Have you ever been wrongly accused of something?

Accused of lying about a medical condition to cover up my daughter’s bad behaviour.

My daughter has Tourette’s - she got a new English teacher in year 10 who flat out refused to believe me or her.

Teacher had put DD into after school detention for swearing and ‘messing around’ in class.

DD tried to explain - teacher refused to believe her. Her classmates tried to explain - she ignored them. I contacted the teacher - she accused me of lying to cover up for DD’s behaviour.

I complained, the detention was cancelled and teacher then had it in for DD so badly that DD had to be moved into a different class.

DD had been at that school for years by that point, everyone knew about her Tourette’s, she had a whole pupil passport with it in, reasonable adjustments and arrangements for exams (that said teacher ignored) and it was in all her school records if the teacher had bothered herself to check.

Multiple affairs by ex (who was of course cheating)

Stealing by an ex employer when I was an older teen: broke my heart to be thought of as a thief

Not sure if I've told this story on here before but I still remember being a little kid and sitting in the front seat whilst my Dad picked up a takeaway. He got back in the car and started the engine without putting his belt on so me, being safety conscious, said "Dad, you forgot to put your seatbelt on."

He. Hit. The. Roof. I still remember the anger and venom in his voice as he snapped 'don't you EVER say that to me again' whilst my brother laughed in the backseat. Obviously I was a kid so figured I must've done something wrong and I remember being so scared and confused that I didn't question it.

Years later my Dad told the story as a funny anecdote - he (and my brother) thought, for some reason, that I'd said 'Dad, put your f**king seatbelt on.' I told them both what I'd really said but I don't think either one believed me.

My step-dad always blamed me for things as well. I remember he had this sound system and he was obsessed with it, I really couldn't have cared less about it, but he was always accusing me of touching it. One night my Mom was throwing a birthday party and she asked me to skip the song so I took the remote and was helping her when he came over and snatched the remote out of my hands. He was so drunk he could barely do it himself but I left him to it. The next morning I overheard him say to my Mom 'funny how she knew how to use the remote, isn't it?' - yeah 'cos it was a standard remote with the same controls as any other?? It wasn't anything special?

I remember my step-sister bought a packet of mint chocolate chip digestives once and they went missing - he was gagging to blame me and my only saving grace was that I didn't like mint chocolate so there would've been no reason for me to take them. We never solved that mystery but at least everyone knows it wasn't bloody me!

Farting when it wasn't me

That's so sad. I hope you feel you want and are able to write again some day.

As a child and especially as a teen, I was accused of all sorts of dark-hearted thoughts that I simply didn't have. Not murder or anything but I was accused of wanting things, of manipulation, of hatred where there wasn't any.

That was at home and continues to this day. I'm not like that, and I can see my father is a damaged man, so it is what it is, but I don't have to put up with it. But back then I remember feeling such shame and incredulity and frustration. He might be damaged but he's also pretty vile. And he's missed out on a daughter who's pretty easygoing and loving because he can't see it.

Yes, it must take an insane level of confidence in being right to accuse a child of lying about a dead parent.

Jesus.

Even if you didn’t believe a child on this, who on earth would take the punt and try to call them out on it. The cost-benefit is just insane.

I outed my dad's affair to my mum when I was 6 years old. He obviously said I was lying. My mum believed me thank goodness, but still to this day I get very defensive and angry if someone doesn't believe what I say, or tells an obvious untruth about me.

I struggle particularly with my 5 year old, he has a tendency to not fully listen to me sometimes, so will then later say that I have said something that I didn't - and it winds me right up.

For example if I say, 'today I'm picking you up, but tomorrow it's daddy', he might only hear 'today', 'picking you up' and 'daddy'. So then when I go to pick him up, he will say things like 'YOU SAID DADDY WAS PICKING ME UP' and no amount of explaining that I didn't, will stop him, he digs his heels right in. So then I feel myself getting angry, and I have to calm myself down. He doesn't need to see me angry, just because my dad is a d$%k. But it's hard!

My science teacher accused me of lying about my dad being dead when I told him I couldn't do an after school detention because we were going to my the grave to put flowers on for the first anniversary of his death.....

I was accused of stealing my sisters twilight dvd set, no one believed me even though I’d never watched twilight nor showed any interest. Everyone was telling me how disappointed they were and if I gave it back then all would be forgiven. Still kept telling them it wasn’t me and in all honesty if they knew me, they’d know I didn’t like anything like that, my go to watch things were completely different from all of my families. Fast forward 6 years, my other sisters house had to be packed up and guess what showed up? Alongside a lot of our belongings which had disappeared from the family home! I didn’t get an apology and still to this day haven’t watched twilight and it makes me mad every single time I think of it 🤣

I`ve got loads and plenty on here.
One being i did not raise my child without any help or CM.
two i did not bugger of to thialand at a young age.
Three no way im 38 with a 22 year old son i defo missed out on life.
The list goes on.

I was accused by my cousin of fancying her partner, when I really don't. We get on ok, and I do like him in a brotherly kind of way. But she wouldn't have it, and got really narky about it. I thought it was because she'd had too much to drink, but we've spoken about it sober and she really does think I have a thing for him. It really pisses me off because I know she's told him, and I've got no way of proving that I don't.

I had something very very similar. I used to love writing short stories and fiction and we were given a creative writing exercise. My teacher asked me 'who really wrote this' and then got cross when I said i had. Also got marked down. I was mortified and in tears in the classroom which made things worse.

I've never written another short story in my life. I was 15 and I am now 51.

