To wonder if anything from childhood still annoys you?

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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

I remember my older sisters and their friends hanging out in the front garden while I watched through the window....I must have been about 5. One of the boys held up a stick of chewing gum and posted it through the letter box for me - I was so delighted!

I'll never forget how they fell about laughing when I opened it and it was just an empty wrapper

I could cry now remembering how hurt and embarrassed I was.

Bride that is shocking!! My sons are 13 and 9 and I'd never expect to them do anything other than sit beside 1 year old on the floor til I dash to the loo. I always think these things our parents did will only make us do better for our own children and grandchildren.

Another childhood injustice....during our mock tests for 11+ my teacher was stumped on a question. We sat for about 20 minutes while he tried to figure it out and then he sent my best friend (smartest boy in class) off to one of the other teachers to ask for the answer. While he was away I asked our teacher if the answer was XYZ and he was shocked to find it was. SO I was sat there all chuffed waiting for best friend to return to tell him smugly that I figured it out but when he did return the teacher told him that HE had figured it out while bf was away and bf would not believe me when I tried to tell him it was me. I was furious. Still am.

I was picked on for about a year by the girl who's mother was my childminder. Really small stuff, but it built up and built up and it made me miserable. I snapped one day and we all ended up in the headmasters office, it's silly primary school stuff really. But it mattered at the time.

Anyway, we were friendly enough in secondary school and before I left we hugged one another on results day. I laughed and said something along the lines of "God, I can't believe we're friends now, you hated me when you were little!" And she claimed to have always liked me. I probed a little further like "but I didn't think you did because you and X pushed me down when I had my arm in a cast and we ended up in the school office", and she told me I was mistaken, that it wasn't her.

It's not a big deal, really it isn't! So silly! But it went on for so long that I know I wasn't imagining it; I had other friends at the time who later said "God yeah she was horrible to you" including the friend who chased her away after she pushed me down (I had my arm in a cast and had to get another X Ray on it)...

It just rankles.

My grandmother decided that as I wasn't a girl I wasn't allowed Lego. She took the massive collection that my older brother had acquired and divided it between the boys in the family.

There are many other reasons I dislike her, but that's the most MN friendly story I can relate. I'm quite glad she's dead.

I have a couple from my God awful primary school where I was treated really cruelly and unjustly by a couple of witches who should never have been allowed near small children.

If I bumped into them in the street now I would love to let them know, in a calm way, that their behaviour was totally unreasonable.

I had a pretty horrific childhood if I'm honest, a lot of it annoys me still.
Two of the worst things are I've now grown up and I'm a bag of nerves after the sustained abuse I suffered.
The second thing is every time I do something normal for my daughter I feel proud for a moment, then feel shit that most of these things my parents couldn't be bothered to do.

I feel very sorry for myself that life was hard at home, and was equally so at school, and as an adult I'm not happy because I am becoming aware even mor each day that my childhood was far from normal, and a caring parent would have realised this, and changed.

MY brother was a difficult teen. Argumentative, disruptive, sometimes violent and I suspect a drug user at one point. Because of his behaviour my parents found it easier to generally let him have his own way to keep the peace. I was passive, well behaved and achieved at school, but there were many subtle favouritisms over the years which I have never forgotten.
We are in our 40's now and it has affected my relationship with him to this day. I suspect it's not healthy, but I still feel anger and resentment even now.

We moved when I was 5 from a lovely touristy town with a beautiful lake, fab weather and heaps of things to do, to a medium sized city with drab weather and fuck all to do. I am still bitter, I even still have it as my hometown on fb even though I haven't lived there for 28 years!

I had gib board in my bedroom as a child after my parents insulated the alls from the age of 6 until I was 14 as they couldn't afford to re paint and gib stop the wall. I never had any friends round for years as I was so embarrassed of my crap room.

My dad died when I was 14 of a heart attack, I though he had given up smoking when I was at primary (8ish). I found cigarettes in his trouser pockets on the night of death, I fought he had fought the good fight but oh no he kept going behind back which contributed to his premature death and made me grow up the father. Still angers me to this day.

