AIBU to ask what's the worst thing you've ever overheard someone say about you?

Wow that’s heartbreaking.

Someone once said I was an arsehole! I was utterly stunned.

I was about 14/15 walking out of the school gates and some girls walking behind me were saying “Look at the state of her! She’s got a right fat face. She looks like a man” and spat all down the back of my blazer.

I pretended I didn’t hear them as I was terrified they’d beat me up if I looked at them. I ran home in tears covered in spit, and was too scared to go back to school for the rest of the week.

It is not an acceptable word now, as you clearly know, so why would you use it to describe a girl you were at school with?

I had similar with a customer on a zoom call. It was recording and although I'd hung up, he didn't for another hour. Once he did I was sent the whole recording. Even though the issue was entirely his fault and I was going to fix it for him he was slagging me off saying I was thick and had made the mistake. I guess he was talking to his boss and trying to pass the blame but he was incredibly rude about me so I took my time fixing his mistake.

I have never overheard people I know talk about me but the worst is when I go to the public toilets in the likes of Marks and Spencers in a City and there are long queues and the disabled toilets are usually on the left and womens on the right. I have Crohn's and sometimes need a quick toilet so go past the q and get out my Radar key and Crohns card and say excuse me can I go here please.
Honestly the looks I get you would think I was asking to shit in their pockets and the comments are awful - nothing wrong with her just jumping the q. You can buy those keys off the internet - no you can't I want to take my baby in there, the end of the q is up there. Restaurants and cafes are lovely, just people in public toilets.
Yes I am a size 12 and dress well (not a brag) and don't look like I am ill but I need a toilet quicker than you do.
Not every disability is visible is something I might have tattood on my forehead anytime soon.
This is when I am shopping in Marks or don't know the area I am in as I know they have toilets. Wetherspoons is my next go to. I usually google all available toilets. 😁

”People are generally good at heart.”
—Anne Frank

I don’t know, Anne. After reading this thread, I’m not quite sure about that.
People can be real assholes, if you ask me.
And heartless on top of it.

Not overheard, but when I was 16, in my first real (ie: sexual) boyfriends house I saw a postcard his Mum's friend had written. "

"I understand your worry, your "ex husband" did spend a lot of time in that pub,. She was very pretty and young:"

They were referring to my, at the time, very happily married mum!

It continued:
"Giving X (their son) lots of condoms is a good idea"

WTF!? If you seriously thought we were half siblings, don't condone us having sex under your roof!!

A few more questions about my parentage would have been fine. The idea you were ok with half siblings having sex without knowing and you said nothing is more repulsive that you assuming my mum would have been interested in your philandering ex!

Spoiler - we were not related! And readers, I married....someone else years later. 😂

I became quite badly ill and then disabled about 13 years ago. My husband stood by me and has supported/cared for me every day without fail.
I had a great relationship with my mother in law and we talked about everything together. Until I found out that a mutual friend had told MIL that my DH "runs around looking after PoorUncleBarry" and my MIL replied "Well more fool him". It broke me and our relationship has never been the same since. She admitted that she said it.
My mother told me that she didnt care that my boyfriend had raped me (I was 19 when it happened) because she liked him and thought I couldn't do any better than him.
My dad who adopted me was contacted by his long lost sister who asked him if he had any children, he said no.
Life is fucking cruel.

Not me, but a lie about me...I intercollated following the sudden death of my teenage DB. I was around 26 at the time. A short while later DH was stood in a queue when he overheard a student on my course. She was discussing with someone else (presumably another student I was at university with, a small coastal campus), why I suddenly disappeared. They asked what happened to me and she told them I'd had a breakdown and been sectioned.
Why do people just make shit up like that? I was deeply traumatised by my DB's death and chose to restart that year after taking some time out to grieve. Are these people so boring they need to lie to make their conversation more interesting?

