Have you ever been wrongly accused of something?

A couple of times I can think of...

Once at school I was accused of bullying someone. I had literally never spoken to her in my life and she hadn't complained about me either. A teacher had just got the wrong end of the stick. I'm still a bit cross about it tbh.

I took my toddler into Tescos once in her pushchair and she was eating a pack of rice cakes or something which she had been holding when we walked into the shop. The woman at the checkout kept saying "do you want to pay for those sweets? Do you want to pay for those sweets"? I was really annoyed as she kept saying it despite me saying no they were ours. She was eating them when we came in (and they weren't sweets anyway - who gives their toddler a big bag of sweets)? Anyway she kept laughing a tinkly laugh while I got more and more irritated and embarrassed. Horrible woman. I complained I think and got a voucher.

I'm really sorry to hear that. What did they do if you don't mind me asking? Did you consider changing uni?

I’m a teacher. I’ve been accused of hitting a child. Twice. I haven’t even taught for that long.

My whole three years at university were made absolutely miserable by two bullies. They decided I had done something and made my life absolutely horrendous, but never told me why until my final few weeks there. I never had the opportunity to deny my so called crime. The bullying was constant and relentless, but the chief bully was a student welfare officer so nobody believed me. I gather they still work in welfare. The other one is a primary school teacher.

Evil woman at work wanted my job. She spread terrible lies about me, some in a grievance that was an incredible work of fiction. She gained extraordinary influence to the extent that after I had to implement some difficult measures in the company, she somehow persuaded the committee I reported to that I had violated policy and implemented the changes without the necessary approval (from them). We had actually discussed and agreed the measures in the meeting and somehow they had been brainwashed into thinking it had not happened. Just extraordinary Kafkaesque stuff. As the whole situation had become surreal by then I had started recording meetings, and sent the transcript. But they still wouldn't believe me until they heard the actual recording!
I left shortly after, with a settlement. I was done with it all. It was a horrible experience.

Oh and a mad thread on here where I said I couldn’t manage a three course meal anymore and people accused me of something along the lines of thin boasting or skinny showing off or whatever it was.

Size 14 with a menopausal rubber ring you idiots! Still doesn’t mean I can manage a starter, main course and pudding in one sitting!

Likewise @NotEntirelyAccurate 😢

My abusive ex landlord accused me of a number of things, including not cleaning properly and destroying various appliances and bits of furniture. He lied extensively to the tribunal (I was living in a different country) and was awarded about £2500 which I had no choice but to pay. That event directly contributed to my decision to return to the UK. I’ve spent so much time uselessly going over how it could have happened in my head, and how awful some people can be.

So sorry to hear of someone else going through this 😔

Munchausens by proxy, and was told I never should have been allowed to have kids, ds's were removed and we had to fight for 4 months to get them back.

Munchausens by proxy, was absolutely horrendous. Luckily I was able to calm down, take a step back, gather a LOT of evidence and work through the allegations one at a time providing evidence to disprove each one and with the help of a very very good social worker to clear my name .

A teacher when I was around 13 made my life a misery. Constantly accused me of cheating in lessons, on tests and then accused me of stealing from someone’s desk (on a day where I had been off sick and couldn’t have done it!). She accused me of bullying the girl who was actually bullying me and wouldn’t listen to me at all.

I was a quiet, nerdy, academic girl who wouldn’t say boo to a goose. I never lied, or cheated and have never stolen anything in my life. I was also being bullied and had a horrible home life, and was desperate for an adult to really see me and how miserable I was. She made it so much worse and I hope to run into her one day…

An ex accused me of ringing his new girlfriend from a withheld number and warning her off of him. Nothing to do with me, I was well shot of him and couldn't care less who he dated. Didn't even know her phone number. Though obviously I wasn't the only person to think he was a wrong 'un.

So many awful experiences with teachers. This exact thing happened to my niece as well, for the memorial event of her father's death. It wasn't a detention, but she missed a couple of classes, with permission. The teacher whose class she missed gave her a bollocking for not caring about school.

Yes - accused by my ex-husband of having multiple affairs, including when heavily pregnant. After the birth I was accused of having affairs with three of my male cousins, ex-boyfriends (he burned the photos of them), my boss who was 30 years older than me, several colleagues, my best friend’s husband, her brother, her brother’s friends, and the local vicar who was 40 years older than me. My ex-husband now works for the probation service as a role model for young men.

