Do you ever remember something your parents did when you were growing up and feel annoyed?

[RosieLemonade]

My mum would never ever pick me up on a night out, from a train station, from university etc. Every other parent I have known has done pick ups and drop offs. Me and my sister would have to walk an hour every Friday and Saturday night after working 9 hour shifts. I would never make DD get a bus after a 4 hour train journey (with a walk between station and stop). My mum was a good mum in lots of ways but this still annoys me years later!

If I was naughty they would lock me in my room and unscrew the door handle and just leave me there to scream.

Once I got hit on the back of the legs with a plate and locked in my room again. But they hadn't realized that in doing so the plate had smashed and severed my leg.

I was bleeding in my room and was kicking so hard to get out I made a hole in the door. When my mum found me she had to rush me to hospital and I had to have stitches in my leg.

I was about 9.

Years later I'm still so angry about stuff like this - several similar stories - and they say that's just what was done at the time, they didn't know any better, there was no super nanny then.

I was raised in the 90s, don't think the same kind of shit was happening to my friends.

Jesus some of these stories!
The only thing my mum did to annoy me was be practically a slave to my dad-did all the housework and always had to have his tea on the table for when he got home..he would often complain and say it was rubbish etc..
No way I would put up with this.though I guess times were different then.

My mum used to suffer sleepwalking and night terrors.
She would occasionally charge into my room at around 3 in the morning, shaking me awake while telling me to get up quick, you're late for school / work.
The first time she did it when I started work, I started rushing round in a panic getting dressed. Then I noticed the time.....02.15.
After that I checked the time first then went back to sleep.
She never had any recollection of her night time antics obviously.
It was annoying and funny at the same time, particularly when she would fling open her bedroom window shouting ' hey you, get away from my tomatoes you bloody thief! '
Fortunately, her bedroom was on the back of the house and faced fields otherwise the neighbours would have thought she was bonkers.
She's still the same according to my father.

This is literally a drop in the ocean of my childhood but I remember once when I was 9 an aunt I didn’t see much of gave me £30 for my birthday. I was staying with my mother for the weekend and she said she would hold the money for me and take me shopping on the Sunday to buy something.

We didn’t end up shopping and when I was leaving I asked for my money. She laughed and said there was none left as she had bought me McDonald’s, sweets, bus ride back and forward so I had spent all my money. On one hand I did get these things but I wasn’t aware I was spending my birthday money, it was brought across that she was treating me. I never had any money of my own as a child and I still think about it when my kids get birthday money.

I was about 7 and I walked in on my mom having sex. I got told I was a dirty girl and told off...she was the one humping away whilst her three young children were awake and wondering around the house.

My mom always served her boyfriends dinner first and children last. We weren't allowed to speak to her during the evening, it was a routine of, do crosswords in the paper with her partner, watch TV, cook and eat dinner, go and have a bath and then lock herself in her room with her partner...we were primary school age.

Dad was running late one day (it was his contact day) so rather than wait 20 mins for him to return home, mom left us with the scary looking extremely elderly woman across the road.

My brother turned into a drug taking violet theif in his teens. He stole everything I had of value even down to my bus fair or any newly purchased items that still had the receipt in the bag (he would return them to the shop to get the money back). Mom never stuck up for me. I even called the police once and she didnt back me up. He stole a new tablet that I'd have for my birthday a week earlier and got away with it. She never ever stood up for me and neither did my dad...that still stings quite a bit.

I love my parents and had an amazing childhood, but mum suffered with pmt. I would get the brunt of her screaming temper tantrums. She made me paranoid about going to the toilet for a poo, oddly enough. She had a wierd obsession with standing outside the bathroom door shouting at me for making a smell!! I still can't go to the toilet when out or at someone else's house, and have been crippled with pain for it.

Lunch boxes my mother didn't make me one feeling it was my job. I was 8 at the time.

