To ask the worst things your parents have said to you?

My mum gave me a complex about my image, I had an eating disorder at 11 and she would encourage me not to eat anything, I went into hospital weighing five stone. Recently I saw her for Christmas with my daughter, she took a picture of us and she edited my face so it was slimmer, it looked nothing like me. When I was a teen I snuck out and we argued and she gave me a nose bleed. Her and my step dad used to say not even your real dad wants you. When I was 18 me and my sister were thrown out of the family home and she tells everyone that we left. That's only the fraction of stuff but I have BPD and major depressive disorder, there is no way I would treat my daughter the way she's treated me.

"How can I love you when I don't even like you?" I was 14.

Utter bastard. I wish I could have made him some coffee. Might have laced it with tabasco sauce too. Or just poured it over him.

You're a tramp, you're a slut, do you think anyone will want to marry you when they find out you've been giving out handjobs since you were 13? (They found out I gave one handjob to a boy). Also when I attempted suicide following the way they treated me following said incident: "do you think that would've been nice for us over Christmas?"

I'm sorry this happened to you. The coffee story reminds me of this story, which I hope you'll like. My father taught me how to make various drinks so I could serve him better. He never told me how to make coffee, though, so when I was told to make some, I guessed (I was about 7) and tipped about two inches of ground coffee (not instant coffee granules, although that might not have made much difference) into the mug, topped it with hot water and milk, stirred a bit and gave it to him. The reaction was as glorious as you can imagine, might have stained our carpet too, and while I was still ordered to make tea and various mixers, I never had to make coffee again.

I like coffee.

Thank goodness you are no contact.I am so sorry you were failed in such an awful way. Let her tell people what she wants, you and the people important to you know the truth.
Sending love ❤️

It's your fault xxx is dead.

my dad was a horrible person. racist, sexist, homophobic, spiteful, manipulative, the whole lot.

I stopped having anything to do with him when I was 14, because of what a horrible person he was.

some of his gems. if when I went round there, in my jodhpurs, after looking after the horses, or if I wore jeans, he would accuse me of cross dressing.

I had this bag I kept my littlest pet shop horses and dogs in to take them round, and he said I should have make up in my bag and be trying to get a boyfriend, not playing with toys. I was 12.

if I pointed out he was being racist he said that "you might not be racist now, but when you're a grown up, you'll be at a job interview, and they'll give it to the black person instead of you, or they'll play the "race card", and then you'll learn why it's right to be racist"

I'm glad I cut him out of my life, and I'm glad he's dead now.

I'd love to know which of those comments the 7% think are acceptable

Ah, my Dad had some gems.

The classic: 'I have to love you, but I've never liked you.'

'I wish we didn't have to have you home from boarding school for the holidays, you're far too inconvienient and disrupt our routine'

'It doesn't matter if you did it, you still have to apologise to your stepmother becuase I care about her more than I care about you'. Over a coffee spilt on the carpet I was blamed for (at volume and visiously), despite not drinking coffee. Funny, the only person in the house who drank coffee was him...

I was constantly told how expensive I was, how spoilt I was, how difficult I was. In reality, I was a very shy, anxious child but my quietness was taken as being wilfully difficult.

I feel so sad reading these. I had nothing as bad as most here, but I did have comments about my weight and putting me on diets whilst in primary school. Got a fucked up relationship with food now in my 40s.
I haven’t stopped hugging my son since I started reading these posts. I’ll tell him even more every day about how much he’s loved and how amazing he is. Fuck. Some people should be sterilised

My mother once told me that I was evil. Mind you, it was a word she used fairly liberally anyway, but I never forgot it.

My father once told me that I looked like a Soho tart. I was maybe 14, had long naturally blonde hair (loose) and was wearing a mini skirt. So to him, at that stage of the 60s, maybe I did, but I never forgot that, either.

When I was a student, home for the holidays (late 60s/early 70s) my DM once borrowed a coat of mine to nip to the shops. In a pocket she found a Marxist Society leaflet that had been thrust at me outside the Student Union one lunchtime.

