human trash.
Damn, that's crazy
I don't have any memory of any of this as I was too young to remember but I'm pretty sure my 2 years older brother does and my mom has told me some details of why we grew up with her and my grandparents. I don't know every detail or bad thing that happened but this is the best I've got. 1st: my dad would beat our dog 2nd: would force-feed my older brother 3rd: didn't want any daughters (me and my older half-sister) 4th: would go over to our neighbors (we lived in a conjoined house I believe) to smoke while my brother was asleep 5th: tried to push my mom down some stairs I'm guessing that there are probably even worse details my mother hasn't told me but after that last one my mom took me and my brother and left (my half-sister lived with her mom). I know that if my mom hadn't ended things there my brother and I would've suffered way more and so I'm grateful for my mother.
When I was a kid I thought the things my parents did & said & thought were normal but I was wrong. They were addicts so I had to deal with the people & lifestyle that comes with that. Looking back I see I was neglected & abused. It wasn't the malnutrition or abuse or any of the 'big stuff' that did the most damage tho. They got it into my head that making friends was for weak people. Even in my 20's I found it hard to make eye contact with anyone or engage in the most basic chit chat (previously forbidden lest s'one try start a conversation) I was a very lonely person until I realised it was normal to talk to strangers as an adult. Life is great now tho😊
“My uncle-“ I already know this’ll be bad
I didn't realize getting trapped in closets was abuse, my sister did it a ton from what I remember...
when i was i kid my mum would always have me tag along when she went out drinking at pubs. usually we’d be at pubs 12pm - 11pm depending on the day we went. i was six, i was only allowed to stay because i was such a “quiet and well behaved kid” as i would sit in the corner and play on my ds. it’s only now that i realise the amount of neglect i suffered as a kid and how it’s still affecting me to this day. it’s scary to think about honestly.
I think about this all the time: my friend would start whimpering anytime I put my arm around her,or any other physical contact. It should be noted that she did sleep with her father in their bed, she wasn’t so young. Wether if it was for the lack of space or any other reason is unknown to me, as I was young too. But it’s on my mind. (Her other siblings didn’t sleep in their dad’s bed, it might even seem like he gave her special treatment or something) She wouldn’t remove my hand but would whimper and cry silently.
When i was around 5 or younger and my dad still lived together with my mom (they broke up when i was about 7) he would let me sleep with him naked when my mom went to work. For example if my mom had a night shift (from 00:00 to 07:00) he'd come into my room, lift me up and bring me to his and my moms bedròom. Even if i was wearing clothes he'd told me to put it off because "the room was hot." Thinking back at this makes me realize how fucked up it really is. Edit: sorry for the grammar my first language isn't english
Your grammer is actually pretty good, in my opinion.
Jesus..
Jesus make him go to jail.
Same thing happened to me was pretty odd
Why my sister learned to hate my grandma. She’d paid off a woman my uncle had raped to have her be quiet. So disrespectful especially if that woman had a baby because my Grandma was a result of rape.
mine is that i actually thought of strippers before i even know what stripper is....even though in my mind they were just girls dancing that wanted to go in the beach but got lost
I wish my mind was that innocent:(
I was walking home from hanging out with friends in my city’s Center City at about 12/13. The place we hung out was about five blocks away from my bus stop, so after walking my friend to hers, I walked to mine. This man followed me for all five blocks, and I figured it was because he was also going on the same bus as of the other one. At the bus stop, there were two buses that stopped there. When I reached the stop with the man following behind, I sat down on the stairs of the building that was in front of the bus stop. The man sat on the same step as me, and me, being a shy, introverted kid, I was too scared to move so I just pushed my body as close as I could to the end of the stair. The first bus came, and the man stayed which upset me because I wanted him gone. I remember whenever I moved away, his leg would always go back to touching mine again. I should’ve gotten up, but for some reason, my body was frozen still. About ten minutes later, my bus came. I got up when I saw it down the street, and so did the man. He stood next to me as it pulled into the stop and watched as I got on first. After paying the fare, I sat down and looked out the window only to see the man who followed me for five blocks and sat at the stop with me for like thirty minutes sitting back on the stairs staring at me. I still don’t know what to make of this memory, but as I think about how crowded it was outside that day, I am very grateful it was. All I know is that it still creeps me out.
When my grandparents was still living with us, I was like around 5-6 years old when I noticed my grandpa had a weird tattoo. It was symbol of some sort and I thought it was cool so I drew it everywhere... Now looking back at it, it was the swastika emblem on my grandpa's forearm. : |
HOLY CRAP
Wait, what is that Simbol?
