“My Mother Said I ‘Ruined Her Birthday’”: 30 Times People Saw Just How Toxic Their Family Was
Having a loving, caring family is not a given. You can be so used to your daily life that you don’t notice the problems that look obvious to others. However, when you look at your situation from an outsider’s perspective, you might notice some glaring red flags that you previously missed. Some things cannot be unlearned or unseen.
The members of the AskReddit community opened up about some of the most sensitive experiences from their past. They shared the moments the scales finally fell from their eyes and they realized that their family was toxic. Read on for their vulnerable and powerful stories.
Warning, Pandas, many of these stories hit hard. Some of them can make you feel very uncomfortable if you’ve experienced something similar in the past.
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When I realized what sex was and that my family shouldn't be doing it to me. Not kidding, f****d up childhood.
My therapist stopped trying to get us to communicate and started giving me tips to survive until I could move out.
This happened to me. School counsellor started by giving me coping tips and telling me to talk to my family about my feelings….but eventually helped me find a place to go in 12th grade (my older best friend was away at university but we called her parents together and they were happy to let me move into my bff’s old bedroom) and helped me figure out how to pack my things and get out discreetly. I basically packed a bag and ran away. My parents and I have a much better relationship now but in my teens and early 20s it was awful, I thought we were going to go no-contact for the rest of our lives.
I was 8 and sitting in my new babysitter's apartment having an asthma attack. I was very allergic to cats and my mom had left me with her despite knowing my allergy and knowing that she had nine cats.
What was so important that she leave me there? She wanted to f**k my older sister's boyfriend and needed me out of the way. She hadn't even sent my inhaler with me.
I nearly died. My sister found out and got in a fistfight with my mom in the hospital hallway while respiratory therapy was working with me. They both caught an STD from the dude and I learned to always have my inhaler on me.
‘Toxic’ is a word that gets thrown around left and right these days without paying much attention to the context. However, the stories that the AskReddit community shared in the viral thread are genuine examples of what toxicity actually looks like in a family setting.
At its core, toxic behavior is linked to dysfunction, neglect, manipulation, and abuse. True toxicity can wreak havoc on a person’s physical, mental, and emotional health, make them feel used, and destroy their self-esteem. Just as positive relationships can make us happier, healthier, and more resilient to stress, negative ones have the opposite effect.
Healthline states that many people may not even realize the effects their family environment had on them during their childhood until they become adults. Some of the signs of potentially toxic families include things like your needs not being met, feeling controlled, and high expectations to meet unrealistic standards.
When I moved in with my SO and noticed she called her family for things I would never call my own for because she actually likes them and doesn't see communicating with them as an obligation, but rather because she wanted them to be part of her everyday life.
I had my graduation from engineering the same day as my mother's birthday. I, of course, had nothing to do with the date choosing.
My mother said I "ruined her birthday" so.she scheduled her birthday party to be on my actual birthday.
Her birthday is March, mine is August.
*My* mother would have said it made her birthday extra special, but then my mother isn't a sociopath.
We had a missionary family staying with us, and the parents actually got input from their kids. The entire concept of being allowed to have my own feelings and thoughts was so foreign. My parents also treated us so much better when we had guests. Not getting beaten was so nice.
Other signs include unhealthy substance use among family members, inappropriate touching, name-calling, gaslighting, extreme criticism, and chronic disagreements.
As per Enlightened Recovery, toxic family environments might include kids having to care for their younger siblings, ensuring that their substance-using parents get to bed safely, and providing emotional support to grown-ups.
Other red flags include having to do excessive chores and cooking meals from a very young age, feeling unwanted or unloved, and having your basic needs unmet, from a lack of food or proper clothing to not being picked up after school.
My birthday: "I got you a pack of socks, but I realized I can get them cheaper from somewhere else, so I'm going to return them."
My brother two weeks later: "I think I'd like archery, will you get me this 600 dollar bow?"
Parents: "oh hell yes!"
I never got the socks.
When My mother threw a fit that my son is so involved in his dad's life, my mother and father have been separated for a long time because she did the same thing to him. She decided that I was 'neglecting' my son because I didn't want to limit what he does with his dad. He only gets to see his dad two days a week because of his messed up work schedule and I'll give him extra days if he gets them off. I'm sorry if I won't repeat my families mistakes and want my son to have a father.