I remember being absolutely desperate for a wee when I was in reception. I went up to the teacher and asked her if I could go. She said I had to wait until she was finished reading with someone. I was hopping from foot to foot, and she just kept on reading. Of course, I wet myself. It was, even at 4 or 5, humiliating. I was bullied at primary school and it was all I needed. There was a store cupboard with a toilet cubicle attached to the classroom ffs!

DM says I loved that teacher, and maybe I did, but whenever I think about her I remember the shame of that moment and it just makes me so cross. I know they can't just let kids go to the toilet all the time but it was RIGHT THERE...

One: When I was in year 10 I got an A in an RE Essay. It was my first ever A and I was so thrilled that I literally ran the 2miles I had to walk home. When I got in I was so happy to tell my parents. My mum was pleased for me, but my dad told me that it didn't matter as it was a stupid worthless subject anyway and I should try harder to get an A in a proper subject like Maths or Science - it hurt, I had no chance of ever getting A's in those subjects infact I only just scraped a C in GCSE Maths and got Bs in the Sciences. In my GCSEs overall I didn't get an A, to this day my dads comment still hurts.

Two: In Year 11 I was playing netball in PE. It had been raining and the playground we were playing in had puddles of water. While jumping to score (which was a bad idea any because I'm very short.) I remember landing in a puddle, slipping and twisting as I fell. I felt my ankle crack, and I was on the ground. My Teacher told me to get up and carry on playing, so I hobbled around for the rest of the lesson. It was the end of the day, and I before going home I asked the teacher if she could call my mum as I didn't think I'd be able to walk home. She refused because I could walk and wrote down in the incident report that there had been no answer at home. It took me over 2 hours to get home. I got home and was taken to A+E, I'd broken my ankle.

My mum had an amber teardrop necklace that very occasionally she would let me play with. I loved it. She lost it and was convinced that I had gone into her room and played with it and subsequently lost it. I was innocent!

She would try for years to coax a confession from me, saying that she wasn't angry she just wanted to know what had happened. I couldn't tell her because I didn't take the necklace! We had floorboards in my house growing up so my own theory was always that it had got under her bed or something and fallen through the floorboards. I'm now 28 and she still doesn't believe me when I say I didn't tamper with it.

The injustice of it all!

Nothing dreadful, but some niggles.

My mum was friends with another woman, so we had to spend time with her and her horrible daughter. Our Mums clearly wanted us to be friends, but I couldn't stand her. She was a sly little cow, and always got me in trouble. She ruined one of my birthday parties by throwing a new set of pens I'd received out of the window and blaming it on me, so I was sent to my room. I dreaded our meetings, when I'd have to go and play with her for hours and have to put up with her mean, bitchy little ways.

Also really wish my mum had listened to me more on some things and less on others! For example, I was 'scouted' for a scholarship to prestigious dance school when I was 10, but my mum thought it would interfere with my school work and turned it down. I was heartbroken. I still think about what might have been now. Bizarrely, I then sat entrance exams for a highly selective grammar school and got in, but decided I wanted to go to the local comp with my friends instead. My mum let me make the decision, and I wish she hadn't. I dont think at 11 I really understood the opportunity I was turning down...

My brother's wife practised her ear piercing "skills" on me. She had just got a job in a department store as a piercer and needed guinea pigs. I didn't want my ears pierced but went along with it because she was (and still is) a bossy cow. Anyway, she made a total woman's front of them and I still have a rip in my ear to this day and feel slightly mutilated. She never admits she's done anything wrong and once when drunk I pointed out my mangled ear to her and she had the cheek to say "how did that happen" Gah!!!

My sister. Been annoying me for 40 years.

BrideofW Poor you. What happened when you had to go to school? Did you have to stay off school to look after your baby sister?

Also, do you think your mum was really working or in a hospital with PND or something? Either way, you were let down by the adults in your life. You don't have to answer if it's sensitive of course.

Thatcherism.

My Dad is 67 and still rues the day his mother gave all his toy cars away to another child while he was at boarding school.

Tons of stuff, I had a pretty miserable childhood.

But that's not what this thread is about.

