What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

I would not getting a wagon wheel in year 5 over 18 years ago.

Never ever getting a Mr Frosty

Ooh I feel so outraged about some of your stories on here, I hate injustice!
I'm the type of person that dwells on things and most of the time they're really not important but I don't like to be thought badly of, even by strangers, haha. Recent one is me saying thank you to an old man when he opened a shop door for me but he obviously didn't hear me & called out thank you to me as if I was a child who'd forgotten her manners. I was so embarrassed & said thank you again but felt like I'd been told off & that everyone who'd heard must think of me as being rude.

I've only read the first page & will go back & read the others but as we're up to page 22 I thought I'd stick mine in for some catharsis...

Was in 6th form when we had a chip pan fire at our house when only my dad & brother were home. Luckily due to his job my dad had some fire training & managed to put it out before there was serious structural damage, but literally everything in the house was covered in nasty, greasy smoke. Dad blamed my 22 year old brother for the whole incident & it was terrible at home for quite a while, wasn't sure what would happen to my big brother (if he would get kicked out or cut off) or if my parents would split up as my mum said my dad should have checked the pan was off, then a school friend piped up, "oh Auntie, I'm the queen of family problems, yours are soooo insignificant!" I was then and have never forgotten it or how self centered she was!

@PussGirl

Brownies tea party in the early 1970s.

All the sandwiches were made at home & sent in. They were pooled and handed out randomly by Brown Owl.

So instead of my mum's delicious ham and mustard on crusty bread, I got someone else's mum's nasty tasteless cheese and marmite on floppy white sliced.

Think of the other girl who had the bad sandwiches all the time though...

The town I grew up in had a children’s festival and I was a character in it & my mum had originally kept my dress for years until I asked for it & she revealed that she has binned it, I have no idea what I would have done with it! That still rages me that she just got rid of it without telling me!

I am really upset reading some of the things that happened to you as children. Mine aren’t nearly as bad a some of the horrible, spiteful things but a few still rule me.

1. Primary school we didn’t have a uniform. My Mum always dressed me and my sister (2 years older) in matching clothes despite my objections. Badly bullied over it (she thought it looked nice) I had a boy and a girl, but I vowed if I had 2 the same sex I wouldn’t do it past age 4.

1. I was a bright child and constantly soaking up information. When I was 7/8 we had some caterpillars to watch and turn into butterflies. I put my hand up to say that it was called metamorphis and the teacher snapped “no you can’t go to the toilet” she was an old cow who obviously hated children.

1. An adult told me a lie then told me they didn’t lie to me. A teacher was leaving the school at the end of term. I asked her if she was leaving and she said no, when she announced she was leaving I told my friend I was upset that she lied to me, friend then snitched and she came to me and said that she didn’t lie to me, she wasn’t allowed to tell me the truth, cue me being really confused yes this and another adult lying about me really stopped me trusting adults after this...

1. On holiday and a big group of kids were messing around in the pool. One Mum must have thought I was being too rough with her son and so threatened me. My Mum stuck up for me and argued with her that all the kids were playing etc. What I’m salty about is, her Husband said he didn’t want to get involved but he’d seen me sticking my tongue at his wife. I genuinely hadn’t at all and I was genuinely confused as to why a fully grown adult (is always trusted adults to this point) was lying about me? My Mum believed me but I was 8 years old for gods sake. I think he knew his wife was out of line so was clutching a straws maybe.

In general I had a really rough time at primary school, bullied, left out by the other children (I was a Tom boy, wasn’t allowed to play with the boys but wasn’t into the same things with girls), never praised, left out of stuff, never won prizes etc so at the next school I just stopped bothering as it never made any difference.

My sister was allowed a rabbit. I wasn’t. My sister got riding lessons. I didn’t. I need to let this shit go... we are 43 (her) and 48 (me)

My parents had this idea that I was a cold person who didn't like displays of affection - actually, I was cripplingly shy and hated the way I looked. I would no more have asked a boy out than I would have flown to France by flapping my arms, and boys felt the same way about me. My mum in particular used to make comments about my lack of boyfriends and attributed it to the fact that I "curled my nose up" at perfectly nice lads. In her mind, I was this snooty ice queen who was callously rejecting scores of handsome but shy boys because I thought I was too good for them; in reality, I was usually the subject of the boys' pigging games on the school bus 😡

My mum had a clear out and gave my Wombles LP to one of her friends because I was “too old” (I was about 15).

Another time she gave my carefully created A-ha scrapbook (With limited edition floppy plastic picture disc from the front of Smash Hits) to another friend because she thought I didn’t like them any more 😡😢

It’s a wonder I still speak to her....

I had a favourite reversible winnie-the-pooh duvet jumper, with a big winnie the pooh on one side, and lots of little ones on the other.
One day I saw a little girl down the road wearing a jumper just like mine - I pointed this out to DM excitedly and she then revealed she had given my favourite jumper away!
Still not forgotten, 35 years later.
That, and taping over my Black Stallion and Top Gun videos...

