Every family has its own little quirks. It becomes all too obvious when strangers come to live together at some point in their lives. Think about your roommate or partner. The most basic of everyday things and what people consider normal and acceptable varies. And they are very different.
It’s no wonder people grow up and realize that not everything that happened in their parent’s home was actually normal. there is.
Think about parents who don’t make their kids laugh when they’re lying down, or kids who are only allowed to shower once a week.These are just one of the countless controversial family rules people have confessed these are online thread.
When I was 14, my mother forbade me from taking selfies. I said they were unnecessary and self-absorbing. This was her 2009 and I hated her. All my friends were posting cute ‘camera reflected in bathroom mirror’ pics, but I couldn’t. I appreciate these pics now because they are finicky af.
My mother wouldn’t let me touch my brother. Side hugs were fine for photo ops and post-fight reconciliations, but no cuddles. And her definition of wanting to cuddle was him leaning over me on the couch when he was sick. When I was younger, she made me feel like I was a pervert, and I still didn’t know what I was doing. One time, while traveling by car (whooping cough made me feel terribly ill), I found myself sprawled in her backseat, her head touching her brother’s leg. she flipped over. “No, no, no, no, I’m on your side.” He was 10! I was 15! I am mama??
For all wizards, there is no Harry Potter.
Now I could figure out the rules, except for one thing: I was allowed to play DnD, read LotR, and have friends who were literally occultists. No Harry Potter.
My dad grounded us when toilet paper was misplaced. he wants it to go down. I am married and in my own home so it always goes too far.
It’s a sock tax.
Smart in retrospect. I hated it at the time.
So I left my dirty socks around the house. I don’t know why I take my socks off here and there, I was a damn kid. I think I was sloppy, but I happened to have to take off my socks on the spot. Parents were fed up with this. So for each sock he had to pay a quarter to get the dirty socks back. It doesn’t seem like a big deal at first, but when you’re 9, it adds up. I was running out of damn socks and had to literally nickel and dime through a few pairs. Finally, I got into the habit of picking up socks for a while and things seemed to go well, but then I had a heavy relapse.
My parents gave me a big box of dirty socks and a few new pairs for Christmas that year. It got better after that. Typing this makes me smile. i love my mom and dad
“It takes less than a quarter!” Giving up on something and saying “I can’t” wasn’t allowed. She wanted to encourage us to look for solutions and seek help instead of just giving up. In the long run, I went to electrical engineering school and now I’m essentially her web developer problem-solving all day long, so I guess that helped.
I was told that my friends could not stay because they might kill me and my family. My parents have always come up with weird excuses to avoid honest conversations.
I wasn’t allowed to sit on my bed. I would be in trouble if my friend sat on my bed and crumpled his sheets. They had to keep them crisp and ironed, which was almost impossible.
Not crazy, but I was never allowed to say it was boring. When I said too many times, I was made to sit without doing anything for about an hour. I quickly learned that anything is better than sitting around and doing nothing!
My family had three valid excuses. If one of them fits the situation, you no longer matter. Consequences of the actions had to be dealt with, such as cleaning up the mess, but there was no additional punishment.
1. Dad… In my defense you weren’t supposed to know.
Maybe my parents were supposed to be out of town until Sunday, but they came back early at night to find my friends and I facing shit and litter everywhere. “Dad, you shouldn’t have known. I was going to clean it all up and you’ll never know.”
2. Dad, in my defense…it was funny!
This mostly covered pranks on each other. There is no punishment, but you had to be ready for them to one-up you.
3. Dad…in my defense…there were snakes…
obvious.
My mom didn’t allow me to use the dishwasher until I was a teenager in case I slipped, fell into the open dishwasher, and stabbed myself with a knife.
She also didn’t like me getting things for myself. When I asked her where her board was, she wouldn’t tell me. I would say ‘tell me and I can get it’ but no, I have to wait for her to stop whatever she was doing to get it for me. It drove me crazy because when I kept begging to get it myself she would shout that I was demanding it. Why do you think it’s so hard?
If I sneeze, I can’t leave the house, and since I was born on a Tuesday, I can’t do anything new on Tuesday. A crazy superstition my mom refuses to let go of.
Not my family, but my best friend’s family always rinsed the ice with water before pouring the drink into the glass to “wash out the mechanical bugs.”
My mother always had a white sofa. A cross-section type that invites you to be large and fluffy.
No one can sit on this sofa or even breathe near it. Don’t forget to mention this to incoming companies.
I often wonder why the f**k is there.
I can only drink half a glass of milk at a time. After I drank it, I was able to drink another half glass. But not full. I was told it was because milk was expensive and I didn’t want to waste it.
– Not me, but my best friend who is 18 can’t close the door (even if she’s dressed). -If she leaves her bedroom light on, there is an additional $10 fee. – She’s Harry Potter, Twilight, etc… You’re not allowed to see anything related to magic or evil spirits. 1 week hiatus and her $5 fee
Mom’s parents didn’t make their children laugh while they were lying down. Whenever someone told a joke, if someone was lying down, they had to get up and laugh.
We weren’t allowed to cut our hair…it was near our knees (it wasn’t religious or cultural.idk). When I turned 18 and was finally able to shave my hair, my hair stylist said she had over a foot of split ends she had shed. .
Our weirdest rule was the underwear rule at the table. Me and her three sisters loved getting naked when we were younger, so from the age of 3 to her 8, when we got home from daycare or school, we all had to be naked, regardless of who was home. started immediately. So my mom enacted underwear on the table rules, stating that everyone had to wear at least underwear at dinner otherwise they wouldn’t have dinner.
This worked for a while and was later complemented by the rule that if you have chest hair you must wear a shirt (this applied more to my father than to us).
There was only one bathroom that everyone could share. wherever we move. He always has one bathroom, so if someone is using it forever in the bathroom and you need to use it, sit on the bed of the person in the bathroom and wait until that person comes out. I was sitting So, if you happen to pee yourself… ever.
I had to stare at the toilet when I played the prank.
I did – humiliating, unphysical, and pretty funny in hindsight. my dad is a joker
We weren’t allowed to walk in the dining room. Nothing pissed my mom off more than leaving footprints in the OCD vacuum cleaner line on the carpet. Sometimes her brother and I would sneak through after her mother was asleep. All three of us had no idea who the culprit was, so one of us was banned for a week for passing by. Other than this rule, and we weren’t allowed to sit on our bed, it’s so strange because she was otherwise generous.
At dinner, we had to discuss three things we had learned that day. We couldn’t have dessert without three important things to discuss.
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