Dishes I had to do them as my "chore" I begged and pleaded to change for something else but was never allowed. Every time I would do it she would come in and pour stupidly hot water into the bowl complaining I never did it right. I hated her and the dishes. I am 50 now and I still detest doing the dishes
We have just moved into a house where there is no space for the dishwasher I cried.

My dad 2nd wife managed to make me feel really unwelcome in their home I have never understood why he allowed it. They would take my brother and her daughter on holiday for 3 weeks I could join for 1 as I was too difficult (I was a rather shy child who just needed a parent to give me a bit of attention) one year they went to Rome and I was not invited. I then was expected to watch the photos and be interested as it was not their fault my mother (a chef so working holidays) didn't take me on holiday. Golden boy was my brother and golde girl my sister i was just kinda in the way.

Thank heavens for my grandparents maternal and stepgrand parents they were wonderful.

As an adult when my mum started on the golden child syndrome again.. this time for my niece thst was the time I had enough. So I went low contact (easy as I lived in the UK they in Denmark) and when she died i had not seen her for 2 years. I do t really regret it my relationship with my mother in law made me realise how a parent child relationship should be. Loving giving and unconditional. I have tried to ensure my children feel this way.

Always wished I had a mumsy mum. Both my parents were very cold people.

@MyFloorIsLava

Smoking in the car and wouldn't let us open the windows, called us precious for moaning about the smoke. Genuinely great parents for the most part but totally oblivious to how awful their smoking was for us.

Me too. It mad me feel sick and gave me a headache when my parents smoked in the car. I once got up the nerve to ask ,y mum not to, and told her how ill it made me feel, and she refused point blank to stop.

I grew up around so much passive smoke, it’s no wonder my lungs are taking so long to recover from covid.

I too was never picked up at night, eg if a train was cancelled or something similar, I could never ring my dad and ask him to come out.

My main issue is with my mother who was sweetness and light outside and a tyrant indoors. We lived a lie basically, upholding my mother's image.

Having said that she had her good points and later on was very supportive and a marvellous grandmother.

When I was a teenager I did yr9 work experience at a local dog kennels. They kept me on and I worked there during the school holidays.

I used to get the bus back home. I remember one evening I had finished work and was waiting for the bus. It took ages and I waited for about an hour and it took a long time to get home, it was dark and raining. The bus stop was in a really quiet area with no one around, I remember being scared.

When I got back my Mum and Dad were home and I told them about my rubbish journey, I was tired after a long day and only about 14.

My Dad laughed and said good! He was really pleased that I had a rubbish time. And that if I was old enough for a job, then I could get myself home

He's always been that way and resented me. He wanted my experience of work (and life) to be hard and miserable, I've never been sure why.

I make sure I live a happy and successful life just out of spite. It really irritates my parents

I'd never treat my DC that way.

DH endlessly goes on about how amazing his parents are but on a rare occasion will admit they weren’t.

They never went on day trips in the holidays, only went places his mum wanted to go (shops). Even as a teenager he spent his weekends being dragged about to shops whilst his mum bought food and clothes. He complains I leave DD at home and she should be made to go. Nope.

They never ever went to anything he was in. School shows, concerts. He was in a significant sporting event and they wouldn’t go. Didn’t go to parents evenings. Nothing.

MIL was intolerant in sickness in anyone but herself. DH nearly died 20 years ago. They didn’t even come to visit. MIL complained he didn’t come to see her (he was in hospital) because she had a cold and was really poorly (she wasn’t even unwell).

Yes lots of things. For some reason they were on my mind recently. I had counselling over something else and over a few sessions I mentioned them. My counsellor agreed they were valid issues. That validation has made me feel so much better. She asked me what I wanted to do with these memories. I told her I wanted to leave them behind me. I haven't thought about them since

Oh god I think of stuff constantly. I’ve really actively started risking my parents in the last 5-10 years and much is to do with reflecting on their piss poor parenting and genera shitty behaviour.

