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Someone Wanted To Know: “When Did You Realize Your Family Wasn’t Like Other Families?“, And 30 Delivered
Our world is remarkably diverse; different cultures, beliefs, religions and unique personalities. Every one of us has an individual life goal, and we enjoy things that some might not even dare to try.
Nearly 8 billion individuals are currently walking on the same earth, yet you won't find a person identical to you. The same goes for families – they all come in different sizes, structures and environments.
"When did you realize your family wasn’t like other families?" – this online user turned to one of the most informative subreddits to find out how others discovered that their family was, perhaps, a little atypical. The question has managed to receive just over 2K upvotes and 1.4K worth of comments discussing their relatives.
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When all of my friends wanted to hangout at my house. It was something that I came to appreciate too late in life and with my family I am killing myself to replicate. I may have grown up poor in a wealthy area, but my home was always filled with love and attention from my parents who were good parents. All of my friends spent their teenage years as latch key kids, and always wanted to hangout at my place. I never understood it, and always wanted to get out of the house, but sure enough I was always hanging out with people at my place.
It really struck home for me in my mid twenties when I ran into someone from high school I would hang out with. They almost immediately checked on how my family, made sure my parents were doing good, and stuff like that. I asked about his family and he gave me a brief update and kind of explained how his family was more like friends and my family was more like family. Many of my high school friends found my parents of Facebook and still keep in touch with them. My parents have helped save multiple marriages, give a lot of parenting advice to my old friends, and are god parents to basically a small army.
In 9th grade, my friends held an intervention for me after I came into school crying again. They made me go to the counselor.
They told me to just give some recent examples of stuff my parents said to me.
After 30 minutes of this, I was crying, of course. But what boggled my mind was that *everyone else* in the room was sobbing too. A half dozen other 15 year old girls, and the 30something school counselor.
That was the first time I realized that maybe I didn't deserve it when my parents were mean to me.
I remember sitting with a friend at her kitchen table when we were about 16. We were quietly discussing what we were going to do when we got to go on Senior Skip Day. Her mom came into the kitchen and she asked her mom what she thought about our plans for the day. Her mom gave her opinion on the choices and turned and left the kitchen. I can still remember the look on my face and how wide my mouth dropped open. It wouldn't have mattered one iota that it was a tradition done every year and the staff turned a blind eye to it, there was no way I could discuss anything like that with my parents without severe emotional and/or physical repercussions. Good people but strictly, spare the rod spoil the child; children are to be seen and not heard; do as I say do not as I do; don't talk back to me; I'll give you something to cry about; parents. That someone could talk that openly and trustingly with their parents without fear of reprisal shocked me to my core.
My dad was a stay at home dad and my mom was the breadwinner. At school whenever I was sick/needed to be picked up/any other issue, they would tell me they would “call Mom” but I would insist they not bother her at work and call my dad who was at home and available to get me. Stay at home dads are rare I guess
I remember me and my little sister would have been about 6 and 8. We sat at the top of the stairs, listening to our parents argue, made ourselves dinner and put ourselves to bed.
And she said ‘it’s like we’re their mummy and daddy’ and that memory breaks my heart a bit.
When my husband told me his mom was the only person that cleaned up while her “boys” went outside after meals.
I was raised by my parents to do the dishes but also to expect help from everybody in the house. My reproductive parts don’t dictate who cleans. My parents raised three women to say “FU to misogyny”. I have 2 girls and a son now and I made it painfully clear that our children will all know they are more than what his parents raised him to believe.
When my friends wouldn't hide when their parents came home - in fact they'd go greet them.
To say I was shocked after years of isolation without being in any house but my own is an understatement.
When I was at a friend's house and his mother told me to not say the "N" word because it was a bad word to say.
I didn't know, I had heard it all my life. this was in the late 70's.
I'm glad you were calmly educated, not shamed or yelled at and really took it to heart. Not always possible, but maybe the best way to work against prejudices.
Our parents would give my brother and me "the silent treatment":
They wouldn't speak to us for hours or days at a time, and *never* tell us what they were upset about.
Their goal was to make us feel guilty and ashamed without ever actually making clear what we had supposedly done wrong.
All of the arguing. My parents would have all-out screaming matches in front of us, complete with my dad throwing s**t or breaking things (most infamously, an ornate vase that my mom was given by her late grandmother). I was too young to know anything else, and would always end up hiding in my closet with my baby brother until things had cooled off. In hindsight it makes my heart hurt to remember how scared we were.
My family shows each other love through playful mockery, sarcasm, and arguing loudly about things that don't matter.
