Childhood injustices you can't forget

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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!

I found a glue gun on the floor and I put it on the windowsill in the school hall. Some girls in the year above told the headteacher that I'd stolen it as it was apparently 'missing' from the art club. The headteacher stormed over to me in the hall at lunchtime and called me thief in front of the whole school (I was 5 at the time) and I was terrified. I was so frightened to go to school after that because every time something went missing the headteacher blamed me - she always did so in front of an audience too. She told my parents I was a thief and it was a disgrace. My parents didn't take any shit though (I was actually good as gold and totally innocent) and they took me out of that school. My class teacher knew it wasn't me after a number of accusations the headteacher made didn't add up and she left the school too as she didn't want to work for such a cruel person. It apparently happened to another child after me and the headteacher eventually 'resigned' although it was speculated that she had no choice after so many angry parents got involved.

I ended up going on to train as a teacher and it still horrifies me how a grown woman thought it was acceptable to treat a small child in such a terrible way.

When I was 9 I nicked a tiny freshly hatched stick insect from the biology lab. I confided in my dorm matron (hoping she'd give me something to house it in) and as I was showing her the little bug, just swooped in with a hanky and squashed the poor little fucker.

Another time a bat flew into the dorm, and before we could catch and release she burst in with a broom and squashed it on the ceiling and threw it unceremoniously out the window. Utter sadistic cunt. A nun she was. And not alone in her sadism, most of the (RC) nuns at my school were like it. I was once forced to eat a brussel sprout with a pink worm in the middle by the dinner-hall-nun (clean plates were mandatory, sin to waste food blah etc.).

Still makes me burn a bit now tbf.

@GoodbyePorpoiseSpit

Wasn’t allowed to move up to the “Wide Range” reading books even though I had finished fucking Billy Blue Hat and Roger Red Hat. Why? Because my teacher was an absolute knob. It’s been 34 years. I’m finally moving on... maybe

34 years is a long time to be reading the same 2 books 😬

Was at the park with my 2 best friends and they were being little * itches and slied off together,leaving me alone,so I went home.Hours later,local copper knocks the door with the girls and their parents,they're claiming I pinched their shoes and ran off with them.
Uproar ensues,I swear blind I'm innocent,my mother gives me smack in front of everyone,I still insist on innocent and they all leave.

They all come back an hour later to explain that they go to the park to search for where "I've" hidden shoes and the girls happen to run to exactly where the shoes are hidden in a bush, dicks.
The worst part is as an apology,they bring along a packet of cigarettes for my mum,all I got was the clout earlier!!!!

@EmJay19 That's awful! I don't look like a stereotypical angel either but I guess I should be grateful my teacher wasn't crass enough to give such a BS reason.

As luck would have it,one of the girls is now a cop

A boy stole my rubber and scribbled all over it. When I told the teacher he said it was his rubber - she believed him and let him keep it.

I still remember his name and to this day I think of him often and get angry.

Year 10 history class. Teacher had his back turned writing on the board and my friend starting tugging at my jumper saying 'haha look at his sweat patches, look, look' I ignored her for a bit bit after she kept going on I turned to her and said 'so what?'. Teacher then turned round and yelled 'SUNNYDALESLAYER, OUT NOW'

We are still best friends although when I remember that incident makes me question my choices. She still thinks it's hilarious when it comes up. I am still rankled.

This is my DB rather than me but he was doing his Art GCSE and he had made an incredible turtle out of chicken wire and paper mache, he spent weeks on it. Came into school one day to find it broken in two sticking out of the recycling bin. The art teacher hated him passionately and told him she thought it was 'a trial run' rather than the official work. He didn't bother after that and hasn't done any art since.

That same teacher 4 years later loved me as we were complete opposites even though I'm utterly shit at art and can't even draw a stick man!

It pisses me off just thinking about it now.
Back home, we were allowed to go out and play with neighbouring kids and we all had a spare key under a mat in case our parents weren’t home.
I was really close with one girl, I was about 8-9 and she was a year younger. We’d be out playing together all the time. Then a new girl moved in, my age, and we just clicked.
One day, all three of us were out playing as usual, when the younger girl decided to go home early. She comes out few minutes after, yelling that I hid her key and she can’t get inside her house. Goes to my mum and tells her this.
Out comes my mum, gives me a massive ear full, takes the girl into our house and apologises to the girl on my behalf.
I never took the bloody key! Few days later, the girl admits to her own mum that she was jealous that I’m forming a bond with a new girl and that she wanted to punish me.
My mum apologised profusely to me once she found out but I never truly forgave her. It was the one and only time my mum didn’t believe me.

I had an amazing pencil and pen collection in Class 4 (so, around 9?)
I had a huge obsession with writing and had even mastered calligraphy by that age. (By high school my parents never wrote a note again. Every single one was forged by me..... As were most of my classmate's notes )

Anyhoo, my massive, fit to bursting pencil case was full of pens and pencils of all kinds, and I was particularly proud of my collection of expensive fountain pens and calligraphy tips I'd been given as a gift. My Parker was my pride and joy.

