Childhood injustices you can't forget

[TheScurrilousFunge]

Please tell me about your childhood injustices.

I was just reminded of one by something on the TV - I found my classmate's bag strap behind a loo at school. It had clearly been hidden there, but not by me - and yet, I got the blame for it! It rankles TO THIS DAY.

Tell me I'm not alone in not letting this stuff go!

Maggie Thatcher getting rid of school milk was the only good thing she ever did.

Being forced to drink luke warm milk, curdled milk or frozen milk was one of the evils of school and I've never been able to face milk ever since. I used to try to hide in the loos to miss my turn.

I think I've posted this before but when I was about 4 (pre school in any case though I remember it really well) I went to the playschool Christmas party. Half way through Father Christmas visited and we all got a wrapped gift. I was delighted with mine. It was a Sindy type doll that could have different hair styles glued on. Next were more games and I didn't want to put my present down in case I couldn't find it again. I tried refusing to play but that wasn't allowed. I agreed to play but wanted to hold onto my present but that wasn't allowed either. I was made to put it down on a chair and I remember feeling so anxious that I wouldn't find it again.

Sure enough when my mum arrived to collect me I could not find it anywhere. The staff couldn't care less. I think someone else must have taken it when they left. My mum was really annoyed with me and was lecturing me angrily about how careless I was. My mum was terrifying when she was in a bad temper. I meekly piped up - trying to defuse the situation- saying "never mind". Mum was furious. "Never mind? NEVER MIND? I had to pay £2.50 for you to get that present!!!"

Luckily I didn't believe in Father Christmas anyway because all would have been revealed at that point anyway.

Arghh the injustice! I had my present that I loved stolen and then I got in trouble for it.

Blimey just remembered I was expelled (well parents were advise do wasn’t a good fit) from my nursery where during a nap time I told my friend all a lot ‘facts of life ‘ obviously I will have had no idea but said some stuff. As a youngest child I knew more than expected for my age. The nuns were appalled. Then my parents were appalled at them and withdrew me before I could be expelled I think. Bloody hell what dramas eh ? I thkight i was just passing in good info about mums and dads and babies 😂👀🤣

@FTMF30

Omg.. In primary school I was made to play Mary in the church nativity play and I don't understand why because I was painfully shy and I really did not want to do it, can't understand why one of the other girls didn't get picked, they were up for it!

This thread goes to show that the misdemeanours of the adults are rarely forgotten about by the children.....

This thread is bloody making me so angry!

I was in infants school and put my hand up to go to the toilet but was told I had to wait because Sarah had gone to the toilet (well apologies for not synchronising my bladder with hers!). I kept saying it was urgent but that just made the teacher more determined to make me wait. So yeah, I wet myself and I'm delighted to say it was a BIG wee. Thankfully didn't get teased for it, worse thing was going home in welfare box pants and skirt!

When was about 6 or 7, I was sitting in class and needed to go to the toilet. I asked the teacher if I could go, she refused, I said I really needed but she said no again. Ten minutes later I pissed myself in the middle of the class and the teacher got angry, demanding to know why I never told her I was desperate. On reflection, I can see how horrible and how much of a bully she was, I was terrified of her.

My DS, who has additional needs, had a similar teacher when he was 6 years old and she was awful with many of the kids, especially the boys. She had no understanding of additional needs and after finding out about one particular incident involving DS I made it clear to the school I wasn't happy with her treatment of him. She retired a year later thankfully - I dreaded my DS having her again as a teacher.

I'm dyslexic and at school was in a group that sometimes did spelling/ handwriting instead of going to assembly. One day the kids in assembly had been messing about, so the head teacher decided to keep the whole school in at playtime. Then at the start of playtime the teacher sent our group to join the rest of the school for the punishment. I wasn't even there!

I've only read the first page but just noticed your similar story NoKing. Still get annoyed thinking about it! That particular teacher made me cry on a couple of occasions too, this was in the mid-80s - doubt they would get away with it nowadays.

I wish mine was a funny one but my teacher died while I was at primary school, it happens when we were all on a residential, absolutely traumatising but when we got back one of the other teachers said "He was only your teacher, he was our friend" we were only 10/11 at the time and I still remember he saying it plain as day. She was a horrible cow, I've got plenty of stories about her actually!

@WildfirePonie Weird teachers and their power trips 😒.

My first game of pin the tail on the donkey. When it was my turn, I somehow got it in exactly the right place, even though I was blindfolded and couldn't see a thing. The party mum was sure I had cheated, and made me wait until everyone else had had their go, before making me do it again at the end. She put two blindfolds on me, and spun me round so much that I was really dizzy; and I didn't get it that time. I was so upset about not winning, when I really should have done!

So many...

We had some French lessons at primary school from a visiting woman. I was, I think, 9, and normally very quiet and shy. The language really twigged with me and I was raising my hand non-stop, so pleased that I “got it”. So Mrs P asked a question, and I raised my hand enthusiastically, and she out of nowhere let rip. Who did I think I was? Did I think I was cleverer than anyone else? Etc etc. I can still see her angry red face 45 years later....

From that day I didn’t say another word - in any lesson. I was back in my shell. I was absolutely mortified and felt sick with embarrassment.

