“Having A Baby When I Was 15”: Painful, Awkward, And Uncomfortable Things People Had To Explain
They say that ignorance is bliss. And while most of us are interested in learning more about the world, there might be some knowledge that we really are happier being blind to. Especially if finding out about it leads to an incredibly awkward moment!
Redditors have recently been recalling the most uncomfortable moments that they’ve experienced while having to explain things to other people. From breaking bad news to a loved one to defining risqué terms for Mom and Dad, these stories might have your whole body cringing, pandas! So good luck making it through this list, and be sure to upvote the tales that sound too painful to be true.
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Working as a case worker, having to explain to a little seven year old girl in foster care her adoptive family changed their minds. Family didn’t even show up for the conversation. She had been living with them already. I hugged her as she just cried.
She found her forever family a year later, so there was a happy ending for her.
My son's never had a biological grandfather. My dad passed 6 years before my first kid was born, and my wife's dad just wasn't even that interested in them.
My friends dad, we called him Papa, was amazing. They loved him so much, and he them. Last year he passed from cancer. I would take them to see him every time I would go to my friend's house, so their relationship was deep and pretty much my kids entire life.
He went into the hospital, and I knew it was not going to end well. I took the boys each day, when they wanted to, and then one day I got the call her passed midday.
My youngest came home from school just as I finished working. He popped his little head into the stairway and very excitedly asked if we could go see Papa.
I tried to make words, but I started crying and my face scrunched up instead. I broke my kids heart, and he backed up and said, "Dad. I want to go see Papa. What's wrong." He knew Papa had cancer and was really sick. He knew without me having to say it, but I had to say it.
Good god, I thought I was going to stop breathing when he said, "But he said, 'See ya later, Stinky,' last time and I want to see him." And I hugged him and we both went to the ground crying.
Definitely the hardest, least comfortable things I've ever told anyone.
This is the one that got me. “But he said ‘See ya later, Stinky,’ last time and I want to see him.” This took me out.
I had to tell the love of my life I'm out of treatment options and I I've been given less than twelve months by my oncologist.
I had to tell my ALL of my extended family (grandparents, aunts, uncles,cousins, my own children) that they needed to get to the hospital because I was going to have my mother removed from life support.
Mom made me agree, as soon as I was old enough to understand, that I wouldn't allow her to be placed on life support of any kind. She was a nurse, and she had strong feelings about prolonging suffering.
The religious hospital she was in after gallbladder surgery had placed her on life support in the night even though they absolutely had her advanced directive on file.
My family just didn't understand that she was very clear on this. A few of them were quite upset with me but I promised her.
It's been 24 years, and I still wonder, "What if?" but I am comforted that I did what she wanted.
It is important to follow through on people's wishes regarding this. It's like the final loving thing we can do for them is to respect them enough to believe they know what they want.
When my mom first got Instagram I explained what hashtags were. A bit later she mentioned that she had been followed by several men she didn't know who had women's feet as their profile pictures.
I went and looked on her profile and she had posted a picture of her feet in a foot bath and hashtagged "footbath" and "tiredfeet"
I had to explain foot fetishes to my mom.
I had to explain to an overenthusiastic new dad who was telling everyone that having kids is the best thing in the world (and who had been pestering me several times about why I didn't have children) that SOMETIMES people CAN'T have children and he needs to take the polite hints.
I had to explain to my cousin that my father had not died of his brain cancer, but the Covid that she gave him when she visited him.
Although, from what I've read from comments under every Covid death report, people will still believe he died because of the cancer, and that if he didn't have cancer he would have lived. The ignorance never ceases to boil my blood.
I was tutoring an 8yo that I’d only known for a few weeks. He asked me what puberty means. I carefully explained, keeping in mind that his 4yo sister was listening. And he kept asking questions, like my explanation didn’t make sense, because he claimed that it’s a place and that his friend went there yesterday. After a really long, confusing conversation, it turned out he meant library.
I had to explain to my wife, Karen, what a “Karen” was, in reference to the name being brought up on a several news programs in a short time period.
It was like explaining the birds and the bees to your kids.
Her reaction was “I’m going to sue the internet!”.
Explaining personal hygiene to a friend like they might need to shower more often or use deodorant can be super awkward, but sometimes it’s necessary.
I honestly think it makes you a better friend to do this in a more heartfelt, caring way and away from others instead of allowing them to possibly be bullied or be told by someone in a mean way. Sometimes people really don't know how to properly take care of themselves and it's nice to have a friend care enough.
Having to tell a good friend of mine that his wife was cheating on him, and showing him the proof. I loathed having to be the one to tell him, but I knew he would want to know.
