To wonder if anything from childhood still annoys you?

[Blackcloudsbrightsky]

It's not ATAAT, honestly it isn't!

It is a continuation of that though - I wondered if anyone else remains annoyed at something that happened when they were a child?

I have a strange relationship with food and I know that stems from childhood - won't go into it here.

Two things that do annoy me still when I think about them are the car journeys. I suffer from severe motion sickness (people have tried to 'cure' me in the past by insisting I'll be fine if I look out of a window or suck a sweet HA I will spray your car and it serves you right!) but my parents still used to drive MILES all the time, from the midlands to the south of France and even Italy I spent days hot and nauseous and vomiting and everyone else was miserable too and I was blamed for their misery!

I also remain bitter about being smacked at primary school for wetting myself! Pretty sure it was illegal to do that!

So I am wondering if anyone else has injustices from childhood that grate still

Mine is stupid (but I'll share it anyway

When I was 10 I went on holiday with my Grandmother. I bought my Granddad a present (he & GM were divorced and I only saw him once or twice a month).

We got back from holiday and my Aunt drove me & my cousins over to GD's house. I was clutching my gift, excited to hand it over.

When we pulled up outside his house, my Aunt opened the car door to let two of my cousins out of the car (one of them being her own son). She said GD was unwell and it wasn't fair to take 4 children in.

She made me hand the present over to my cousin so he could give it to our GD, and said ''you went on the holiday, let one of the others give it to him''.

I burst into tears and was told to stop being a baby ''or she'd give me a crack''.

still rankles today.

I badly broke my elbow in 2 places when i was 8 and also dislocated it at the same time. I went to stay with my best friend for a week in my plaster cast and sling and her dm fed me spaghetti bolognese ( they insisted i use a fork and spoon to wind the spaghetti ) and then took me to a bouncy castle as a treat... I suppose they were trying to be nice but it still grates after 31 years.

We used to live very near the bus stop where I'd catch the bus to school, so my mum used to let me walk there by myself. There was a main road to cross, but it had a green man.

After a few weeks of going it alone, my mum told me that one of the other mums had seen me running across the road without waiting on the green man.

I was so confused as to why someone would tell a lie like that to my mum. That happened when I was 6 and I'm 36 now and still it annoys me.

Childhood grudges are hard to let go of because they aren't addressed at the time and when remembered in adulthood all the childhood feelings of injustice come flooding back in the childish " it's not fair" mode.
My opinion only I add.
I have quite a few, some I feel justified, others hilarious in their childish pedantry.
One is that I still remember is the blinding rage I felt when, following a row over who was to sit in the middle of the back, my younger sibling was allowed in the car first and my brothers and I had the never ending standoff in whatever car park we were in to not get in next and sit in the middle.
One of my grandparents would then thump each in turn and shout at me to get in next, because I was the family peacemaker. Always.
Still gets me now and results in the hatred and childish inward sulking I experience whenever someone " baggies" a seat.

When I was 6 we moved and I changed schools. My mother took me on my first day at the new school and we were interviewed by the Headmistress. She told me to go to the bookcase outside her office and select a book to read to her. I was a good reader and selected the book I was currently reading and took it to her - she told me not to be so silly, that was not a book that a 6 year old could read and to go and find another one.
This has grated for very many years - I think my mother supported me but the injustice of the Headmistress has never left me.

I remember going shopping with a relative and my baby cousin (the relative was not his mum), anyway we goes into this news agents and, she buys my cousin a bag of crisps and leaves me standing there. Now I just couldn't do thst, leaves child out and for a 30p packet of crisps. Seems petty but I've never forgotten it

when I was about 14/15, my aunties friend told my mum (my auntie is only 4years older than me) that she had seen me in a pub. MY um went mental and grounded me for months, i had been nowhere near pub at that age.

I can distinctly remember being locked outside the house and the yard that leads to the house ( my parents were inside so I can only assume it was done on purpose) and crying to get back in. My grandfather came to visit and let me back in. I must have been very, very young as he died before I was 3 and he was hale and hearty-Ish then. It makes me sad to think about it

I was in primary school and we were all sitting in the hall, on the floor cross legged watching a film. (E.T iirc)

The girl behind me had one of those big nappy pins in her skirt and my skirt got caught on it. I turned around to free myself and got pulled out for talking. I was never naughty in school and I'm still angry at the injustice

My mum was terrified of doctors, dentists and anything medical. She has a phobia of needles. Consequently, I have two visible scars on my face that would be a lot more discreet if I'd had stitches but she didn't want to take me to hospital.

I went to the dentist for the first time at 15 years old, when I realised that my teeth were bad and against my patents will. I paid with my own money. As a result, I had to have quite advanced treatment and still paying for poor oral hygiene now, at 44 years old. That does annoy me very much.

When I was ten, my Mum went through my diary with a highlighter, and wrote comments all through my private thoughts. She didn't tell me, just put it back where it was for me to find it when I next wrote in it.