When I was 31, I overheard my uncle say - apropos of nothing - that I’d left it too late to find a decent man, probably wouldn’t have got one anyway because I was “just like [DM]”, was left on the shelf and well past my sell-by date for marriage. I was OLD and having a torrid time of it, recently dumped after 18 months and feeling fragile. I didn’t challenge him at the time - just went home in tears. Then I had a large glass of wine (Dutch courage) and sent him a text telling him I’d overheard and calling him a cunt.

We’ve never spoken since that day and good riddance.

The last Christmas I didn’t spend with my family, my BIL came & picked me up because I didn’t drive.
When I walked through the door, my entire family’s mouths’ slammed shut so hard I’m surprised their teeth didn’t break.
I was obviously the topic of conversation.
I turned right around and walked out and got an Uber home.
I haven’t been back.
They never said a word to me.
What gets me is there were people in there talking loudly with whom I had never once had a conversation, like the husband of a niece.
I rarely talked to ANY OF THEM to be a topic of conversation or gossip or lies.
The low down dirty gossiping of your “loved ones” doesn’t get much worse.

When I was 10 I heard Mum and Dad arguing about me. Dad said, she's just like you, thinks she's never wrong, Mum said, no she's like you she thinks she knows everything.

problem is,I think Dad was right. I'm in my 70s now and cannot quite understand why anyone would think they were wrong. Imagine thinking, today I'm going to think only wrong things. Makes no sense to me.

I'm open to facts that prove me wrong in what I'm thinking, and I'll happily change my views when circumstances change, or new information is presented.

but yes, I always think I'm right.

Someone said the S word the other day on the local police facebook page. 2 brothers had been sentenced for drug dealing. The men’s mother commented oh my boys wouldn’t harm anyone they would do anything for anyone blah blah. Someone replied with oh just ignore the S’s. I was furious I reported the comment I’m way past getting into arguments on social media over comments from silly little girls.

The men in my old workplace ranking women in terms of football leagues. Premier league, 1st league etc. I was the bottom league.

I know I’ve been gossip fodder but it’d kill me to see it written down.

That’s awful, I’m so sorry. I wonder if she meant it in the heat of the moment. I'm sure you were very loved.

At college 2 girls walking behind me down a corridor. 1 said to the other don’t like her. Other girl said I don’t either. Then at that moment my right knee went funny and I nearly fell. I broke my kneecap when I was 11 and every so often it just seems to go weak.

1 laughed and said she nearly fell over. I turned round and said I had broken my kneecap and it just does that sometimes then said i don’t like either of you either. I was friends with the other girls in the class and some of the lads as well. They weren’t friends with each other so don’t know why she felt the need to say it.

When I was 11, and living with my dad and step-mum (awful bullying woman), my dad told me I'd have to go into a home because neither he nor my mum wanted me.

Although we sporadically had contact after that, that moment was pretty much the end of our relationship.

Wow. What a piece of work.

I review internal communications as part of my job, I frequently remind people that it is all monitored by me. I have a junior colleague that loves to make fun of my physical features and clothing. For reference, I’m very normal looking, and dress work appropriate, though apparently wearing the same skirt once every two weeks isn’t allowed without ridicule. She just found out I know quite literally everything. January shall be interesting…

Temping in a job, stood behind some filing cabinets and heard two blokes discussing me.

Phrases like “golden girl” “brown nosing” “probably shagging someone” were used.

Basically they’d been there doing the job (poorly) for many MANY years. I turned up and having never done the role before had managed to reduce work backlogs from 14 weeks to 5 all in a couple of months.

I was (unintentionally) showing them up for the lazy incompetent bastards they were and they hated me for it.

The middle manager who informed me that I had no business being in my job because disabled people are only fit for things like cleaning or collecting trollies in supermarkets.

Seemed quite surprised that I had the mental acuity to know the law and to follow formal procedures. I wrote the formal procedure.

Wow, that is heartbreaking. They are both twats, and that teacher shouldn’t be anywhere near children.