Try doing that as your default when you meet new people.
This reminds me of the Bored Panda family, and then come along the Americans who often seem lost amongst the joking.
I guess maybe I was too badly damaged by my mom’s emotional (and other types) abuse… I can’t understand this nor wrap my head around mockery and sarcasm being a sign of love, even if it’s “playful”. Why use mockery at all to express love even if it’s “playful”?
I do the same with my boyfriend now.. he and I had the same kind of household. Joking and Playfully laughing with each other but at the same time there was no short of validation of our love for each other. We would walk through fire for each other but we would laugh when you fall before picking you up 💁🏻♀️😄
Load More Replies...This is my family exactly. Mockery and sarcasm and teasing and even mean names are all terms of endearment and the way we show each other love
All I do is rip on people,mock them and jokingly argue...im now kinda realizing maybe that's not what I should be don't at age 32
This is my family! If we aren't making fun of you, we don't like you.. But, i still have a hard time remembering that some people are not built like that. It can ruin relationships.
This was my entire family. I have like 30 Cousins. I do not hang out with them as an adult. But when I do have to be around them, and they joke this way, I “joke” back, but I’m actually literally telling them about themselves. They retreat. Too grown for bullying. I had terrible self esteem because of them.
Grew up the only girl w 3 bros n my dad. Took my Ex for Ever to teach me to hug not punch to show love 😅 still only partially worked
My family is the exact same. Took me so long to express love to other people Normally.
I grew up with a lot of teasing and sarcasm. I've come to firmly believe that sarcasm is an expression of anger. You may love the person, but if you're being sarcastic, you're angry at them for something. I've come to a point where I'd rather address my anger in a healthy way than be sarcastic at someone I love. It still comes out occasionally. It's a hard habit to break.
Sounds familar but you learn to socialis though its great when you meet someone else who has been there, you both tear strips off each other and becomes close friends.
That's not showing love. That's bullying. Don't normalise it.
As a family, this is our mechanism for dealing with stress and disaster, and grief. We also laugh at inappropriate moments, and seem to have this emotional and mental connection where all we have to do is look at each other and "get" it. people who are outsiders often think we're weird.
Yeah, if you didn't know my humor you'd think I was a c**t. I act like my daughter (16) is always getting on my nerves with my eye roll and sigh, but the eye roll and sigh means she can go do whatever she's asking permission to do. We've also always treated her like a little adult which has made her extremely mature very early on. She's an awesome child and my absolute favorite person who I am very sarcastic to which she fully appreciates my stupidity.
I'm similar... and to look deeper into the comment of "Try doing that as your default when you meet new people"... if I look back to my high-school days when my friends and I made jabs at each other, and my family did too... I imagine I made comments like this towards all sorts of people in school, and I worry now if some of them thought I was bullying them, or took it personally.
I was born to a strong, independent single mom. My father passed away of ALS when I was infant. My mom never remarried. I realized from a pretty young age my family situation was not like most. Like my mom treated me more like a friend than a son. She gave serious credence to my opinions and let me do basically whatever I wanted so long as it wasn't illegal or cruel.
Major kudos to all those single parents out there. Your job is hard and tiresome but so many of you do such an amazing job!
When I realized some kids are excited to see their
Dad come home from work. As opposed to me and my brother going to our rooms and shutting our doors when we heard the garage open
My Mom was a hoarder. I hated for my friends and boyfriends to come in my house but her and my step dad insisted. I was treated like trash because everyone knew what a filthy place I lived in. People would say why don’t y’all clean that place up? Well, because hoarders won’t let you clean it up. Every time, we tried, she would throw a huge fit, so we stopped trying.
I remember many many times being woke up in the early wee hours of the morning, and being outside, regardless of the weather, digging through garbage bags because I made the mistake of trying to clean the house and threw out some minuscule, ridiculous piece of paper that she just HAD TO HAVE IMMEDIATELY! Or her scissors were missing. Or either parent couldn't find something in the hoard and I had to find it for them because I was the oldest and they couldn't find it because I must have touched it. Did I mention I still had to go to school later that day?
when I realized that other families tell each other they love each other lmao.
When I stopped homeschooling and I met other kids that weren't afraid of their parents.
As a kid my friends used to tell me my mom (adopted single no A father) hated me. I never really understood why until I processed the trauma she caused me as an adult. That it wasn't normal to always be blamed for everything, told how much she wished she never adopted me, never being hug loved on or any affection, or A home cooked meal. I thank every day for my Pappaw as he was the only one I felt truly believed in me. I left home at 13 an haven't looked back.
