Things you hated about your childhood.

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Most of it I guess.......I spent a lot of time reading to escape or sometimes I just hung out alone outside and let my mind wander. The only times I ever really remember having much fun was when me, my brother, my sister and cousin where just hanging out together.

-But yeah I got picked on and taken advantage of by students, some of my family(whether intentional or not).
-My parents would always get along well for a week and either be in screaming matches or not talking to each other the next week.
-I always have had a sense of not belonging anywhere, I still have that.
-I socially isolated myself a lot of the time
-I spent a lot of time wishing I could have friends but I could not bring myself to talk to anyone
but yeah those are some major things i remember not liking.

I can list so many things I hated in my childhood. Here are some of them:

Getting into trouble when I defend myself
Kids making fun of the way I talked
Being called mean when I kept having accidents on these green monkey bars
Being called a show off due to my weird behavior
Being singled out by my friends
Being discriminated by the school staff and other kids
Being reminded about how different I am
Being in a special ed classroom full time for two years taking away my normal school life
Having a mean nanny
Going to daycare and having an ignorant teacher who didn't want to work with me
Being taken out of school for a few months when I was 12
Being bad when I was 16
Mom getting mad at me for my issues

And I used to think I had a horrible childhood because I thought me being different ruined it and my ear infections and me being speech delayed. Then I started to hear horrible stories by people about what their childhood is like and it made me realize mine was pretty normal and a lot better than theirs because of what kind of parents I had so what am I thinking? We were free of violence, and dysfunctional parents, and parents who always punish me for my issues thinking I was being a brat. But mistakes were made of course and I can't blame them.

1- Wars
2- Severe Abdominal migraine that lasted for years
3- Bullying , being aliened , school life in general ....you're all familiar with.
4- Academic performance
5- Helicopter parenting
6- No real friends.
7- Myself
8-"Oh, look how short he is!"

Bullying and my inadequate response to it.

Being gullible.

Being wildly clumsy.

Always being bullied, made fun of, and let people walk all over me (in a figurative sense of course). Which is probably at least partly why I'm sociopathic now.

ah, and that.

Being ganged up on by my sister, she stole my friends and generally treated me like a freak.
Being bullied by kids and teachers at school

My childhood apart from that was generally okay. I enjoyed my time quietly playing with my toy cats on my own.

The fact that I knew I saw the world so different than others but I didn't know why. The world seemed so strange and confusing.
The fact I dealt with a lot of social isolation
The fact that I always felt I was messed up but didn't know why.
The fact that I had trouble connecting (bonding) with my parents.

enough said, I am happy to be an adult now.

Fortunately I was not picked on in school really. I was just lonely and quiet. Some of my earliest memories are of standing in the schoolyard confused at what I was supposed to do, unable to interact with the other kids. Many kids just struck me as being painfully loud and stupid. By high school I idly wondered if I was evil because hearing kids laugh and have fun was so very overwhelming and stressful for me.

I am latina but my parents were racist and overprotective, so I wasn't allowed to have friends or go over people's houses, or play outside.

My dad was at work a lot, I remember wistfully standing at my porch at night watching the cars go by hoping each one was my dad finally arriving.

My mom was always mean and had a bad temper, especially after my dad left. One day in middle school she sent me to school with a bloody swollen lip, when she dropped me off I started crying pretty hard. People at school led me to principals office where I sat a while. In the end they decided it was none of their business and did nothing.

I was obsessed with daydreaming, until middle school or high school and started being obsessed with boys instead. I guess it does not sound like a big deal but it was very painful.

I had/have thick very curly hair, Getting my hair combed was torture, especially washing it was a terrible ordeal full of pain and crying. In elementary school they made us take swimming, but it would make my hair get ridiculously tangled up and frizzy. My mom told me to just pretend I was sick so I wouldn't have to get in the pool, but then the teacher was mad at me because I was obviously lying every week.

I hated waking up early in the morning, and going to school and having to wait outside in the freezing numbing cold. It's not until recently I've finally realized that most people really aren't as sensitive to the cold as I am.

When I was kid I just hated being alive. I'd walk around muttering that I wished I were dead. I only remember that because one time another girl heard me say that and said I shouldn't because then it might come true. I'd go to bed at night hoping I would never wake up. Meanwhile while I was trying to sleep my mom would be yelling angrily at people over the phone with no regard to the fact I was trying to sleep.

Early on I realized I was growing up in a negative environment. Falling asleep I could see these dark imaginary insects swarming around me and feeding off the negative energy. At school I would lose my temper and swear at people but quickly realize that it was uncalled for, but that's how people treated each other at home so it was a habit. So that was just another reason to withdraw, so I wouldn't hurt anyone.

All my family members seem to care about is "what will other people say?" It's all about dressing right and being ladylike, forget about being a good fair person. Interactions are all about trying to make people feel guilty. Recently I realized how messed up it is, for example, they'll go on and on criticizing me or someone else for not having "good manners", but at the same time completely neglect at teaching good manners, both verbally and by example.