I was once accused of some kind of train fare dodging, received a scary court summons. A good ‘friend’ who daily travelled on that route had given my full name and an old address where we used to house share. I called her to tell her what had happened and her first words were ‘It wasn’t me’
I never called her again and she never called me - an admission of guilt.

I was 10. Very shy child from a home with a lot going on with parents illness and stuff. I was staying with grandparents. A neighbour’s child came out to play and started throwing handfuls of stones at some cars.

A man came out and said who has been throwing stones at my car. Sarah, smug faced and spoiled, who I had just met probably ten minutes before pointed at me and said she did. He said “oh I knew you wouldn’t have done it Sarah” and knocked on my grandads door to tell on me.

Grandad, knowing I was shy and the sort of kid who never said boo to a goose, wasn’t having any of it. Sarah stood by grinning while I cried.

I see Sarah around now and then and she’s still a horrid thing.

I made a shaped sponge cake for the youth club fete - not sure how old I was, maybe a young teen. I had practiced and practiced, my family must have been so sick of sponge cake because the entry must have been no 6! I came second and the judge wrote on the postcard where you put your name and age that they thought I had had help. I was devastated! But I do make a good cake

I was arrested for stealing a car. Spent hours in a cell, had two detectives interview me for over an hour and had a duty solicitor at 7pm. Plus they called my work to arrange for me to come in. This was in 1990.

I'd picked my then girlfriend up from a country house college ball, plus her friend who was pissed, so I drove home the long way to help her get her act together (strict Catholic parents). I passed the airport and a car passed at speed. It's 3 in the morning so not unusual...Next a land rover with full beam, roof mounted lights raced up and stayed behind me so I shot away...they were security at the airport. The first car had picked up 2 lads who'd dumped a car outside the airport, in a layby and set fire to it.

Eventually after questioning me the police random my girlfriend to confirm the story. Her mum answered (who thankfully liked me) and confirmed every thing

The police apologised and said "there are a lot of Mark 2 escorts on the road and the security guard must have been confused."
"But mines a mark 3"
" what's the difference?
"One has a boot, one is a hatch back!"

To top things off I got arrested the following night as when I walked out of the local pub someone threw a bottle through the police station next door...they arrested about 30 of us male and female as no one would admit it or tell them who did it. I didn't know as I didn't see...got home at 4am

I was offered a job and they wanted to follow up with references from over 10 years ago in a different country whose GDP R rules mean that all records are destroyed after six years unless there’s a business need for them not to be. Which there wasn’t.
So I then got accused of lying on my CV and the job offer withdrawn, took it up with Accas who secured a weeks notice payment for me but I turned down other roles to take that position so I was livid.

Yes. After Sunday school, the teacher took our artwork down from the wall for us to take home. I took mine, and then a girl called Kelly said it was hers and the one left over was mine. The left over one was only coloured in red, yellow and blue. I was shocked that anyone would think I had done it as I always spent ages on my art work and used lots of colours. The Sunday school teacher took Kelly's side because she was her favourite. I saw my Dad walk through the door and thought everything would be ok, but he also chose to believe Kelly and not me and punished me when I got home. I never understood him not believing me, especially when the picture Kelly claimed was mine was so obviously not something I would have done. I was only 9 but it's stuck with me ever since. I felt betrayed.

I was accused of being complicit is theft from the tills in the supermarket where I worked on Saturday because I was upset when the actual thief was caught. I was upset because I was so shocked at someone who I thought was nice being so awful!

I eventually got an apology but i never felt safe at work afterwards. I was 16 and I'm sixty now. I still get anxious when I think about it.

I had to phone the police as my mum was acting aggressively. Anyway the police accused me of hurting my mum as she had a bruise on her arm. I didn't touch her. She was on medication that caused her to bruise easily. She did admit that it wasn't me.

I lost child benefit for 6 months because the child benefits office decided that I hadn't had DD living with me for the first year of her life.

What had actually happened was, I had contacted them after I received the first years statement to get them to correct a spelling mistake in her name. Somehow that ended up being a 'computer says no' situation that no-one could correct and I spent endless weeks fighting it.

Madness!

What was it about?