Well, talk about shock horror! They absolutely refused to believe that I had zero interest, that it was something I’d just had thrust at me and shoved in a pocket.
My DF actually said, ‘If you have turned communist, you will no longer be welcome in this house!’
I threw this back at them during a row years later, and they did have the grace to admit that they’d been wrong.
I did generally get on pretty well with them, believe it or not!

Oh, and when my mother was once in one of her famous sulks (usually after a row with DF) making the atmosphere at home horrible, I walked quite a way into town and spent my entire (very meagre) pocket money on some flowers for her. I was only about 12, and when I gave them to her, she just said, very grumpily, ‘I don’t want them.’
That was perhaps the most hurtful, and with dds of my own, I’ve often wondered how on earth she could have said such a thing.

Thanks, OP - DPs are long gone now but it’s been cathartic to write this!

Reading some of these it sounds like my own mum! There has been many of the years, from i never wanted you, but abortions werent legal, this was a lie because they were! That I made her fat as she couldn't lose weight after having me. Came to see me in hospital after having my first son said dont bother asking me to baby sit, am too busy, yet would drop of a hat babysat my siblings children. There are many, many more! The one that broke me and made me cry and one that still sticks in my mind was; no body likes you, you're not a nice person, you just have to face facts, no body wants to be around you. I only let you in my house becausei have too. I went home sobbed my heart out to my husband, who said enough, we are going LC for a while, which I did and it was the best thing at the time, we made up before she died and I did see her on a regular basis but any nasty comments I left and told her am not here for you to abuse. When she died I never cried and to this day I haven't, but in a strange way she made me a better mother as I have never said anything nasty to my own children and have a good relationship with them.

So many horrid comments but the one that has stuck with me (hurt) the most; ‘you ruined my life I should have aborted you’.
My mother said that to me when I was 14. I’d found out about her affair with a work colleague.

From my dad, when I was 11, "You're a great disappointment".

From him when I'd just had my baby, after a miscarriage, "It's a pity you had her. You're lumbered."

"You used to be such a lovely little girl"said when I was a teen always stuck with me.

Maybe if you had done more housework he wouldn't have had to hit you.

This is just the tip of the iceberg but things that particularly stick in my mind are:

When I was 11, my dad sat next to me down and told me quite calmly I was a horrible nasty person and nobody liked me and he was embarrassed to have a daughter like me.

i was very violently raped by an acquaintance in my 20s and my mother told me he didn’t even do anything that bad.

There seems to be a running theme with toxic and abusive parents, they destroy your mental health for years then tell everyone how hard done by they are to have an unstable mentally ill child who won’t talk to them or let them see their grandchildren.

And fucking idiots fall for this shit.

My mum called me fat all the time as a child. When I lost weight as a teen she got the GP to threaten to lock me up, threatening to have me sectioned/sent to boarding school/put into care was a common threat in my childhood.

My dad would threaten to take away son when I was a young single parent. He said I was young with a history of mental health issues, all fine now, and he was him, they'd believe anything they told them and I'd never see my son again. He also threatened to kick me in the stomach when I was pregnant as I'd refused to have an abortion.

My parents offered me zero time, love or affection at home so I always wanted to spend as much time out of the house as possible even at primary school age.

My mother always made spiteful comments about how I cared more about my friends than her, and I’d often cling to friends who didn’t treat me very well because I didn’t know what a healthy relationship was and was desperate to hold onto that lifeline to get me out of the house. Hope my DC never feel this way.

When I was about 6 she chased me around my bedroom screaming that I didn’t love her. Then pretended to have some kind of collapse to get a reaction and was miraculously ok when I panicked. Sad I learned from that day at such a young age how manipulative she was and I never fell for it again. She has serious issues from neglect in her own childhood but still no excuse!!

My (horrible drunk apology for a) father, saying I wasn't worth £1 a week maintenance when my mum eventually left him.