Called him up about 3 days (I think?) after seeing his wife, with a guy that was not him, being really handsy and making out in a bar. Had taken a couple quick pics and a short video for proof, and called him to come hangout because I had something important I needed to discuss with him. I wanted to tell him in person so I could be there if needed, rather than just over the phone. Went about as well as you’d expect, and he was divorced a couple months later. Thankfully they didn’t have kids yet, and due to the pics and video, she didn’t make off with a lot of his stuff.
Explaining to my Aunt on Christmas Eve that I had had therapy that day and talked to the therapist about her husband making an unwanted sexual advance on my then 12 year old cousin, and explaining that I was unaware that therapists have to do mandatory reporting to law enforcement when something like that happens, and to expect a knock on the door from the cops. I’m glad though - the family rallied around said cousin and doesn’t have anything to do anymore with the creepy MAGA uncle.
Telling my mother that there was nothing they could do to help her. Her organs were shutting down and hospice would do what they could to make her comfortable. Her replying, "You mean I'm dying?, was the hardest thing to hear as well.
I went through this with my mom. She had COPD, and I took care of her at home until it progressed to the point where I couldn't. Intellectually, she understood that it would kill her. When the doctor told her that she would need to go into hospice care, she stared at him blankly. I had to explain that this was the end, and that there was nothing they could do but make her comfortable. She was placed into a nursing home on hospice watch, and died angry at me for not taking her back home.
I had to wake up my father (who had alzheimer's at the time) in the middle of the night and explain to him that my mother had died in her sleep a few feet away.
I worked as a caretaker for a woman with something like dementia and I had to tell her several times that she was a wheelchair user (She tried to stand up) and that her husband was dead. Hated that.
Isn’t it kinder in some situations to not disclose this information? /genq (I have no experience with this)
Imagine if OP didn't tell her and he woke up and tried to wake her up and... well...
Oh no, that's horrible. And depending on how advanced the alzheimer's is, this isn't the only time they have to explain it.
It's generally advised not to tell people in the more advanced stages, especially repeatedly. It causes a lot of avoidable grief.
Load More Replies...I work with special needs kids and the parents asked me when their child would "grow out of Downs Syndrome" had to explain that they would not.
I had to tell my parents that my girlfriend was having a baby when I was 15.
I helped a friend hide her pregnancy when we where at the same age. Suceeded until she was in 6th month. She is 3 decades later still living happily with her boyfriend/husband and got one more kid as well. It can end on a good note sometimes.
I had to explain to every family member, and guest who was invited to our baby shower a few days prior that there would no longer be a baby shower, and that we were no longer expecting a baby. I had to explain to all my co-workers we were no longer expecting a baby with a generic email. After living with the knowledge things weren't going well for the previous 10 weeks but not knowing _what_ was wrong or whether the baby would be lost or not.
Volunteering at a library comicon event and my mom was wondering what all the wolves were from… Furries Mom. They were furries.
That my 9 year old 4th grade student wasn't bleeding to death or hurt. She's just started her period. I stayed with her in the nurse's office because she wanted me there for comfort until her grandma could pick her up, and the library assistant covered my class.
Then I had an even worse conversation when Grandma got there because I had robbed her of having the "womanhood" talk with her granddaughter.
So Grandma should have had the talk with the child earlier. Age appropriate discussions are always better beforehand.
Had to tell my dad that my mother, his wife of 57 years had died two weeks previously - my dad had brain surgery and the doctors told me the shock would [end] him if he knew straight away. I basically had to lie to him whenever he asked how my mum was.
Having to explain to people over and over that I’m hard of hearing.
My hearing loss is actually fairly mild to the point that ordinarily its not noticeable and a hearing aid wouldn’t be necessary, but i have quite severe auditory processing issues, to the point I can’t understand someone unless they’re facing me 80% of the time. If it’s in a public space then I usually can’t understand them at all.
I frequently get accused of not paying attention, and I’ve even had a few ‘are you, deaf?’ comments as well. It’s very uncomfortable to explain that yes, I am, which usually results in people spilling out apologies and being equally as uncomfortable, but in worse case scenarios people get quite rude and dismissive when I have to explain exactly how my disability works. ‘Oh, so it’s isn’t real deafness’ ‘can’t you just concentrate harder’ and ‘I’m not going to coddle you every time I have to speak’ are comments I’ve received before. It can be quite humiliating and isolating. I also get told I’m too young to be deaf, since I’m only in my twenties, and I ‘don’t look deaf’, whatever that means. I can only assume it’s because I’m a 24 year old woman, and not an elderly person.
I promised my son that he could ask me anything and I’d tell him the truth. The most difficult was explaining the meaning of MILF and answering the follow up questions. Thanks, South Park.