I’m genuinely so mad and confused. It’s such a massive process to adopt. Like it’s not a last minute decision that you made, you are made completely aware of the responsibilities that fall on you as a parent. If you can live up to that standard, why have kids? Why adopt?
The first time was when I heard my friend in college tell his dad he loved him at the end of a phone call. My dad has said it to me maybe three times in my life.
Real eye-opener was in therapy when I realized I never felt true love or even support or compassion from them. Cutting them off was easy because I was never made to feel like I was allowed to need help from either of my parents after the age of maybe twelve.
I wish I could empathize with how my wife feels about missing her dad (he died very young). I'm as supportive and helpful as I can be, but I have no strong feelings about the idea of never seeing my parents again.
It’s very lovely of you to be so supportive to your wife even though you don’t truly understand her feelings, so good on you for that! Hopefully your new family can provide you with lots of love and your cared for
My friend talked back to his mom so casually and I thought that she was gonna do something but she didn’t.
If I talked back to my mom I would’ve gotten the belt
When a guest or whoever it is joins us for an evening and at some point through the night you look over to them and they're sitting in their seat just staring around the room, a look of confusion and shock on their face while trying to figure out wtf is going on and attempting to make sense of things.
For context when I say my family I'm including aunties, uncles and cousins. We get together once a week at my grandmother's house and it can get pretty overwhelming if you're not used to it. There's about 30 of us in total. The youngest person is 2 y.o and the eldest is 82
When I got to college and most of my friends parents were divorced. That was an eye opener. A lot of people were astounded my parents were still married and a lot assumed they were divorced around the holidays. It was wild coming from my parents who have been together for 40 years and my grandparents who were together for 73.
We never eat at the dinner table ever
Yeah it was so rare for me that I still don't eat at the table. Kinda makes me sad
When my friend’s mom talked to him about something he did wrong instead of smacking him around and getting yelled at.
Growing up I thought every family had “the naughty corner” lol. Still better than be hit
When I found out that it was not normal that all parents drive around their kids, take them to soccer practice, to friends' houses, fetch them at the bus stop when it's cold outside and the next bus takes over 30 minutes to arrive, fetch them at 3 am from a party, things like that. Made me appreciate my parents even more.
My parents are like this…..except I’m a introvert and barely go anywhere lmao so I’m easy for them. My siblings however…..
When I started my own family. My girlfriends family are all so close ,they always have big birthdays and everyone's there, they call each other and show concern when somethings wrong , they help us out even when we don't ask , even ask me how everything's going in my life and how's work and what not. I never got that from anyone in my family not even a simple" I love you"
i can’t remember what he was talking about but when a teacher in middle school said “it’s not like they’re going to announce over the intercom “so and do’s dad is drunk on school premises please send them down to the office” and all the other kids laughed like it was a joke but it was an actual fear of mine
Around the age of 11. My mother passed away when i was 9 and i found out she had cheated on her husband(my dad)and than she was pregnant with me. (She already had other kids with him) When i was around 4-5 she left him for my biological father(just that kind of selfish jerk with anger issues..) and after she died we had to do DNA test and it turned out the person i loved the most wasn't even my "real" dad.. i can't even imagine how he had to feel. And from that time i wasn't able to see him that much, but the side of family, of my biological father hate me so much(mainly his mother) we had to live here for 2 years and she really did let me know that no one wanted me to be alive and i just ruined everything by being born..
Family dinners last no longer than 10 minutes, including holidays.
Conversations don't really sound genuine and insightful. More like, just acknowledging eachother's existences.
No natural bonding over anything, everything feels forced.
Not very inclusive in any degree, just feels like we don't want eachother in our businesses.
The ever present tension between members that suggests anything could break down in a minute's notice. And they will.
My parents are exactly like George Costanza’s parents. It’s impossible for either one of them to make it through any story if there is a date, time, location or anything that they might disagree upon and bicker about mid story. When I hear other peoples parents communicate I feel like my brain is getting a massage.
When I started socializing with other kids, about kindergarten and forward, I realized that not everyone lives the same way I and my family do. Some had it better. Some were about the same. Some had it worse. Also, when the family gossip and secrets started coming out as I got into my teens, I realized that my family has a lot of skeletons in the closet that I refuse to inherit.
When my friends would meet my family for the first time and go "Okay, your family actually IS weird, you weren't kidding!"
This article could be retitled "The moment children realised they were in an abusive home environment". Some of these were harrowing!