When my mom yelled at me for being depressed. She was saying how rude and inconvenient it is for everyone around me that I was depressed. She was screaming so hard that her face was all red. She screamed at me frequently. She would always wait until I was in the car with her because I would be unable to leave. I stopped talking to her after that and she played the victim. She apparently was suffering because she was “abandoned by her daughter”. No one in my family wanted to hear my side of things, no one reached out to check in on me. I was made out to be the bad selfish daughter. Now, I don’t have a relationship with anyone in my family. I cut both my parents off after I realized they both will not change or get help or see they ever did anything wrong. It’s been tough to deal with the emotions of it all, especially the emotions I felt when I was younger and in their care. I’ve been working on it with therapy for a few years now. But it’s been a necessary decision for me to cut those ties. So I can focus on myself and my growth and healing the parts of me that have been broken from my past.
EDIT: wow I’ve never had a post get so many likes! It’s my first time really putting it out there like this. It’s nice to know I’m not alone in the struggle but also unfortunate others have had to deal with a similar situation. And it’s nice to feel seen and heard and validated. Family s**t can be tough! I hope everyone who relates is feeling strong and doing well! ❤️❤️❤️.
I got assaulted in my first term at college, the first time I'd ever lived away from home. When I phoned to talk to my parents, my mother told me not to be ridiculous and stop crying, surely I was intelligent enough to know not all men are like that? When I was home for the Christmas break, she told me to cheer up, because I looked so miserable it was ruining her Christmas. That was the last time I lived at home-for the rest of my college education, I either stayed in accommodation or I stayed with friends, I got 'adopted' by one of my closest friend's mother, and kept in touch with her for years. I haven't spoken to my birth giver in a very long time.
Therapy doesn’t involve someone waving a magic wand to instantly ‘solve’ all of your family issues. Therapy requires lots of difficult, uncomfortable, and often emotional work with mental health professionals over many years. It requires being vulnerable, facing your demons, and reframing your past experiences and traumas. It’s worth it in the end, though.
So, don’t be scared of reaching out to a therapist if your toxic family environment continues to haunt you to this very day.
When I got put in a children's home at 6 and the other kids there were scared of the stories I would tell about my home life.
My mother used to say she was going to call the "naughty children's home" as a threat. Eventually I got so sick of her abuse and threats that I started saying "What's their number? I'll call if you don't."
My first memory is of my parents fighting when I was 3. I remember my mom looking at my dad, and yelling “This is why we’re getting a divorce”. They separated when I was two, but took some time to figure out custody, as well as the actual finalization of their divorce. My mom was always so angry and would scream, throw things, and tell me consistently she didn’t want me around. I finally had a breaking point with my mom the day before I turned 17. We got into a huge fight and I finally realized that she was just taking out the aggression of her past on me. I realized she had been blocking out the abuse she put me through, and finally brought it to her attention. I know her mother was an abusive alcoholic, and she kept perpetuating this cycle of abuse. What triggered the whole realization, was when I dated someone for the first time when I was 16, and my bf’s mom treated me like her own. It was the first time I felt welcome in a home, she made sure I ate because she knew I wasn’t eating properly at home, she always had a bed made for me Incase I ever needed a place to stay, and would always check in with my bf to make sure I was okay when I went home. I moved out the month I graduated high school, and I have not gone back to her house.
My dad screamed at me for 20 minutes when I was 11, called me a b***h and told me to get the hell out of his house when I casually mentioned we seem to argue more than other families.
Edit, my heart hurts for everyone who shared their trauma. I'm giving you all a big hug right now. Things can get better, and I'm hoping it does for all of you. When you can, address your trauma, reach out and talk to someone. My dad regrets not having talked to someone about what he went through as a kid because of how much it hurt his own family. The problem with taking the stance of simply "refusing to be my (blank)", is you create a whole new set of bad behaviors because you are trying to over compensate. Freedom is acknowledging that in some ways you may be like (blank), but that doesn't make you them.