One of the mums used to come into primary school and teach the girls sewing, we made our own PE bags. I was so cack handed and ended up with a hole in the PE bag, no idea how but there was a definite hole, the "mum" told my teacher I'd done it maliciously so I was dragged to the front of the class and slapped very hard on the back of the legs.

Id like to say a massive fuck you Mrs Campbell. I hope life's been shit for you.

MyGorrum your dad sounds great. What a fab parent standing up for their child and what's right

Being told at school aged 10 that I had to apologise to a friend after we had a massive falling out. Both of us crying and both equally to blame etc but I was told I HAD to apologise in front of the class because I was TALLER !!!!
It made me so angry as said friend was the tiniest in the year but was actually older than me and I absolutely refused and got sent to the headteacher and my mum called. They told me I would have to write a letter of apology as well and i refused to do that too ! I was really really upset as I knew me being tall had nothing to do with it !

Junior school -Every Friday you could go on stage if it was your birthday over the weekend. My brother and I were born on same day 2 years apart so when he got up so did I. Got told to sit back down I couldn't just follow him up on stage, I cried so much and he kept saying it was my birthday but no they would not listen
Remember my Dad going in to sort it out on the Monday. I am 60 now but I have never forgotten it .

Also my brownie leader relentlessly bullying a few of us that she didn’t like. She was hateful (and racist)
Backfired on her when we all got together over pack holiday in isolation due to our ‘bad behaviour’ and then set up a series of revenge practical jokes on her

I was a really lonely only child. I used to go to the play equipment at the pub down the road (they knew and we're fine with it), to play and make friends with kids whose parents were drinking/eating there.

One day, I was there with my new novelty keyring. It made loads of cool sounds and I was showing everyone. A slightly younger boy, who I'd been playing with, no issues, fell over. He was crying and said he was going to tell his mum I had hurt him. I hadn't even been anywhere near him.

He told her and she came storming over and started screaming at me, telling me to go home. Everyone sitting outside the pub was staring at me. Not one person stood up for me.
I actually started crying and I can still see that boy smirking at me behind her back.

It doesn't sound like much, but it still upsets me to think about it. I have always been quite tall, so maybe looked older than I was. I've never, ever been a bully though, or hurt someone on purpose.
I remember going home that day, to just sit on my own, all because of the actions of that horrible kid.

When I was a teenager I was told by my geography teacher I had to go to extra study in the evenings as my predicted grade was "only" a B. I told her I couldn't as I was a young carer and would be busy making dinner for my single mum and two younger siblings. She didn't believe me, gave me lines to do for lying and told me I would most likely fail

My parents were friends with the parents of a girl in my class so we were often made to play at each other’s houses. She was a right madam and always rough with my things. I must’ve been about 6 when she came to my house and broke a ceramic care bear I had got a few weeks before Christmas. I was so upset and she didn’t care so I went to the loo and burst into tears. Whilst I was crying in the loo at what she did she sneaked downstairs to tell my parents that I had broke it. So not only did she smash something I loved, my parents hit me for breaking it and then again for telling lies when I insisted it wasn’t me.

Being called lazy, stupid,.Will never amount to anything because of an undiagnosed learning disability. My parents didn't want me tested, as "physical discipline would knock it out of me". They were The same about my mental health issues too. A good thrashing and lots of verbal abuse should sort it out. It didnt.

@Nannewnannew

Not sure this is exactly an injustice but it still hurts to this day. Some nights I wet the bed and this went on until I was about 7. My mother used to get really annoyed as the sheets were cotton, and we obviously didn’t have a tumble dryer, so in her frustration she used to rub my face with the urine soaked sheet. This was her theory to try and cure the bed wetting. The fear in the mornings when I realised the bed was wet was awful.

This was definitely an injustice. I can relate to having that fear of a parents anger and punishment because of something you can't control. Am sorry that happened to you.

I think parents used to be very ignorant about bedwetting. It was considered a psychological issue rather then the physical problem it usually is.

Back in the 90s so different teaching style, private school. Teacher told me that my art work had been selected to be put on display (only the best went up) display went up and mine wasn't on there. Told teacher who took me down to look and realised it wasn't. Nothing rectified after. Still pisses me off to this day. How hard was it to make a child feel valued?

I was pretty crap at school - I was pretty naughty and didn’t try very hard. The only exception to this was in PE - I was really good and competed at county level in two sports. I also did training every afternoon after school as the captain of various different school team, one of which meant I couldn’t train for the sport I played and county level and lost my spot on the county team.

On our end of year report we were given grades A-F and marks for effort from 1-5 (1 being the best). I got absolutely slated in all my subjects except for PE. I was expecting to get A1 and was given A*5. This was despite every single kid who was useless at sport being given a 1 for effort despite doing no extra clubs or anything. I’d always got on with my PE teacher so queried it with her and she just smirked in my face and said ‘I just gave you what you deserved’. I quit all teams that day which resulted in a whole school assembly on the importance of teamwork.

This was nearly 20 years ago and about 2 years ago she knocked on my door asking for my vote as she was running as a councillor. I asked if she remembered me, she said ‘oh, you’re TheLostDiadem’! You were brilliant at basketball, I can’t believe you quit because you had a strop’. I shut the door on her, found who she was running against, donated loads of placards and leaflets to him (I ran a printing company at the time) and spread a shit load of rumours on local FB page about her. He won, she lost, I have absolutely zero regrets.

Anyone who thinks revenge isn’t sweet is t doing it right.