I have so many from my first couple of years at primary school before my grandparents too us.

In P2 I was a smelly child. My parents were abusive and neglectful. I also wet the bed, but wasn’t allowed to wash. Instead of reporting it or getting social services involved my teacher gave me a “special” desk by myself. All the other kids were in groups, but I was solo by the window. Then in my report card she wrote that I was aloof and didn’t mix with the other kids. I got battered for that.

My primary 1 teacher had brought me a snack in every day as I never had breakfast or a playpiece, and she knew we often didn’t get dinner. P2 teacher didn’t. I mean she didn’t have too, but you’d think they’d have at least reported it.

Thank fuck my P3 teacher and the new head that year were more caring

I was 17 and it was the Queen’s silver jubilee. There was a street party for the children - age 16 and under, and a disco for the adults - aged over 18. There was nothing at all for 17 year olds, and I didn’t even get the commemorative coin that everyone else got.

I really really wanted a cassette of wet wet wet and my mum. Said she couldn’t afford it I was about 13/14 it was my best friends birthday and she bought it for her instead because her mum was mean and wouldn’t have got it for her i see the album cover in my
Car when Spotify is on and I just think why

Then another day I came home for lunch from school and knocked on the door my mum had a thing for going back to bed and not being up At dinner so I knocked and knocked when she opened the door she grabbed
Me by my collar and dragged me in my neck was all scratched and red, it turned out she was talking to her friend on the phone, the phone was right by the door why didn’t she just answer the door? I had to stay home that afternoon

We moved to a House with a coal fire when I was 10 I had never seen one before and she asked me to put coal in the fire we had a bucket
And when I threw
It on it literally all came out and put the fire out she roared at me and I had to go to bed At 6pm for ruining the fire

My MIL made a snide comment to my mum right after I gave birth. I will forever regret allowing her to be there to tarnish a beautiful moment.

I was a third year junior so about 10. We all had to congregate in a classroom at lunch time if we wanted to be in the Summer Music Festival and compete with other schools. I loved singing and really really wanted to be involved but was sent out of that first meeting/rehearsal “for giggling” and not allowed back.. that day or any other. I don’t know who had giggled but it wasn’t me.

This was nearly 40 years ago and I can still feel the actual pain of it... and every so often I still have the conversation in my head where I go to Mr LG (the teacher who sent me out) and say “with respect Sir, I understand you thought it was me laughing but it really wasn’t and I really would like to be in the Summer Festival so please could you reconsider?”

Worse.. the year before, when I was 9, I was due to be presented with a certificate in assembly because I’d come second in a local writing competition. Unfortunately, that morning I’d woken up with an upset tummy but my mum still made me go to school. I wasn’t nervous about the assembly; I was looking forward to it as was quite proud to be a winner.

During the assembly I had terrible stomach cramps and needed the loo badly. The teachers all sat down the sides of the hall on chairs and I asked the one I was nearest, Mr Abrams, if I could go to the toilet. He said no. The pain got worse so during a song which we all stood up for, I carefully allowed a small fart out to try to ease the pain. Unfortunately it wasn’t a fart. I knew I’d poo-ed my knickers and was mortified. I whispered to Mr Abrams “please can I go to the toilet.. PLEASE, PLEASE!” and he still said no so I just went. I will never forget the horror of trying to clean myself up in the toilets alone and the humiliation of having to go to the secretary’s office to tell them what happened and being given a pair of giant navy blue pants that came up to my arm pits to put on. I was SO cross with my mum for, as always, making me go to school ill and with Mr Abrams for not just letting me go to the bloody toilet, a basic human right FFS, before it was too late!

The humiliation just continued endlessly.. while I was waiting in the library for my mum to collect me, Mr Abrams came to see me at the end of the assembly after my name had been called for the presentation and it became apparent to him that I was the one who’d run out and he said patronisingly “you had nerves didn’t you!” And not knowing what else to say I just agreed!! Well for the record Mr Abrams, no I bloody DIDN’T “have nerves”, I had the SHITS and my mother made me attend school and you wouldn’t bloody letter me go to the toilet! You pair of ignorant adult BASTARDS!!

Ah.. that’s better !!

Before the schools closed this year DS had been working really hard on his reading. I kept asking the teacher to move him to the next level. She refused, repeatedly, because he lacks expression". DS is autistic.

@Bigx

Before the schools closed this year DS had been working really hard on his reading. I kept asking the teacher to move him to the next level. She refused, repeatedly, because he lacks expression". DS is autistic.