Even recently someone complained about how as I kid I shied away at greeting an uncle with a hug or anything. This is a dude that my mom would always call a repulsive chauvinist pig, a guy who got in trouble for slipping roofies in women's drinks.

My parents never wanted to do anything fun, almost no birthday parties, xmas celebrations or gifts. If someone gave me a present my mom would take it and give it away to someone else. My parents almost never bought me any toys whatsoever as I kid, unless you count the ones they stole from Globe Santa. I had this beloved toy unicorn though, but one night my mom broke it hitting my sister with it for staying up too late.

My mom was not above stealing my meager allowance for school lunch money that my dad gave me.

If I cried for any reason my family would just make fun of me and threaten to hit me.

My family was not poor at all, but we lived in the crappiest neighborhood in the city, and I went to the some of the worst public schools in the country until I got into a gifted program. In fourth grade there issues with kids bringing weapons to school. My parents were just cheap, I'd have to wear socks with holes in them, unless of course I was in a situation where someone outside the immediate family might see them. My dad is raising a new family now though with another woman and now suddenly he cares about moving to another country and sending his kids to private school and putting them in a positive environment.

My mom just treated me like I was a repulsive creature. In kindergarten or preschool the first time I made her a mother's day card in class... I forget exactly what she did when I gave it to her, but it was such a negative experience that I made never gave them to her again. Of course now she likes to complain if I don't give her a mother's day card. If I tried to do something novel (weird), look for new ways of doing things, my mom would say "why are you always inventing things?" like that's a bad thing. I've always been independant and free-thinking, and people respond with crap about how I'm "trying to be white" or "trying to be black", trying to be something.

I had trouble eating, I was very picky. Sitting down to eat my family had this messed up "no talking allowed" rule.

I never had my own room until my older siblings moved out. There was a while where I slept on a cushion on the floor. Every night before sleep I'd have to check under the blankets for cockroaches. I had no expectation of respect or privacy. When I locked the door while showering my mom would beat on the door and scream at me, and make some messed up comments about me being a slut who'd let men see me naked but not her.

That's not all,but I can't think of anything else at the moment. When you're a kid it is hard to see what is messed up because you do not have any other childhood to compare it to.

That I had to endure it sober.

I think asperger's was a good buffer for me, I was so unaware of the world around me that it couldn't get me.

My childhood included bullying at school, mental abuse from my father, physical abuse from my mother, and sexual abuse from my neighbour and a hospital worker when I was young too, but that doesn't really bother me too much. Bullying in my teens was a bigger issue, it got really very bad, but then in high school I totally shut-down, I decided I was sick of my friends fighting with each other all the time so I stopped spending time with them, and I decided to stop doing any sort of school work - I spent most of high school sitting silent, shut-down in the teachers room.

It hurt me a lot that when I was little when no one taught me, if it wasn't due to my being 'special' (most schools wouldn't take me as they thought I was too stupid to be in mainstream schools - I wasn't, I was in and out of special classes all the time as I was too 'special' for classes but FAR too smart for classes let alone the special classes) then it was down to teachers being scared of my fathers reaction if they tried to go near me. My education was down to me, struggling to get through classes and learn things when I didn't fully understand English and had no input or support from teachers...I think that's it really, when I started to realise there was a world around me with people in it the whole issue of having no connection or communication with others started to get to me.

I remember at about 6 years old I was locked in my room and could hear other kids playing in the street, I got so upset I asked Jesus for help (point: I wasn't Christian, but my school was pretty Christian, so thought it was worth a try asking this Jesus person for help), when I got no help I planned to kill myself by jumping out my window - it was only 1st story, but I thought the corner of the pavement below could have cracked my skull open - but my kid logic decided I couldn't do that because my dad would get mad at my for breaking my window.

I should really have a far more traumatic account of my childhood, it was enough to have driven anyone else to insanity, but asperger's protected me, and my memory is so screwed these days I remember enough of the bad stuff to know it happened but not how it felt.

Cool.

I hate my childhood, so thank you. No way in hell would I choose to go through it again. My mother has always had these grunt, mumble, and hiss sounds when she would quietly talk to herself. To this day, that mumble drives me up the wall faster than a stubbed toe, and it makes me feel extremly uncomfortable. Every morning my sister and I had to wake up to her funancial groans. Our parents didn't love each other, and they unintentionaly showed it. They were cold to one another, always pointing the finger to each other in blame. Father would blame us for a variety of financial trouble.

I was bullied in school, and issolated in school and girl scouting. I had impairments for a time due to bullying and isolation. It didn't even take alot of emotional support to help me improove, but did it have to come along when I was an adult?!