Yeah, this whole post is depressing. :(
Load More Replies...I recognize my family in far too many of these. It astounded me how many are sensitive to it. Be grateful you didn't grow up with this as your norm.
I've always known my family was weird, but I think our crowning moment was when I went home for a visit. The dogs started barking and howling (usual), I joined in (also not unusual), and then both my parents came in for the chorus. Our neighbours must be real greatful that we don't live any closer.
Im actually getting worried....I can relate to everything written above
It was strange to me to meet other kids who lived in the same house they were born in. I moved ten times by age 18, though thankfully the last nine years of that was in the same city. Went to three different schools in first grade, mother married and divorced three times by the time I was twelve, couple of a**hole boyfriends after that. I didn’t realize growing up that what I was missing was stability.
When i was in college i realized how "weird" my family was. My friend was surprised how i am more friends with my parents then the typical parents/Kid relationship. I got away with making fun of them, using jokes with profanities (as long as they weren't meant to insult them, but used in/as a punchline)... At my 18 birthday (drinking age in my country) my parents threw an amazing garden party for me, and they promised to spend the night in the house, not bothering us at all. They were up till 3 am, got drunk as f**k with us, And my friends regulerly asked my parents to party with us after that. 13 years later, everytime i run into some od those friends, they alwaystalk about how awesome that party was And how my parents were cool 😂😂😂😂
I was one of the few children at my school with parents that were happily married. My best friend and I bonded over that for many years before his parents broke up and I struggle now to talk about my family life to most people without worrying that I will make it awkward
I feel this in the contrast between my family and my partner’s family. I thought all parents were loving, curious, warm, enthusiastic, positive. My partner’s family, despite not seeing him/us for 2 years and lots of things going on in our life, don’t ask any questions and seem totally disinterested in even talking to him. If we try and tell them things they look bored and start talking over us about something irrelevant. They’ve never praised him or encouraged him. They use emotional blackmail and blame constantly. It’s all horrible. I remember earlier on in our (long!) relationship him saying that he looked forward to my parents calling, but never wanted to call his. At the time I thought that was weird. But now I totally get it. Unfortunately he isn’t ready/able to cut them out so he’s stuck in this situation.
Not really me, but i have a half brother. The only one of us born in America, his father, my step father, is an Amerian. My little brother more than a decade younger. He had a very difficult time through grade school with the rest of us speaking a foreign language. Was embarrassed to bring friends to the house. My step dad quickly learned to understand, if not speak the language. But my brother would get angry if we spoke to him in Portuguese. He would yell that "I don't speak Spanish". He knew it wasn't Spanish. Now in his thirties he regrets not learning the language. But it was hard for him as a kid.
That's little weird... If He grew up like this, i would assume he would be, if not fluent, then at least comfortable in both languages. If you speak portuguese around him since his infancy, he should be able to learn... Was there any reason He didn't pick up on one of the two languages you spoke to him?
Load More Replies...Number two reminds me of my time in school. In wasn´t really anything dramatic like that, but I too received an Intervention of sorts from my classmates: In germany, during german class, we would do stuff like reading books or poems and analyzing them and stuff. At the End of my school time, when I was in class ten (no further edu after that) we were reading anne franks diary. And I was bored to hell because we were currently doing WW2 in history class as well, and did it the year before and I just had it with that subject! So I refused to buy the book myself and got by reading with the classmate sitting beside me. After some months of this, shortly before a big test on the book where I obviously couldn´t read with anybody else, some of my classmates came to me before school, gave me some money and said :" After school you are going to buy the damn book, kay?" I was so shocked by that, i bought it. Why is this noteworthy? Because I am not a social guy.
Continue: I barely talked to anybody outside of standard pleasantries or if they talked to me first. And I definitively did not consider any of them a friend, but they still gave me the money to save my bacon, or I would have tanked the test.
Load More Replies...When my parents actually allowed kitten no.4 to be accepted and adopted into the family. To this day, the number has increase to 7 cats and my mom doesn't even bat an eyelash anymore, dad more or less just rolled with it. Guess we're a bunch of "cat ladies" LOL.
some are *shrug*, but many make me think that being a parent should need a license.
In the 80's there was always a stigma about having a single mom. When I got older I realized that my home life was far more normal than any of my friends who had two parents. My friends used to think it was weird that my brother and I would always hug, kiss, and tell our mom that we loved her when leaving the house. I didn't know that most families didn't do that. I do it with my kids too. They've never been embarrassed or asked me not to, even at school drop off.
This article could be retitled "The moment children realised they were in an abusive home environment". Some of these were harrowing!