Sadly I catch myself doing some of the irritating things my mum used to do, though I know I’m 100x better parent than she ever was.

Some of the irritating things…
*mum mimicking me when I was upset/angry
*mum never doing anything with me, even the simplest things like a walk, playing, cooking
*putting me in front of the TV for the whole day (literally) rather than taking me anywhere or doing anything with me.

Oh there’s tons!!

In fact she called me fat 3 days ago so it’s still happening.

If we were misbehaved DM used to threaten to send us to the ‘naughty boys and girls home’, which was a children’s home down the road. She’d even pretend to phone them and say she was bringing us down there because we couldn’t behave.

MIL used to threaten DH with the ‘bad man’ who would take him away. It’s not normal is it?

All of these are making me cross. Some are making me cry. I am 50 soon. I know 70s and 80s were different but I am sure a lot of this counted as advise even then.

ABUSE ffs

My DB (now anyway!) ate his entire advent calendar as well as mine and our sisters all on Dec 1st when I was around eight or nine. My mum went out and bought one advent calendar and made us share it with him!!! She wouldn't listen to reason and insisted we share with him until Christmas Eve.

Now she wonders what she was thinking but at the time wouldn't listen to reason (and justice).

So many things. My parents were loving and kind, but christ they were weird, my mum especially. I look at my DS and think wait what? That's the age that mum made me do x!?

She simply didn't believe that children weren't adults. She expected us to manage tasks and cope with shit that most of us would hesitate to ask an adult sibling for, never mind a kid.

I can laugh about it now but I remember the frustration at the time. I just couldn't reason with her. Still can't tbh.

My ils used to drive dh around looking for a children's home to drop him at.

We are nc.

Lots and lots. My father (divorced parents) was a prick of the highest order. He had an older daughter who he clearly thought the sun shone out of her ass. Shame she was such a nasty, bullying vindictive bitch.

He also absolutely and totally idolised my brother because he was the only boy of the family. My brother got new bikes for Christmas. We got 'new' clothes for Christmas that had actually belonged to his Foster carer mother and had her surname in the neck in marker pen.
In the summer my brother got taken on holidays on his 'week'. We got dragged to go and see his older daughter.
We were actively encouraged to wait on my brother 'because he's the boy'.
There is a lot more than this that went on though- this is just some of the tamer stuff.
I now refuse to have anything to do with my father or his daughter, and siblings including my brother feel the same way.

@NeonJellyBaby

If we were misbehaved DM used to threaten to send us to the ‘naughty boys and girls home’, which was a children’s home down the road. She’d even pretend to phone them and say she was bringing us down there because we couldn’t behave.

My Mum used to do this too. ‘ you can come in half an hour? Great we will just pack her case now’ I’d be hysterical begging her not to let me go

My parents would do this too. Only I'm adopted and I'd been in care for five years and they would tell me they were sending me back

These seem minor in comparison to some posts.

My dad was quite wealthy when I was a child so money really wasn't an issue. But I was never allowed what other kids had so I could fit in. Never had that pack lunch box with a cartoon character and the chunky flask. My dad used to send milk in a drink bottle to school ffs - no fridges or cold packs in the 80's.

I wasn't allowed anything trendy. My dad hated all pop culture and sneered openly. My adult sister used to send bags of hand me downs to my delight and my dads disgust. Once when my mum had fled dv and avoided my dad like the plague she turned up with an outfit for me for the school disco. It was just a baggy t shirt and leggings from the market but it meant so much to me. She risked a battering because she knew I wouldn't have anything to wear like the other kids did. I wish I kept the outfit - I'm 42 now it was 30 years ago. My kids really have no idea how lucky they are I buy them lovely clothes.

Both my parents were terrible at feeding me. My dad tortured me with food until I just went missing and refused to return. Ss got involved then.
My mum wasn't much better she just left me to my list of about 3 things I would agree to eat and I had a raging eating disorder as a teen.