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The house I grew up in is still small, very run down, and always had spider and bug infestations. This apartment I am in now is vastly better, and it isn't even luxury. Just about every kid we met had a room of their own. My sister had the first birthday party. I got my first, after she had two of them. I'm the first born, and one year older. I had to wait for my little sister to be old enough to ear pierce, so we could both get ear pierceings. Our cloths were hand downs from a girl that lived up the hill, and my sister insists they were new cloths given to special little me, to this day.

I still wet the bed. It's kind of a mental genetic thing. I had a relative that did this. (I leak to. Life sucks!) I hated being around that smal mean group of girls in our scout troup. Ugh! If I interacted with them ever, they would be really mean. (One of them had a small sister that was pretty cool though.) For about 10 years, our group would have a sleep out at one of the schools each year. It was very hard to go to sleep! I didn't have bed pads back then, and if you wet the sack, every troup child on campous would soon hear about it, because it amused all the perfect bladders.

One time, the grade school I miserably attended had a reading sleep over. I have the news paper article still. All black hair, and one little blond haired kid in the back with her head tilt. That was me back there.

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I didn't get compliments. I didn't get talent acknowledgement either. I'm still pretty sure that everyone saw "that brainless girl" when it came to me. I had auditory problems worse back then, and it made it impossible to take tests in quiet places. The adults of course used this as another reason to think "mentaly challenged", but with an averege IQ. The other kids would, of course, make fun of me for not finishing the questions.

After I finally left the hell hole called school, my Father decided he would start being more verbaly and emotionaly abusive. These days he does it only occasionaly, like the scared bully he is. "They know when and where to hide." My sister would say things to hurt my feelings for a little while to. (she actualy nicknamed me Father "Mr. Cheep scate. )

There. My childhood was 83% lonely, emotionaly devastateing, and subtly over demanding. No wander I feel like s**t all the time!

Being bullied from 7-16
Being bullied from 16-17 at college
Being bullied from 17-18 by a teacher
Being bullied from 22-25 at university

You get the point,

Everything was okay for me till about 1st grade when the concept of social hierarchy was introduced. Ever since then I have been very angry with the giant lie that everyone told me about "everyone is created equal." My anger with this lie reached the point where I became a communist in high school to try and force this lie back into truth, but of course it didn't. Maybe I was just mad that I couldn't meet any women. Once I went online though, I started meeting women and it felt good to finally have someone to listen to me about my problems. So I guess that helped me mellow down. I'm still not happy, but atleast I'm not nearly as angry as I used to be.

Oh yes I feel like ranting... I'll make a list with bolded sections! Sorry, it's a bit long.

0-10
- I was really odd and made few friends, though I didn't notice or mind as much at the time
- really overprotective parents (we didn't live in a bad neighborhood, but I couldn't go outside at all without supervision, or see friends at their houses much)
- from the beginning never understood social hierarchy, so here commences a horrible relationship with my parents

Hmm must be pretty common
- Extremely shy. I cried once when I was called on during the quiet game after (inevitably) winning, and from then on I deliberately lost.
- Well, not that bad at all so far.

10-13 or 14
My father never learned to control himself, apparently. God, it makes me angry. Also, occasionally being treated like his miserable dog. (being dragged down the street crying, yelled at all the time)
- being bullied, mostly on the bus, by my (well, former) friend's boyfriend. Weird.
- moved across the city, lost a couple great friends and got way shy again
- began getting really moody, and seriously believed I'd never live to be 18 (suicide)
- got really paranoid about my new classmates, thinking they were talking about me behind my back and plotting against me (how justified I was is debatable)
- extremely uncomfortable with my sexuality
- having next to no privacy: my parents literally had no idea why I would be unhappy with them entering my room when I was naked

14-17?
- even moodier, having real serious bouts of depression and anxiety
- a complete loner, so no friends to count on
- sexually harrassed by this one guy who really had it in for me
- problems with anger and really weird sleeping patterns
- inability to deal with school
- started skipping school increasingly often, so my parents told me I would never graduate (despite being in the top 5%, recognized and all)
- forced to see a couple therapists, culminating in bad experiences unfortunately
- being constantly accused of having various mental illnesses my parents know little about, and strongly encouraged to take medications they know less about
- still very socially awkward and naive, if less so than earlier

Ahh it comes off so negative! Not that it hasn't sucked, but it hasn't been all bad for me. It's probably not even unusual, except for how socially awkward I am. I'm still 17, so it's not over and I haven't dealt with my problems yet.

OP: I wanted to be put into foster care but I had 2 bros (I'm in mid, go figure) & didnt want them to also be forced into that. whaddaya know, not a year later after that time at age 11or12 we became homeless for most of 1yr. I hate:
that my parents both got to attend good colleges for free, right up their alley, Cal Berkeley way back (pops won a scholarship no one had good enough grades to receive, set-up at the latest in the 1880's, waiting) & ma won an art scholarship, both failed & never utilized skils