@@useless_mich6453 I don’t know it too
@@useless_mich6453 hitler's symbol
@@mollyfowles7863 Oh shit
4 years old, watching my idol, John Wayne, with my Grandma. I didn't know that there was such thing as bad words yet, and decided to say what he just said! I don't remember the sentence, but I remember that it included damn. Almost as soon as it left my mouth, *smack*, my Grandma slapped me, and, when I looked at her, teary-eyed, she pointed at me and scolded, "Don't you ever say that word again" and for years, I didn't think much of it, but in my late teens, I realized: I think she traumatized me against swearing, as until I was 20, I struggled saying anything that could be considered a swear, even when using it in proper context, like talking about hell, or eternal damnation.
She didn’t traumatize you, she just slapped you.
@@kataris3563 as someone who has studied psychology a simple slap can be more then enough to traumatize a Young child
@@kataris3563 I was 4. My memories from 6 and under include: sitting on the floor in preschool, playing, this, and standing outside my kindergarten campus after being expelled. And 2 of those are so faint as to be snapshots. Pretty sure it made an impact. Especially since for most of my life, swearing felt almost as wrong as water running down my face, which is a sensory issue for me. But now it hardly bothers me. Unless I'm in front of her. Then I'm terrified of accidentally saying a swear word. PRETTY sure that adds up to trauma.
@@JanMaynz I’m sorry for my ignorance.
When my teacher would never let me leave class unless I hugged him, never told anybody to this day.
Kinda sus, but maybe he was just very nice to all the kids? Was it just you or all of them? I need more context here
@@diegamergg8599 he did it to a few of the girls, but no guys, he was very friendly but idk why he would make me stay in class until he gave me a hug, like sis really stood at the door until i did. I was very stubborn so i stayed there for a while before i gave in
@@notsimpingforhisoka2145 Ok, that's sus, I can't find a rational explanation to this now. Maybe the guys over at r/RBI could find wtf he was up to?
@@diegamergg8599 Hopefully im just glad that in a year i wont have to go back to that school since i will be in highschool😎
@@notsimpingforhisoka2145 Wait, so you're still taking classes from this creep?
For me, it's literally anytime my mom and I "played" until I was about 7 or 8. I didn't realize it at the time, but she was physically abusing me and covered it up by saying we were "just rough-housing" or "we're just play-fighting" and I was being a crybaby for telling her it hurt. I would actually get really bad bruises from it almost everyday. It wasn't until I was about 10 or 11 that I realized that it was abuse and not a normal thing for parents to do with their kids, and by then she didn't do it anymore so I didn't have any evidence that she was abusing me, and because of that, I can't try to turn her in. She is still emotionally abusive to this day and we have had several "conversations" that affect me still. I think the only reason I've gotten through all of this is because my dad has been supporting and helpful ever since I can remember.
I put my sister in a refrigerator and I told my mom “She’s ice cream.” LIKE WTH WHY DID I SAY THAT Edit: I was 2 or 3
Dude that is fucked up (j Its gonna make a great story to tell at parties tho lmao
👁️👄👁️ how do you fit a person in a fridge?
@@ued1116 there is some fridge that is big enough to fit in one person.
@@ued1116 depends if tbe person is a kid.
I feel bad for laughing
I thought it was weird at 4 and 5 years old when at my aunt's house, she'd have the boys swim naked while the girls wore one piece swimsuits. It really made me wonder as I got older.
PUT YOUR AUNT IN JAIL
I never realised until I was older that I was born after our house was built. My earliest memory as a child was sitting on the wall watching my dad help some construction workers cement the basement. I never told anyone till I was around twelve, I had some other odd memories from before I was born that were also really weird and violent even. For the longest time I didn't know whether I killed someone or not
One thing I didn't realize was fucked up was how my mom had threatened to leave me in the middle of nowhere because I had started crying cuz she'd yelled at me for no reason. Keep in mind I was 9 years old at the time. I still wonder whether she would have actually left me today...
my mom used to do the same: one day, on holiday in Utah, my brother and i (9/10 yo) were complaining cuz we were hungry and my mom sai that but that time my brother said "then drop us here" and she dead ass left us in front of a gas station in the middle of nothing. We waited there and she came back after about 30 minutes but it could have ended up much worse (the middle-aged men at the gas station were creepy asf)
@@giuliadallariva9861 lol
I would have told my mom to go ahead and leave me. If she left me, i would have w a l k e d home.
@@shinydrifloon1501 I was 9 years old, and in the middle of nowhere. There was also the faint smell of weed in the air and I didn't feel comfortable at this place.
@@bobaginny oh, welp. I guess 9 year old me's mind was flipped up.