I can still feel the creeping horror of realisation that my own Mum was not to be trusted. Aged 10.

Ego I gasped when I read that.

There are no incidents that stick out, but I just gave up trying to redress any injustice because the adult was always right, regardless. I think it's part of the reason why I avoid conflict, and dont know how to address it.

When I started my periods I was scared and embarrassed. Instead of buying me some decent pads ie thin, winged, always or bodyform etc she bought me a pack of maxi non-wing bargain pads from a supermarket value range. I couldn't even put one in my back pocket to nip to the loo at school as they were so bulky. I bought my own with my pocket money from my second period after a friend gave me a thin one. I'll never forgive her for that.

I am starting to suspect I have ASD (daughter waiting for assessment so I've been doing lots of reading). I find change difficult and find it hard to fit in. My dad was in the army and I went to 6 primary schools and 2 secondary. I was very bitter by my teens and fucked up my A-levels. Have sorted myself out since and have a good job and happy marriage.

I am also bitter about how they belittled my anxiety and made me feel ridiculous. I had no support at all from the bullying I suffered, it was my fault for not toughening up. I now understand that my parents were a product of their own upbringings and they did a better job than their own parents. Hopefully I am supporting my daughter through her issues better, although I'm sure she will have plenty to complain about.

As a PP mentioned being made to do long car journeys (visiting family in the UK from wherever we were stationed) with severe car sickness and being blamed when we nearly missed a ferry as I was chucking up on a kerb (I was 8 at the time) also stays with me.

When I was about five or six, I went to a birthday party and was given a going home bag at the end. A certain friend was given a cheap plastic beautiful, glittery bracelet, but I wasn't. Even at that age, I was sure it was because she was the blonde, pretty one. I didn't understand why my mum told me off for being ungrateful.

Lesson learned: if you're giving party/going home bags to children, make sure you put the same thing in each one.

When reading to the reacher in school she stopped me to tell me that island wasn't pronounced is- land. I hadn't got to it yet and was pissed off because I knew how to pronounce it.

I was in hospital in Germany, we were Army so I was quite a bit away from home because it was the military hospital I went to.
My mum visited one day and asked did I enjoy my chocolate fingers, she had left with the nurses on her last visit.
I hadn't got them but had noticed that one of the nurses had four chocolate fingers in his tunic pocket earlier on in the day.
I was so cross I went and asked them for my biscuits that my mum had left me and they denied there being any.
This, was in 1977.
I like to hold a grudge.

My mother suffered from depression when I was 6 this went on for many years due to circumstances with family etc. To this day my siblings and I still deal with the ramifications and have issues with certain family members . Resentment is a theme even now in our 30s . We deserved better and were thought of as unimportant because we were children. They wouldn't put their own families throug it but it was fine for it to happen to us...

When I had my first communion afterwards we had a party at home. When my younger sister had hers mum hired a big ball with a disco. This favouritism has carried on in adulthood, she never stays with me and always with my sister so my poor lovely ds doesn't really see those grandparents. It makes me very sad and cross. No way would I ever display favouritism like that with my DC.

There's loads more but I don't want to bring the mood down!!

Parent's divorce. Mother's depression. Father's disappearance. Domestic violence. Homelessness. General poverty.

I never got a Mr Frosty! Still upsets me

Being left to take care of my 1 month old sister when I was 11 years old while my mum was "working".
At some point we moved in to the village away from my mums workplace and she couldn't come home every day, so until my youngest sister turned 3, we (me, my older brother, my younger sister) sometimes were left at home to take care of her for up to 3 months with rare phonecalls and visits from our mum that lasted for maybe 2 days.
I still remember how my youngest sister didn't recognise mum when she came home on rare occasions and how she cried when mum was leaving. It breaks my heart and I'm glad my sister can't remember it.
I don't think that children aged 13, 11 and 9 should become full-time parents and I'm surprised how our baby sister survived this neglect.
I wish I could tell my mum how I feel about it, but I'm afraid she will decide to walk out of 6th floor window, so I will keep these thoughts to myself and try to be better parent to my DCs.

My Mum having to choose between me and elder sis as to which one of us she would take with her on the big extended family days out. Mum was only allowed to take one us but every time we'd turn up all her siblings would have every one of their children there. That always upset Mum but she never confronted anyone about it even though it happened every time.

I had a party for my 6th birthday. My mother had made a cake in the shape of a capital H which had the number 6 in icing sugar in the middle. When the cake was cut into slices she gave the slice with the 6 on it to another child, while I looked on, aghast. When I remonstrated vociferously (and fairly, I thought) I was sent to my room. At my own party!

When I started my period at age 9 it happened at school during a performance of Annie. All the girls in the production knew and I had to ask a female teacher for a pad. I was mortified. When I got home and told my DM she just said 'oh right' and carried on cleaning the bathroom

If and when I have a little girl and she tells me she has her first period, I will listen, give her a hug, take her shopping for pads, and generally make a fuss of her.