I remember, in the early 80s, asking my parents during a car trip about the mechanics of how gay men have sex. (As a curious primary student whose parents bred dogs, I already knew about the [cishet] birds and bees.) Mum, bless her, led me to the truth through some Socratic questioning, while Dad just squirmed in the driver's seat.
My Mom would ask where my father was and why he didn't visit. He had died about 15 years before she was diagnosed. We would tell her that he was working and would visit soon. When we told her that he was dead, she was devastated all over again. The Dr said in that instance lying was less stressful for her.
My grandma asking me "I wonder when I'll see my parents again...?" Still took seven years of demetia for her to join them.
Me: (reading a message) Oh, my friend just found out she is pregnant.
Coworker: Good for her!
Me: Not really. She's only 19, and her boyfriend left as soon as she told him.
Coworker: Oh. ... But, how did she get pregnant if they're not married?
Me: ... They had sex.
Coworker: Oh. ... What do you mean by that?
Me: (multiple attempts to explain without graphic detail)
Coworker: (light bulb moment) You mean, he laid on top of her?
Me: Yeah, let's go with that.
(In his defense, he was 22, had been raised in a very sheltered home, and had some type of undiagnosed autism.).
In the early aughts friend A calls me telling me he had just tested positive for HIV and the only person he’d been with since his last test was friend B who I’d introduced him to. A asked me to call B to relay the news and it was quickly apparent that friend B had no idea he was poz. (They are both healthy and doing well.).
Having to explain my disability to assessors. In details, with examples of how crippled I am by it.
The subsequent rounds of (eventually successful) appeals converted what was an unfortunate and painful experience to one I'm not sure I can manage again.
This is just cruel. It's all because there are disability fraudsters trying to find a way to not have to work.
I've had to explain to many mothers, wives, and even grandmas what a charge from OnlyFans was. That's.....really awkward lmao.
Sounds like they work at a bank. The OP not the credit card charger.
In 2010 I was in a car with my best friend when a drowsy driver drifted over the median and we had a head on collision at over 55 mph. My friend died on the way to the hospital but I escaped with only scrapes and bruises. After learning of his death I spent the rest of the night calling every one of our friends I could think of and breaking the news. I did it not just to spread the news but to distract myself from how close I had come to dying. The sounds of crying and heartbreak I heard on the phone that night will stick with me forever.
When I was 17 one of my friends from youth group killed herself. My youth group leaders, who were only in their early 20s, had to call us all to tell us. I don't know how they managed it. After the call, I went to tell my mum, and that was really awkward too, because her mum was actually one of my brother's carers. It was only after I told her that I think it sunk in, and I started crying.
"I asked a work colleague with terrible breath; how much do your gums bleed when you floss?"
"A ton, so I hardly ever do it, why do you ask?"
Well my friend you may have gum disease and might want to try month wash and better brushing
Had to call my mom and let her know that the reason her estranged brother stopped responding to her emails was that he'd died the year before, and the only reason we found out was that I got an email bounce back and started digging, eventually tracking down the realtor who handled the estate sale and the old colleague who took care of the estate.
When I was in high school my mother made the comment that she felt bad for gay men because they could only experience sex by kissing. I had to give that explanation a go. She truly thought I was kidding her at first🥺 Traumatizing.
Damn a lot of these are a *hell* of a lot worse than "My 12-year-old asked me why the number 69 is always funny.".
A very religious and sheltered college classmate asked a group of us why someone thought he was a big partier/club goer.
Group: Do what now?
Classmate: Some guy I see on my way home in the evening asks me every time I see him if I know of a place I can show him a good time at.
G: Uhhhh (all of us looking at each other like 'do you want to break it to him?') It means he's propositioning you
CM: What does that mean?
G: He's asking you if you want to have sex with him!
CM: look of shock on his face and he just freezes up for a second.
On a Tuesday morning, I had to tell my kids (20 and 18) that their Mom’s cancer had consumed 80% of her lung capacity, that she could no longer breathe without a mechanical ventilator, and that she would be dead by Friday evening.
This really hurts, I went through this with my Grandmother. My last memory of her was when she was hooked up to tubes, and her eyes just seemed that she didn't want me to see her like that. I miss you Grammy Ila. She'd never let me win at any boardgames. She was beautiful.
Not me but my mom, having to explain to a police officer who was investigating a burglary at my mom's office, that the term to "Jew someone down" was not just offensive as a term in general, but especially to my mother as a Jewish person. The cop had no idea.
(It means to bargain someone down in price but not in good faith. The cop was talking about how the thieves would likely sell her computer and other stuff to a fence who would, ahem, get a very low price).