We used Oxford Owl and I just moved DS up myself

I will never forget, when I was in nursery class at primary school, so 4 or 5 years old, i took a soft toy bear i had into nursery with me one day - it was white and blue and had little stars all over it and played a song when you squeezed it, it was great. I had been playing with it and I presume the teacher had put it to one side as it wasn't a classroom toy. Come pick up time, my mum comes into the classroom to get me and i am trying to find my bear. Out of the windows I see this bitch Netty (also 4 or 5) walking away with MY bear!!!! I tried to explain and it seems so clear what had happened , she stole my bear, but I guess in my 4 or 5 year old body I couldn't express correctly what was happening, nobody seemed to care and I never saw my bear again.

A second thing - same school, when I was around 7 maybe, my mums car got stolen. In the year above me a boy who was particularly irritating prior to this (I forget why other than general know it all personality haha) spoke to my mum one day after school and said he had seen her car on a side street near the local pool. Lo and behold, what a little legend, he had, and mum got her car back - to thank him, deservedly so, mum gave him £10 and an Easter Egg. My sisters and I were incensed! We never got Easter Eggs as that wasn't what Easter was about, yet there's mum buying him an Easter Egg - gahh the unfairness haha

3rd story - in high school myself and younger sister were literally 5 mins late for school one day (never ever late usually) as my Stepdads car wouldn't start. I ended up with a lunchtime detention - in the detention we had to write an essay about why we were late. I was filled with rage and furiously wrote my essay explaing the broken down car, rushing to walk to school instead and how I was never late before, yet somehow I had ended up in detention - a system which clearly didn't work and wasn't fair, as my little sister who had arrived at exactly the same time as me didn't end up with one! I passed it to the teacher stone faced and waited while she read it. Once she finished she let me leave - how could she enforce it when my sister hadn't been given one, still so salty!

being rejected at birth. Thanks 'mum'.

Period pains! Oh how I suffered! My mum seemed to think it was “character building”. I actually believe that if your child regularly suffers pain and you don’t do anything about it, it’s abuse. (Not talking about a one off bad period, but every month without fail). I had heavy flows, and pain. After 1 hour I would leak.
One day I was being taken to the doctors for a sore throat and thought “bugger it I’m going to plead for help” so when the doctor asked if there was any thing else I quickly said I had heavy painful periods. He said he could prescribe something for me, my mum refused. (I think it was tanemic acid). She stated that she didn’t want my body interfered with!

Looking for my prized swimming costume aged 11 to hear mum say it had gone in the jumble.
Not any old costume but I had sewn my bronze silver and gold award patches on the front of it and the medals 🏅 which were like mini Olympic medals to me, I had sewn along the hip line with GOLD in pride of place in the middle. I have never achieved or won anything so precious in my life and was so proud of how good I was at something.
I have never spoken of it since but mum realised I was upset when she saw the look on my face at the time. I think about it often, decades later and the thoughtlessness of my mum, now elderly. I’m distressed even writing about it now 😪.
Anyway, I turned out to be a pretty horrible teenager and as an adult I am fairly messed up with anxiety and failed relationships which I can now blame firmly on my mother throwing out my swimming medals like they were trash...

On a not so light note, the stories of bullying and nasty teachers are horrible. Why be a teacher when you clearly hate children?

In the case of RC nuns to 'do your penance on earth' so you were sent to work where you didn't want to.

My brother is the golden child, I have loads of 'salty' resentment. We were once on holiday, we were drivng somewhere and had an overnight stop, somehow my brother and I were put in a double room, but just for one night it would be OK, I was about 10 or 11 he's 2 years older.

When I tried to go to bed he literally kicked me out of the bed.

I tried to get back in, he did the sames, and again until I slept on the floor.

I tried to tell my mum in the morning and got a bollocking for the waste of money paid for a room if I didn't sleep in the bed.

I was late for my first day at high school because my brother is a lazy git. His school was 10 mins walk from home, mine was the other side of town, I had to be there for 8.45, he didn't have to be in school for 9.00, I wasn't allowed to get the bus so every day I would be ready for school and have to wait for him to be ready so my dad could take us both to school by car.

Every day we would set of at 8.40.

As an adult I think, "Why didn't you make him walk?" they would have only needed to do it once.

At my primary school every Y2 group had a school trip to the local Sainsburys for a backstage tour. My older brother and sister had both been in their respective year groups and spoke of the wonders of what they saw

When I got to Y2 the trip never happened

There are quite a few but this really irks me every time I think about it. There was a boy in my class throughout primary school who always seemed to get the best parts in the school concerts. Every year it was the same boy. I always ended up with trivial parts (such as choir or an angel with no words).
The point was that actually there were a few of us who was better at singing and acting. It still pisses me off that they (the teachers) didn’t see the unfairness of always casting the same kid! I expect that kid got a shock at secondary school when he realised he wasn’t the be all and end all!

That we lost a quiz by saying the 7 wonders of the ancient world included the Pharos of Alexandria.
The quiz master said that was incorrect. The right answer was the Lighthouse of Alexandria.