I have always been a big reader. When I was 13 I was in WH Smiths looking at books. I realised that I was being followed around the bookshelves (I lterally went nowhere near any other shelf) by a man, so decided to leave. He stopped me and accused me of stealing as a left, and I was taken into a small room and staff searched me and my bag. Obviously found nothing except the money that I would have used to buy a book if I hadn't been intimidated by being followed around a store by a strange man.

I have never set foot in WH Smiths again to this day, and I am 67 years old now.

And if I saw a child that actually was so desperate to read that they would steal a book, I'd be certain not to see a thing.

Just to add the only reason she knew I had makeup, chocolate etc was as she went through my drawers. We had a 6 bedroom house and a cleaner, go figure

Yes rich parents, no one would think they would do it. Violent Father, school minimised as they liked the fees. My mother minimised, ignored or even actively set on me. She accused me of petty things like stealing her makeup, I had actually bought my own with money from my PT job. Left aged 17 thank God I did.

Did you ever go back to mum? Did you go to a family member? How did you get on after leaving home at 16?

Howling!! 😂😂😂

My abusive ex-partner accused me of having affair because I went out for drinks after work now and again with colleagues. On one occasion I pointed out that the colleagues I'd had a drink with were both women, so he said I must be a lesbian. He was deadly serious, too.

When I was about 14 a teacher at school asked me if I was wearing mascara. I wasn't wearing any, so I said no. She didn't believe me, marched out of the room and returned ages later with some makeup remover and cotton wool she had got from the Drama department (I assume used for taking off makeup after school plays?) and told me to scrub my eyes with it. I shrugged, did as she asked and, of course, absolutely nothing happened because I wasn't wearing mascara. All of this probably wasted about one-third of the entire lesson.

This was forty years ago and I’m still bitter.

I went to the school play with my boyfriend because my sister was in it. The seats we were allocated were next to a bunch of older kids that I didn’t know. As the play progressed these older kids started heckling and throwing stuff around. So we got up and moved elsewhere.

The next day in PE, the teacher asked if anyone had been there last night. I raised my hand, so she asked me for my seat number. As soon as I gave her it, she told the entire class that I was responsible for the disturbances. I protested. The next 10 minutes went like this:

Her: were you sat next to Jane Smith
Me: I don’t know who Jane smith is
Her: were you sat next to Jane Smith
Me: I don’t know who Jane Smith is

and so on for the full 10 minutes. Now, I was very badly bullied at school. And this exchange, front of the whole class was eating into everyone’s favourite lesson, so the class started joining in demanding I own up. Eventually I cracked and said “I suppose I must have been but I don’t know her”

Well, that was it, she launched across the room at me, grabbed my arm (left a bruise) and dragged me to the door, while telling the class that I was disgusting for ruining my sisters play and that none of them should ever speak to me again. She dragged me to the heads office, and told him what I’d supposed to have done. I then had to sit outside his office for a good two hours waiting.

Finally got in to see him. By then I’d remembered one of the prefects was sat near me when I moved, and might remember me. She was called in, and confirmed my story.

And that was that. He told the teacher I was innocent, but there was no apology or retraction of what she’d said to the class. I spent the final 18 months of my school career being either ignored or taunted about “ruining my sisters play”

My parents did nothing about it of course, but that’s a whole other thread.

Recent thread.

Apparently I'm lying about my father's experience in the Royal Navy.

Don't have any reason to.

My father and I - autistic, with strong sense of right and wrong, following rules to the letter. If my father was being drawn towards wrongdoing by others he wouldn't sleep and he would work himself up so much worrying about it that he would be ill (possibly his way of stimming).

One of my children is diagnosed with autism (more than 20 years ago) - the other two are convinced they are. My oldest grandchild is diagnosed and the other five are waiting to be assessed.

We all have the exact same trait of being rigidly (too) open and honest.

But I'm an accused liar - so there you go.

So many who project their own behaviours onto others here.

If everyone is lying - what's the point?

Years ago, multiple neighbours of my ex boyfriend (who had broken my heart and dumped me by email) received a poison pen letter accusing him of some unsavoury behaviour - and he told all and sundry that it was me that had sent them. I hadn’t! I had been doing everything I could to convince him to give me another chance and I’m not so stupid to think that doing something so cruel and vindictive would have achieved that aim.

I found out after being accosted by one of the neighbours in the town where I lived and being told I was a disgraceful human being. A couple of years later, someone I worked with who lived further along the same street was able to help me piece things together but had never connected it with me, thankfully.

When I initially found out, I was so upset and went round to confront him but he wasn’t in. The next day one of my best friends was diagnosed with cancer and, in comparison, it wasn’t so important to tell him in person what a piece of shit he was to even think it of me, much less to tell people it was me without talking to me first. If I remember rightly, I sent an email telling him if he slandered me again, I’d get a solicitor involved. My broken heart became icy cold very quickly. I’ve never seen him again and wonder whether there have been occasions when he could have seen me and hidden before I tore a strip off him.

My geography teacher ripped up my answer paper for a test because she thought I'd cheated. I hadn't - another girl had copied my (incorrect!) answers. I don't know why the teacher thought I was the guilty one but she had taken a dislike to me from the start and I could never do anything right.

I entered a piece of needlework in a children's craft competition. Needlework was my thing (still is) and I sweated blood over it and made a good job. The judges decided no child could work that neatly and I was put into last place and my "cheating" was flagged up to my parents and the group leader.

My mother told me it was actually a backhanded compliment, which consoled me not one jot.