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

No, YANBU.

I still think about having to look after my constantly drunk mother when I was a teenager. One time she'd been drinking heavily at the sports club and I had to order her a taxi to take her home. I had to drag her over to the taxi (this was about 3pm) and try to stuff her in on my own all the while she's laughing manically, she then bit me hard on the cheek and thought it was hilarious.

GCSE results day, I wasn't the brightest kid in my school and was very proud of my results. Especially of the B I achieved in french. (I found french very difficult, my teacher squealed and hugged me when I walked in)
My friends got parties, cards, cash, meals out etc.
My DM had disappeared for a few days. (Off having fun somewhere...) my DGM sounded uninterested.
No-One, not one person said well done. No card, not even a hug. I was devastated.
I don't rely on anyone these days. Everyone lets you down in the end.

When I was 5, we were drawing pictures with felt tips at school. The two boys who sat across from me kept leaning over and making marks on my picture with their pens to wind me up. Eventually, I snapped and leant over and made a small mark on one of the boys' pictures in retaliation. He then scribbled all over his own picture, and all over the front of his white jumper with different coloured felt tips, then went and told our teacher that I'd done it! She went absolutely mad at me - I got a smacked bottom, sent outside, a huge public lecture about ruining people's things and she made me go up to his mum at hometime and apologise to her! I didn't do it! I was utterly gobsmacked that someone would frame me like that, and that the teacher believed him as I was so well behaved and never misbehaved. My own mother smacked me when I got home too .

When I was about 6 and my little sister was about 3, she fell off one of those rides that you put 10p in - it was a horse IIRC. She split her lip open, and in between sobs she told my parents that I had pushed her off. I was nowhere near her! A small part of me has never, ever forgiven her for this, even though she now has no recollection of it at all. Hell, maybe she actually thought she had been pushed off, who knows. But I didn't fucking do it and I am bitter...

On holidays in a hotel with a great swimming pool, aged about 9, I was never out of the water. I was (and still am) a strong swimmer. My brother, older than me by one year, wasn't very sporty but he was the blue-eyed boy, sun shines out of a** etc etc. Still, being an older brother and obviously superior in every way he suggested a swimming race and asked my dad to call start and to judge. I remember touching the far end first, turning to see my brother coming up shortly behind and touching the wall after me. My dad called it a draw! Did he not see? Or did he not want to humiliate the blue-eyed boy, losing out to his younger sister? Just one of many incidents when I was compared unfavourably to him. Until I got my O Level results, which were SO much better than the ones my brother got the year before.... Sweet!

Roomba, when my sister was 3, she fell on the front steps and split her lip and accused 6 year old DB of pushing her.

Luckily for little brother, he'd been in the back garden with me at the time and thus had a sound alibi, otherwise I suspect he would be on here grinding his teeth at the unfair judgment, too.

You know, I love MN, but it really does distress me to read threads like this when you see just how many really crap parents there were out there. :(

to all you who suffered with shit childhoods.

I lived on a farm and loved horses but never was allowed one. All the other farmer's daughters seemed to have one over exaggeration.
We once had a horse staying on the farm and my dad said he would get me a saddle. He didn't. At 80 my dad bought a fecking racehorse and started to breed them. Now he's gone I have said racehorse in the field but can't even ride it. Cue violins!!

My parents were generally very supportive through my childhood, but they have always been crap with money.
When work was plentiful it was all peachy, loadsamoney etc, then the next week we'd be eating tinned stuff because the rent was due, and trying to eke out the emergency money on the meter.
I hated the inconsistency, and have always been a saver. I saved £80 (which was a lot in the early 80s for a 7 year-old), and got all but one of the Natwest piggies.
My parents "borrowed" my life savings and never repaid them. It was not the only time they stole my bank savings, as a child I had to have them as counter-signatories so couldn't stop them, and I am still bitter that they denied me a chance to own Sir Nathaniel and complete the set.
To this day I refuse to lend them money, as I know I'll never get it back.