Wise words. My grandfather was an evil SOB but I still have to acknowledge that I inherited certain traits from him, such as hoarding tendencies and selfishness.
Which of these stories affected you the most, Pandas? Have you known anyone who has had to live in a truly toxic household? How would you support someone who’s gone through such traumatic experiences?
On the other hand, how do you ensure a healthy and happy environment at home? Share your thoughts in the comments.
For reference, I’m a Boomer, so I’ve seen a ton of changes here in the dear old US of A.
When I was in grade school, we were on vacation in Arkansas, driving by a building I must assume was a diner/burger joint of some kind bc it was visible from the road. Even more conspicuous was the enormous sign reading “COLOREDS SERVED IN THE REAR” with a big arrow.
I was learning to read and, practicing, read the sign aloud. My father, who was driving, nodded his head and said, “Exactly as it should be.”
Even though I was only six, that was my wake-up call.
The signs may have disappeared for the most part, but you can bet your bottom dollar that the sentiment remains alive and strong, unfortunately. We must fight dehumanisation of all kinds at every turn.
When my overly religious grandma tried to defend her blatant favoritism of my older sister by telling me that I was “born evil”.
When my friend pointed out that most people are allowed to shower every day without having to negotiate it.
The family from my dad
My DEAR (note the sarcasm) cousin Stephannie made a peanut cake (the flour had peanuts, it had peanut butter, peanut chocolate and peanut chunks) on her twin's 17th birthday and obviously hers, I'm very allergic peanuts and she knew it. I refused to eat it for obvious reasons, Stephannie shed some crocodile tears as she said that she had lovingly made the cake so we can all eat it.
Between my Aunt Karen, her husband and my paternal grandparents they forced me to eat a HUGE piece of that cake while Sophie (Stephannie's twin and birthday girl that day) called out for emergencies outside the house.
I almost died, but everyone who forced me to eat that piece of cake spent only 3 years in jail because "they did not know about my allergy and I was a rebellious teenager who was very picky about food."
Some of my father's brothers and sisters (who were at the birthday and did nothing) say it was too immature of me to sue them after they nearly k*lled me.
**I was 14 years old, Stephannie and Sophie that day they turned 17.**.
If I could, I would've had those sh*tf*ck excuse of scums trialed in court for attempted murder and those moronic "immature" critics charged as accessories. Though I guess a 3 year-sentence would have to suffice, albeit insufficient >:-(
When my ex sister-in-law broke into my house and started painting my living room while I was at work. Apparently, she didn't like the colour and that would just *ruin* her Christmas.
It's ridiculous either way but I wonder what colour the room was.
I was 9 and I was really nice to poor guy selling shirts out of the back of his truck. My dad pulled me away and told me directly "it's great to be nice to people, Chris, but be mean too. You want people to be a little scared of you"
Even at 9 I was like "bruh that's not... Great" and it really was an interaction that shaped our relationship. I went on to teach, have a vibrant friend group (every year a dozen of us meet up for new years and were in the 10th year this year!), and generally I love people. It's in my work and in every fibre of my life.
He... Died alone of an overdose about 10 years ago. The funeral would've been basically empty if not for all the friends who came to console me.
When my mother and I were on a heated phone call with each other and she said how much I "hurt her" and I had the courage to say "well what about how you hurt me?" And her response was "Well yeah I MEANT to hurt you!". Big eye opener that one.
OP's response should be: So we are EVEN now! Goodbye and see you NEVER!
I have a lot of these and they're all pretty crazy, but I'll go with the first one. When I was six years old, my aunt (who was my guardian), faked my grandmothers death. She lied to all of us. Local churches, her friends, and strangers for sympathy and money. She wrote to multiple people asking for support. She needed money for a headstone and the funeral, etc. People bought into it.
You can imagine our surprise a year later when we received a letter from our grandma saying she was coming to see us.
My mom said I love you at the end of a phone conversation when I was 22 and I realized it was the first time she ever said that.
I'm 42 and still waiting. (Not really, given up on that in order to free myself!)
My aunt called my dad to tell him that I was basically going to hell because I didn’t believe the earth was 6,000 years old and that dinosaurs are fake.
As you may have guessed, she’s a real gem at Christmas time.