Another one: My dad at one point, lived in a small suburb in Illionois, and one time he took my sister and I on a trip to Chicago proper (I was probably 10-11) Walking down the streets back to the car and this weird dirty/worn down looking lady yells at me -specifically- to come to her for...something? I don't know.. I looked and tried to walk over and I just remember my dad practically breaking my arm he was gripping me so tight and I was crying from the pain, and he wouldn't tell me what was happening. I didn't realize until years later that she obviously didn't have good plans for me. :P
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
That's why the car wears 👌 hand signs when he's *W A L K I N*
something similar happenned on a school trip to germany (I'm from uk) there was literally only one teacher who could speak german all the rest just wanted to go for the cheap wine and beer, we was stood near the shop in the lindt chocolate factory when this posh looking couple walked past most of us but then actually grabbed 2 children's arms, I was in the middle of the group, didn't know anything was happening until the teacher who spoke fluent german shouted to some members of staff, I'd been learning a bit of german so I sort of knew what she was saying but wasn't 100%, basically she was screaming for them to ring the police, they did as the teacher and other staff tried to keep them there but they escaped, if it wasn't for that teacher who understood every word they said, we could have been coming home early with 2 less children, the couple was basically saying these 2 will do fine grab them before anyone notices, thinking none of us spoke or even understood german as we was all speaking english at the point, don't know if they was caught however the factory kept in touch with the teacher and last I heard they still wasn't caught however they was full view on the camera so hoping they got stopped and arrested and no one came to harm because of these 2, glad nothing bad happened to you, glad your dad was quick thinking of getting you away from that woman, on the other hand I wandered around disney land in france when I was about 12 because my friends ditched me, looking back I'm pretty surprised nobody kidnapped me, I was and still am quite smart however I can be stupid when it comes to common sense like in this case
I had a crush on my cousin. I thought you can have a crush on anyone even your family members are normal. Now ive grew up and realize, im weird..
Lol if you think that's weird then clearly you don't know what Howard Wolowitz did with his cousin🤣🤣
@@lukamodric7 i dont know him but i searched up and, oh boy
Sweet home alabama
You aren't the only one. I used to, and realised how bad it was later on.
if your cousin is your 3rd or 4th cousin or farther, according to Filipino tradition (at least in my community), you can marry them. But if it's 1st or 2nd cousin, then you have loose screws.
Mine is something I call "The orphanage trick" Which started after I moved to USA and my dad got his car here Basically, it's where if I/my little sister(later in the years) don't do something we're told (clean up room or something like that), then mom will tell us to get my/our bags packed up and then dad will come home and fake drive us to the "orphanage"/sometimes food places, sometimes stores. I learned from my now partners that it isn't normal
One time in the 2nd grade I saw my friend doing something "cool". She was collecting eraser shavings and keeping them in really small bags. Later, she would then roll them up in paper. (😬) I started doing it too because I thought it was fun or something. I'd like to note that she also said a lot of mature things, which I didn't realize at the time. She would say things like "I swear to god" or "god please kill me". I kinda thought she was just being edgy at the time. But now that I'm older it's got me really worried. I hope she's okay. But jeez, I can't believe I learned how to roll weed in the 2nd grade.
That first one is horrendous. Especially the part involving the infant. I just hope he's caught and punished so, so severely.
So my grandma was with several different guys for my mom, aunt, and uncles. My mom, the oldest, was born with the first guy in 83. We called him Papa hohy (Hoe-ee). He was addicted to several hard drugs, smoked, and was an alcoholic. They grew up in Oklahoma, in the Choctaw Nation area. This is a very very poor area, and they grew up very poor. My only memory with him is sitting on his lap while my mom used the bathroom and her coming back, seeing me, and freaking out and snatching me off as she ran out. She kept asking me, I would have only been like 6, "did he hurt you" and "what did he do to you". I never thought much of it. Just a few years ago a put two and two together and turns out he had raped my mom on several occasions and drugged her. She had gotten pregnant at some point too, which I don't know what happened nor am I interested. It makes a lot of sense though because when he died, sometime like 2012, my mom absolutely refused to go and the rest of my family didn't either. There are so many things wrong in my family, so if you were abused in any way as a child and you plan on having kids please break the cycle. If you don't think you'll be able to break that cycle please don't have kids.
I broke the cycle by refusing to have kids. I feel lonely now without grandchildren but I don't regret for a second breaking the cycle.
I’m so sorry, you all are very very brave
This didn't happen to me, but I remember that my mom told me this once. When my brother was in elementary school, (I wasn't born yet so I don't know details) one time he was crying after coming home from school. When my mom asked him why, he said that the girl he sat next to told him that her father threw an empty glass bottle at her mom and he didn't know what to do.
when i was 13, i got into my grams candy drawer and found a bunch of packaged gummies. i ate one and they tasted really good! since there was a big bag of them she wouldnt notice that some where missing. i brought a zipplock bag of them to school and shared them with my friends. we all started feeling weird and melow after we ate them. the teachers noticed and it turned out those where edibles. i got half of my class high. this was 2 years ago lol
Lol
just imagine getting your class high-
@@l0cal_dishwasher_near_u905 we were all so fucking stoned
@@munchkinpotatochip3209 ASDFGHGFDSKSDFGJFDSKFG
@@l0cal_dishwasher_near_u905 basically :/