My mum never bought me a bra - sounds like nothing but it was never mentioned at any point in my life. I waited and waited for her to say something and do something but she never did. the shame of school and all the rest. Thank god I had a wee savings account and took money out of it to buy one for myself and then try to wash it when I could. I swore I would never let any child I had down the way she always seemed to let me down.
Also I had a friend at primary who I sometimes visited. Once we were in her parents' bedroom and her mother had this beautiful wee doll thing which was a lid on a box which I think must have been her jewelry box. I thought it was the most beautiful wee thing I had ever seen and started to lift it up. My friend came back into the room and I was startled and went to put it back down. My friend thought I was trying to steal something from the box. Nothing was ever said but I was so angry that she thought I would actually try to steal something. I shouldn't have touched it but equally she should have known I wouldn't have stolen anything.

A gentler one, or I'll get into a 'blended family' rant.

I was telling my Pop about having seen the Apollo 13 film. I said something about 'at that point in the story' and he went off the deep end yelling about my ignorance and how could I not know it was a real event etc. I tried to point out that things in the newspapers and on the news are referred to as 'stories', it was a perfectly valid choice of word but I then just got shouted at for interrupting. 20 years on, I'm still pissed off.

Aged 13, I was bridesmaid at a wedding and spent the reception playing with the other bridesmaids.

An older brother (18) joined in and started talking to me. He was just being friendly.

Later that night, in front of a roomful of people, my mother shouted at me that I had been a "naughty girl" and that I had been caught "flirting" with an adult man.

Wanted to die. Stupid woman.

I'm still affected by bullying. We moved a lot when I was young and I was bullied at almost every school I went to. I'm 'over' it, in the sense that it doesn't affect my day to day life, but it has definitely affected how I am about meeting new people and this idea I have that most people don't really like me very much. I do great lightweight chat with acquaintances, but I don't get close to people very easily.

But whatever, it makes me who I am so I have to appreciate the experience and try and learn from it.

I painted a fabulous banana (if I do say so myself) in Year 2. The very stern teacher took the paint brush off me without asking to paint thick black lines around it. I wasn't very happy at that at all. Then when her hand slipped so the black line streaked across the paper and RUINED my fabulous banana I actually tutted at her. I was a shy, quiet child so this was totally out of character. Yet she slapped my hand hard as punishment and sent me to the corner.

I've not forgiven her yet.

Looking back at this, my gosh I can't believe how vile this teacher was.

I said earlier I was a troubled child. One teacher - Mrs Rafferty - hated me. She made it clear. E.g. she ignored me if I raised my hand to ask a question, barely spoke to me, and did the following:

Easter drawing competition. I was 7/8. I'd coloured a beautiful picture. All entries had names on the back and she could t see. She chose her favourite. I was thrilled! I can still remember the look of horror on her face at awarding me the prize. A Milkybar egg. I'm not sure how.long she held it back from me but I remember my mum going I to the classroom and directly requesting the egg, as I'd not received it. When eventually I did receive it, it was mouldy and stale. BITCH.

Then there was a class residential trip. There were only say 20 spaces and 40 children. To make it fair they put the names into a hat and pulled 20 out.

Rafferty pulled a name, sneered and pretended she'd picked 2 up by accident, so went in again. Another teacher, seeing this , interjected and pulled out the original ( now opened) piece of paper, guess who's name was on it!!

I hope she died a lonely, unloved and bitter woman.

Actually, no I don't
That's horrid of me.

The 8 year old me probably does, mind

Brian, I also had a teacher who hated me. I'd have been 5/6 and have never known what she had against me. My mum used to carry my scooter or bike in with my brother in his pram to meet me after school, just to see if she could get a smile from me. She had no idea until we started at the junior school where she was a dinner lady and my classmates told her stories of how much this teacher hated me! I often wonder if I'd have been happier and more confident at school if it hadn't have been for that horrible teacher.

I have a teacher one too:
Year 4 so aged 8 or 9 we had to take our maths books up to the teacher at the front of the class for her to mark. She took one look at mine, told me off for it being messy and ripped the pages out of my book. Walking back to my seat was just horrendous, I still vividly remember the smirks on a few of the other kids faces. To make things worse, when my mum went up to speak with her, she lied about the incident saying it was a quiet chat at her desk! Still, I feel I got my own back by throwing up on her carpet on a very hot July day after she wouldn't let me go to the toilet.

On a lighter note, I never had light up shoes despite begging for them for years!