Bill Burr told a joke
No one thinks they have an anger problem until they punch out the clown at their kid's birthday party
For whatever reason it really made me step back and ask why the hell am I so angry all the god damn time? Because my parents never wanted a kid so they raised me like a dog.
>You've got treats! You've got toys! Food and shelter! Why do you keep bothering me?
When I dropped out of high school I was practically god damn feral. No social skills, no discipline, not even a personality. The end result of neglect and emotional abuse.
Its been a real trip to experience a supportive, emotional and loving relationship for the first time as an adult though. I've really got the most wonderful wife on the planet.
edit: People are still reading this so I kind of want to pull this back a bit. My parents aren't bad people they are victims of far worse abuse. My grandfather was straight off the set of Mad Men and my great grandfather (other side) was a nazi pedophile. Insert anchorman gif here. Bill Burr talks a lot about generational improvement and that's the way I really view this. It excites me to think that if I work hard enough on my own problems my kids will be the "chosen ones" who get to be the right mix of f****d up and normal.
Years ago I was in the hospital after getting stabbed in the abdomen. Went under and the ems had to bring me back, woke up in the hospital full of stitches, but still alive.
I had a really great group of friends that came throughout the weeks of my being there. To the point that I got my own room because it was disturbing fellow patients I shared a room with and the staff were super nice about it.
Only family member to visit was my younger sister. My mom, dad, other four siblings.... None of them came, and my mom only phoned and communicated to me through the nurses, never speaking directly to me until I was back at home.
And this was during a time where we actually had a decent (comparative to other times in life) relationship.
F*****g hell, my mother would have stayed at my bedside for every second visitors are allowed. How can a family care so little?
My wife helped me come to the realization. Out of myself and my two brothers, i was the only one to have never been arrested, yet i was the only my parents did not buy a car for. I had to be moved out of the house, two f*****g states away and teach myself how to drive illegally to get my drivers license, but my brothers were sure taken care of and driving to school on their own. I had my wife (girlfriend at the time) over to my parents for christmas dinner. My mom offers me a glass of champagne, about 2 months before my 21st birthday. No big deal, right? My stepdad proceeds to throw a temper tantrum about how im underage and not in his house and all this s**t. Well a couple months later found out he bought my little brother ( his biological child) a bottle of high end bourbon for his 18th birthday. When i was in the service they had a whole bunch of deep sea fishing trips and pro sports games they would go to without even so much as asking if i could come. They didnt come to my bootcamp graduation that i offered to pay for. didnt see me off when i was deployed. wasnt there when i came back. great times. Much more s**t i cant think of right now.
I was about 23/22 when my mom got drunk and starting throwing my stuff on the front lawn and yelling at me to move out. The o ly thing I can recall doing was taking a shower before work. She pushed me outside and I just stood there looking at my stuff and thought "I have to get out of here and I can never come back."
That was like 13 years ago. I found a room to rent on Craigslist, went back to school and got a career, got married, and bought a house. I'm doing good now but I never returned home until after my mom died.
I was 15. I was getting ready for school, and my existence annoyed my brother, the Golden Child. I was kicked out then and there by my mother. What a hard road it's been. I relate to you- just the shock. The rejection of your being.
Meeting regular parents and witnessing them actually be good to their kids,help them,love them and teach them valuable lessons about life. Not yelling for every small mistake they did. Also now realising that not every raised hand is about to hit you sometimes its there to pet you. But unfortunately for me it wasn't the case.
Becoming a parent myself has been such a rollercoaster for this reason. I am inspired by other loving parents every single day - but it makes me so sad for the young me at the same time. I think it makes me very empathetic towards other parents though.
The day I joined a specialty school and was informed that it was not, in fact, normal for my father and brother to relentlessly mock me for my Autism.
Literally spent 15 years being called horrid things and being patronized for my interests, and I legitimately thought that was just what male family members did, because my mother would never stop them.
AHole military family. R Lee Erney is a carebear compared to my father and uncles. Glad theyre dead
Reading this thread!
I never thought the fighting, arguing, cold wars, unidirectional communications, long lack of communication, were actually because I am in a toxic family.
Maybe I am part of the problem too.