Yeah, this whole post is depressing. :(
Load More Replies...I recognize my family in far too many of these. It astounded me how many are sensitive to it. Be grateful you didn't grow up with this as your norm.
I've always known my family was weird, but I think our crowning moment was when I went home for a visit. The dogs started barking and howling (usual), I joined in (also not unusual), and then both my parents came in for the chorus. Our neighbours must be real greatful that we don't live any closer.
Im actually getting worried....I can relate to everything written above
It was strange to me to meet other kids who lived in the same house they were born in. I moved ten times by age 18, though thankfully the last nine years of that was in the same city. Went to three different schools in first grade, mother married and divorced three times by the time I was twelve, couple of a**hole boyfriends after that. I didn’t realize growing up that what I was missing was stability.
When i was in college i realized how "weird" my family was. My friend was surprised how i am more friends with my parents then the typical parents/Kid relationship. I got away with making fun of them, using jokes with profanities (as long as they weren't meant to insult them, but used in/as a punchline)... At my 18 birthday (drinking age in my country) my parents threw an amazing garden party for me, and they promised to spend the night in the house, not bothering us at all. They were up till 3 am, got drunk as f**k with us, And my friends regulerly asked my parents to party with us after that. 13 years later, everytime i run into some od those friends, they alwaystalk about how awesome that party was And how my parents were cool 😂😂😂😂
I was one of the few children at my school with parents that were happily married. My best friend and I bonded over that for many years before his parents broke up and I struggle now to talk about my family life to most people without worrying that I will make it awkward
I feel this in the contrast between my family and my partner’s family. I thought all parents were loving, curious, warm, enthusiastic, positive. My partner’s family, despite not seeing him/us for 2 years and lots of things going on in our life, don’t ask any questions and seem totally disinterested in even talking to him. If we try and tell them things they look bored and start talking over us about something irrelevant. They’ve never praised him or encouraged him. They use emotional blackmail and blame constantly. It’s all horrible. I remember earlier on in our (long!) relationship him saying that he looked forward to my parents calling, but never wanted to call his. At the time I thought that was weird. But now I totally get it. Unfortunately he isn’t ready/able to cut them out so he’s stuck in this situation.
Not really me, but i have a half brother. The only one of us born in America, his father, my step father, is an Amerian. My little brother more than a decade younger. He had a very difficult time through grade school with the rest of us speaking a foreign language. Was embarrassed to bring friends to the house. My step dad quickly learned to understand, if not speak the language. But my brother would get angry if we spoke to him in Portuguese. He would yell that "I don't speak Spanish". He knew it wasn't Spanish. Now in his thirties he regrets not learning the language. But it was hard for him as a kid.
That's little weird... If He grew up like this, i would assume he would be, if not fluent, then at least comfortable in both languages. If you speak portuguese around him since his infancy, he should be able to learn... Was there any reason He didn't pick up on one of the two languages you spoke to him?
Load More Replies...Number two reminds me of my time in school. In wasn´t really anything dramatic like that, but I too received an Intervention of sorts from my classmates: In germany, during german class, we would do stuff like reading books or poems and analyzing them and stuff. At the End of my school time, when I was in class ten (no further edu after that) we were reading anne franks diary. And I was bored to hell because we were currently doing WW2 in history class as well, and did it the year before and I just had it with that subject! So I refused to buy the book myself and got by reading with the classmate sitting beside me. After some months of this, shortly before a big test on the book where I obviously couldn´t read with anybody else, some of my classmates came to me before school, gave me some money and said :" After school you are going to buy the damn book, kay?" I was so shocked by that, i bought it. Why is this noteworthy? Because I am not a social guy.
Continue: I barely talked to anybody outside of standard pleasantries or if they talked to me first. And I definitively did not consider any of them a friend, but they still gave me the money to save my bacon, or I would have tanked the test.
Load More Replies...When my parents actually allowed kitten no.4 to be accepted and adopted into the family. To this day, the number has increase to 7 cats and my mom doesn't even bat an eyelash anymore, dad more or less just rolled with it. Guess we're a bunch of "cat ladies" LOL.
some are *shrug*, but many make me think that being a parent should need a license.
In the 80's there was always a stigma about having a single mom. When I got older I realized that my home life was far more normal than any of my friends who had two parents. My friends used to think it was weird that my brother and I would always hug, kiss, and tell our mom that we loved her when leaving the house. I didn't know that most families didn't do that. I do it with my kids too. They've never been embarrassed or asked me not to, even at school drop off.