One minor niggle, I was never allowed branded trainers, always wanted them and loathed doing PE in unbranded ones as the other kids mocked me. My sister always had branded clothes and trainers. Spoilt madam. It's not her fault, but oh how I hated her at the time.

Carla we all skipped school because of that. Out of us 4 only our youngest finished school.
It was in one of the Eastern Europe countries in early post-soviet times, so had pretty much non existent child protection system.
Our mum did work, but it was in the bar as a waitress, so lots of drinking and shagging with different guys was involved.
My dad was an alcoholic and still is, so we couldn't rely on him.
Eventually my brother turned 16 and wrote her a letter saying "what kind of a mother are you etc". When she got it, she came home and told him to go and live with our father(effectively kicked him out) and stayed home with us girls. I think it was the happiest day of my entire life, until lately realising that it was horrible of her.
Her behaviour was so disgusting that I find I don't want to talk to her. I would go NC, but surprisingly she is an amazing GM to my DCs. My DS loves her and no doubt DD will too when she will grow older(8 mo now).
Actually I suspect she feels awful about her behaviour at the time anyway, it's just that she never even tried to apologise for it. This is what bugs me.

I'm in my late 20s and have never climbed a tree because my mum wouldn't let me. She also wouldn't let me go in the sea (at home or abroad) - we live in a seaside village. I first swam in the sea when I was 21. I also wanted a pet but wasn't allowed anything other than a goldfish.

Alas, 21 years down the line, mum remarried and had 2 more children. They're regularly found swinging from the trees in the garden, surfing/swimming in the sea, and, would you believe, they have a dog!!!
I get quietly furious about this every time I visit them.

At age 7, I was set homework of reading a chapter of a book. I was a good and quick reader even then, and I ended up finishing the whole book.

The next day, i told my teacher I had finished the book and she didn't believe me. She made me stand up in class while she quizzed me on each chapter of the book. In the end she had to admit defeat but I can still feel the hot embarrassment of being put under pressure in front of all my peers.

Year 1, I was being picked on by a couple of boys in my class so I hid under a table to get away from them. My evil witch of a teacher gave me a bollocking for messing around and I had to stand in the corner for the rest of the lesson. She wouldn't believe I was being bullied.

I am lucky enough to have had a happy childhood and nothing dreadful happened to me. Nevertheless I can still remember a few things that annoyed me.

Once at primary school when I was about 8 we had some students in for an afternoon. We were divided in to groups and then a book was handed around and each child in the group had to read the same paragraph while the students listened. The story concerned a boy called "Hughie", but not one of the other children in my group knew how to say this properly and generally stumbled a lot over the reading. The students did not comment at all on any of these mistakes. When the book came to me I read the thing properly (yes I know - little smart arse but I was easily the best reader in the school) and waited smugly to see what they would say. The students all exclaimed in delight "Oh hasn't she got a strong Lincolnshire accent!" - but not a word about my reading skills

My dad was generally a lovely, loving man but he did have a tendency towards the dramatic and to imagine the worst case scenario, which I think has affected me to this day as I am quite anxious.

Once when I was about 8 I used the door key and didn't put it back in exactly the right place by the door. My dad couldn't find it and said "what if there was a fire and we were trapped inside because we couldn't find the key?!" I'm sure he meant well and only intended to impart the importance of keeping the key in a safe place in case of emergency but I was a sensitive, imaginative child and was tormented by thoughts of my family being burned alive all because of my mistake. It was also totally counterproductive because I'm more likely to misplace things when I'm stressed, not less!

Another time I was doing the washing up but the water had got cold and he said "are you trying to poison us all?!" rather than simply pointing out that it wasn't hot enough to kill germs.

When my brother and I were quite young on a family holiday we found a heavy sack on the beach. Heads full of fairytales of pirate treasure, we wanted to open it but dad warned us off, saying "what if it was a dead dog or something?" We had a collie cross at the time who we loved, so were upset at the idea of a dead dog. Of course now I realise it was a sand bag and dad, who had worked in boat yards before, would have known that. If we had opened it, the disappointment of just finding damp sand would have been enough to put us off opening mysterious packages in the future, without any drama or distressing talk of dead dogs. When I look back, incidents like this just seem unfair and unnecessarily upsetting.