Will work hard trying to not repeat that with my kids. Hope...
This is relatable. It took a long time to realize my father was abusive, it was never physical and we had happy moments. So I figured we just didn't get along or that it wasn’t bad enough to be abusive, but no, kids shouldn't fear their parents.
Told my mom I was depressed and she basically told me to deal with it myself.
That was four years ago and I’m still having a s****y time of it.
A relative of mine was fostering a little girl that was taken from her d**g addled parents. We were sitting down for Thanksgiving dinner when this little girl, small for her age due to food neglect tripped over a rug and the cup of milk she was carrying fell to the floor. I think before the glass had stopped moving this child was in a ball on the floor crying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Please don't hit me!" She was terrified. When she wasn't yelled at and we just picked up the milk (cup was plastic, cause you know, kids are not coordinated) and was allowed to sit in her chair and eat dinner without being yelled at astonished her. It took my relative many years to gently guide her that she was not to blame for the abuse she suffered.
I can relate to No. 12. Luckily my parents were divorced, but my mother forced us to spend time with our toxic father. He was the worst when he had us alone, especially in the car. We would beg her not to make us go with him, but she would. It was horrible, and I'm not sorry he's gone now. I was NC for many years. We also had to endure a lot of religious abuse by our mother. The bible is not the word of god. It was written by angry, bitter men. Anyone who takes the time to actually read it would recognize that. It's terrible what religion has done to people.
I fled Sweden (to Los Angeles) when I was 17 because I couldn't deal with my parents anymore but thanks to them, I was looking for people to hang with in all the wrong places. Ended up with a man that mentally, and physically, abused me for 7 years. When he threw me out on the streets, in Los Angeles.., I had to live with "street workers" in a motel. That was a riot and a half..I finally subdued my pride and called my parents in the hope that they would help me move back to Sweden because my BF had made sure that I had nothing. The answer I got was: "what have you done to make him mad??!!-you better apologize." NO, m***********s! I won't apologize to him and you just lost a daughter.
My mother was a bad alcoholic who would actually hit my father (fun early years memory). Somehow she still got custody of us. Her own father came by one day, looked at the state of us and the house, and her, phoned my father to come get us. When we went to pick up our stuff, it was in black bin bags on the [porch]. she denies this even though there are at least 4 of us - two adults- who were there. My father was a gent and never explained just how f*****g terrible she was and I ended up living with her after school. Highlights include her being admitted to hospital with cirrhosis, hepatitis and jaundice, lying about her boozing and needing resuscitation because there is a reason you get weaned off [stuff]. Telling me she can't show me affection in front of her other daughter (6y younger) Her poisoning me against my father through lie after lie. She became Maunchausen at some point. The other daughter has taken that on too. Mum died a couple of months ago, and now I am free.
I am REALLY NOT LIKING these article cut-offs with, "Continue reading with Bored Panda Premium Unlimited content Ad-free browsing Dark mode Subscribe now" You guys are going to run people off if you keep pushing Subscription plans and blocking contact behind paywalls! I'm not too far from leaving for good. BOO! BORED PANDA, BOO!
There were a lot of things and mental/financial abuse. But the one, that have opened my eyes and I realized I need to start working on myself was when we were having drinks with my mom (I was about 20) and both got a bit tipsy, and she just randomly said, that the only reason I was not physically abused by her was because I grew tall and big very fast, was strong and she was afraid, that I would fight back and she would get some too, and she didn't want to get injured. She was right though, I would have fought back, because from all the abuse, somehow my reaction in times of danger was always fight.
My Mother told me she hated me because I was a hard labour and looked like my Father. Our relationship never improved. After I decided to have nothing to with her apparently the family fell apart. Funny how I was the "blacksheep" but after I stopped having anything to do with the family it was my fault the family fell apart. WTH?
Reading these stories makes me feel seen and comfortable. I hate that people have had to deal with such horrific humans as parents but sharing their stories here makes me feel not so alone with what I grew up with.
Hugs to all of them! Not the bad people, the good people and the true vicims! Hugs!
It just shows that your family, or friends, or people you socialize with, are not necessarily the center of the universe. Hard to realize and deal with when you are young.