One week I was off school and Mrs Porter had gone into my tray and gave away pretty much everything leaving me with a sad, deflated, almost empty case.

In her class, if you didn't have a pencil she would ask the class if someone had one to lend. For some reason she had decided it was okay to go into my tray and distribute mine to all the boys and girl who claimed they didn't have one. I got hardly any back. I actually had to "borrow" a pen when I returned. It was one of mine.

Bitch.

I was in hospital when we were stationed in Germany, because it was the military hospital it wasn't close to where we lived so my mum and dad could only come visit once a week.
One day my mum asked me if I like her surprise, what surprise I asked. She had brought me a box of chocolate fingers, which was a really big deal, we weren't allowed more than one biscuit a day. She left them with a nurse.
The only time I saw any chocolate fingers they were in the top pocket of a male nurses tunic.
It was 1977 and I'm still holding a grudge.

In junior school my mum was a dinner lady and was in charge of bringing the bell out to ring for the end of lunch playtime.
She never let me do it, probably because she didn't want it to look like she was favouring me.
I waited months to get my hands on it. When the glorious day eventually came I swung it up and hit myself above my eye with it, splitting it open. I never did get to ring the bloody thing.

@VaggieMight I was chosen to be Mary at nursery (age 4?) but a girl called Samantha cried and they changed their minds and I was relegated to Angel Gabriel. 43 years later I’m still bitter.

Kid in my class stole my Tango yo-yo (late 80s big yo-yo craze, all soft drink ones.

I'd scratched my name into the rim. The asshat scratched it out. I was the only kid with an ultra rare Tango one and he looked at me and grinned whilst I protested.

Cock.

I was chosen to be Mary in infant school. I was very smug about it. My navy dress was a teachers old one. Being the '70's it had built in cups. Eveyone kept coming up and poking them so I was walking around with concave 'boobs' . They obviously didn't get the gravity of the occasion .

Oh dear, Cocolapew! - it's the way you tell it!

My two:

1. In primary school and my class are doing a production of Cinderella. Teacher says I'm the best actress for Cinderella but "Alison" looks more the part so she gets it
2. We've got a new reading book collection in school that the teacher hasn't used before. I choose a book on ancient myths and legends which uses the name Heracles. So I use that spelling when doing the reading comprehension task. Get told off for spelling it Heracles instead of Hercules and won't listen when I say it is how the book spelt it. I really hope she realised the error of her ways at some point

In Yr2, one of my friends used to suck her thumb and we'd been told that whenever we saw her do it, to remind her not to. One day during carpet time she was suckin her thumb, so i whispered her name a couple of times to tell her to stop an got sent out of class!

I can vividly remember the teacher shouting 'OUT' an pointing to the door 25 years later!

I was just trying to help!

I was a quiet, shy child and was unmercifully bullied by an absolute bitch of a girl in my class when I was about 6 or 7. It went on for weeks, until I finally told my parents what was happening, and they persuaded me that I had to go and tell a teacher next time it happened.

We were all in the playground, she started on me again, so I plucked up courage, went to the teacher on duty and told them that this girl was bullying me. She called the girl over and asked her what had happend and to explain herself. She told the teacher that I was a liar and I was making it all up to get her into trouble.

Of course, I burst into floods of tears. Apparently that proved my guilt. The teacher believed her and not me, and told me off for lying.

The whole thing was avidly listened to by the rest of the class, and as a result I was bullied even more, not only for being a tell-tale, but for being a cry-baby and a liar as well.

When reading to the teacher she stopped me and called a girl up to tell me how to pronounce a word I hadn't got to yet. The word was island and I knew it but the teacher said that she just knew I would pronunce it is-land I was the best bloody reader in the class.

@itchychin I don't want to dismiss your understandable anguish, but at least you got to be Angel Gabriel. I ended up being a shepherd.

When my mother left my father suddenly, he and I went to stay with his sister. I was 6. I was put in a new school near her, on my first day I missed going to the toilet at break because I couldnt find it, and the teacher either didnt see or was ignoring me when I had my hand up. I wet myself. When I got home, my aunt said I was a dirty girl. Such a horrible thing.

In year 4 the teacher had brought something in for crafting, she left it on the side. I was stood with some girls looking at it and wondering what it could be used for. I walked off across the classroom and then the teacher comes after me yelling that I had ruined it for the whole class as it had been dropped on the floor and one of the girls that was still stood there next to it had kindly pointed the finger of blame at me for touching it and making it fall on the floor. I wasn't even there when it happened. I never forgave that little rat face for it.

My sister told my mum that me and my friend had eaten Laburnam seeds (poisonous) from the tree in our garden. Our mums forced us to drink salt water to make us sick. We really hadn’t eaten them!

I got pulled up by the teacher, aged around 10/11, for my messy handwriting. This was despite the fact I had a broken wrist at the time. I always had lovely writing and can remembers the injustice all these years later! (This was in the late '70s and the injury occurred at school when we had to balance on each other for a school play. No suing in those days haha, my parents didn't bat an eyelid!)