Reading these makes me so grateful for my not perfect but still awesome parents...and so sad for everyone that dealt with/still dealing with parents that failed and abused them. If I could hug you all that need it I would!! <3
A relative of mine was fostering a little girl that was taken from her d**g addled parents. We were sitting down for Thanksgiving dinner when this little girl, small for her age due to food neglect tripped over a rug and the cup of milk she was carrying fell to the floor. I think before the glass had stopped moving this child was in a ball on the floor crying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Please don't hit me!" She was terrified. When she wasn't yelled at and we just picked up the milk (cup was plastic, cause you know, kids are not coordinated) and was allowed to sit in her chair and eat dinner without being yelled at astonished her. It took my relative many years to gently guide her that she was not to blame for the abuse she suffered.
I can relate to No. 12. Luckily my parents were divorced, but my mother forced us to spend time with our toxic father. He was the worst when he had us alone, especially in the car. We would beg her not to make us go with him, but she would. It was horrible, and I'm not sorry he's gone now. I was NC for many years. We also had to endure a lot of religious abuse by our mother. The bible is not the word of god. It was written by angry, bitter men. Anyone who takes the time to actually read it would recognize that. It's terrible what religion has done to people.
I fled Sweden (to Los Angeles) when I was 17 because I couldn't deal with my parents anymore but thanks to them, I was looking for people to hang with in all the wrong places. Ended up with a man that mentally, and physically, abused me for 7 years. When he threw me out on the streets, in Los Angeles.., I had to live with "street workers" in a motel. That was a riot and a half..I finally subdued my pride and called my parents in the hope that they would help me move back to Sweden because my BF had made sure that I had nothing. The answer I got was: "what have you done to make him mad??!!-you better apologize." NO, m***********s! I won't apologize to him and you just lost a daughter.
My mother was a bad alcoholic who would actually hit my father (fun early years memory). Somehow she still got custody of us. Her own father came by one day, looked at the state of us and the house, and her, phoned my father to come get us. When we went to pick up our stuff, it was in black bin bags on the [porch]. she denies this even though there are at least 4 of us - two adults- who were there. My father was a gent and never explained just how f*****g terrible she was and I ended up living with her after school. Highlights include her being admitted to hospital with cirrhosis, hepatitis and jaundice, lying about her boozing and needing resuscitation because there is a reason you get weaned off [stuff]. Telling me she can't show me affection in front of her other daughter (6y younger) Her poisoning me against my father through lie after lie. She became Maunchausen at some point. The other daughter has taken that on too. Mum died a couple of months ago, and now I am free.
I am REALLY NOT LIKING these article cut-offs with, "Continue reading with Bored Panda Premium Unlimited content Ad-free browsing Dark mode Subscribe now" You guys are going to run people off if you keep pushing Subscription plans and blocking contact behind paywalls! I'm not too far from leaving for good. BOO! BORED PANDA, BOO!
There were a lot of things and mental/financial abuse. But the one, that have opened my eyes and I realized I need to start working on myself was when we were having drinks with my mom (I was about 20) and both got a bit tipsy, and she just randomly said, that the only reason I was not physically abused by her was because I grew tall and big very fast, was strong and she was afraid, that I would fight back and she would get some too, and she didn't want to get injured. She was right though, I would have fought back, because from all the abuse, somehow my reaction in times of danger was always fight.
My Mother told me she hated me because I was a hard labour and looked like my Father. Our relationship never improved. After I decided to have nothing to with her apparently the family fell apart. Funny how I was the "blacksheep" but after I stopped having anything to do with the family it was my fault the family fell apart. WTH?
Reading these stories makes me feel seen and comfortable. I hate that people have had to deal with such horrific humans as parents but sharing their stories here makes me feel not so alone with what I grew up with.
Hugs to all of them! Not the bad people, the good people and the true vicims! Hugs!
It just shows that your family, or friends, or people you socialize with, are not necessarily the center of the universe. Hard to realize and deal with when you are young.
Reading these makes me so grateful for my not perfect but still awesome parents...and so sad for everyone that dealt with/still dealing with parents that failed and abused them. If I could hug you all that need it I would!! <3