I'd never heard this phrase, and now I wish I still hadn't. What a horrible thing to say.
Cunnilingus. Way back, my then girlfriend's mum asked me what it was, after reading the word in a magazine. I rather nervously explained it to her. The uncomfortable part came immediately afterwards, when she pulled a 'disgusted' face and asked me if I ever did it to her daughter. That bit was really rough...
Informing parents that their child has been diagnosed with schizophrenia.
Wow. That must be tough. The not-so-"cool" reality of mental illnesses. (No, of course depression is not cool at all but it is more relatable than schizophrenia imo)
My ex-boyfriend's 7 year old daughter asked me what happens when we die. He wasn't home, and I knew her mom was religious and I am not. THAT was awkward to navigate.
I hope I did an okay job and I hope she's doing well now.
"I think that's a conversation you need to have with your mom and dad" How hard was that?
My dad had dementia at the age of 58 after having a brain hemorrhage. It was painful to explain to him why he was in a hospital, that he was in a hospital and not a train station. I did a little test I regret I told my dad John Lennon died because I wanted to see what his long term memory was like. My dad was so shocked and upset, I still beat myself up about it. In the end, I only explained the most crucial things and went along with his delusions; *yes, I am my brother; yes, we will get on the bus soon*. *We won't be late, we need to wait here in this hospital room.*.
My dad at 77yrs young has been diagnosed with dementia. Sad thing is that I had a gut feeling about 10.5yrs ago when I was heavily pregnant. I have recently found him a nice Afed Care home and will be moving in tomorrow. In about 3wks time, my mum will move in and their room is right next door. They have been madly in love for almost 50yrs. Some Aged Care homes seperate the dementia residents from the main wing at night, this home allows couples to sleep right next door :)
“No I don’t think you should *be* a life coach, I said I think you should *see* a life coach.”.
This is a no brainer. Most people who want to be life coaches need life coaches.
My stepsister and my stepdad's ex wife, treated my mum in an awful way for many years and pretty much made my mum's life hell, my stepdad saw (still does to an extent) his daughter as absolutely perfect in every way.
I had to tell him that my mum would not have wanted her at her funeral, even though my stepsister had taken time off work and leave from work for grief for some reason. I said I'd tolerate her there for his sake but everyone who knew my mum, knew what had gone on and it would be very uncomfortable for everyone and things may be said in the heat of the moment, he later agreed that it would be best for his daughter not to come, incase anyone says anything to her to upset her on the day of the funeral.
Yeah I had to tell my mum's ex husband not to come my mum's funeral. But it wasn't uncomfortable and I wasn't very nice about it. Horrible man. He can live with whatever regrets he has over what he did
My sister suffered a traumatic brain injury around 7 years ago. She is in a vegetative state and her condition has not improved any over the years. My family keeps her comfortable at home.
When I speak to people who know what happened or knew my sister before, they always ask how she’s doing and most of the time it leads to asking if she has gotten any better. It never gets easier explaining that she has not and will not get better.
Why they may want to consider using deodorant, given that they serve people food and drinks for a living.
Physical therapist here. Having to explain to family that a loved one who has had a debilitating stroke that was previously walking/independent will not just “get up and walk” I’ve seen some amazing recovery but no matter what it will be slow and a lot of work.
Explaining to my grandma what 'Netflix and chill' actually means. Never again.
Oh no, the use of the word "actually", implies that grandma already used the phrase wrong 🤭
I’ve had to sit an associate down as a manager to talk to them about their intense body odor.
Different from the vibe of the other responses, but: I’m a SNAP/ Medicaid eligibility worker and at least a few times a week I have to explain that someone is completely ineligible for Medicaid and/ or food assistance due to their immigration status. A lot of times the people are in the country fully legally and following all the proper procedures, they just aren’t eligible due to their status. When I first started it was so incredibly uncomfortable, I would get so nervous. Sweaty, stammering the words out. I’ve gotten used to it and can do it with a calm heart rate, now lol. But it’s a very uncomfortable conversation.
My family are nudists. I grew up that way. Its not weird to me, but i know the world thinks its weird . when we get the mail and stuff we're dressed and we keep robes, shorts and towels by the door in case someone has to answer it. Well I was in the garage for literally one minute getting paper towels and the garage door was open. Just when the nieghbor walked up to get the mail. he didn't know we were nudists. just bad timing.
My mom asking what “hawk tuah” meant 🤦♀️.
Can someone explain what this means to most of BP as well don't know either
Had to tell my 3-yr-old in a way that she would understand that her Daddy had died. It was like a moment from hell.
The hardest thing I had to do was ring my 90yo Mum in the middle of the night to tell her that my 91yo Dad had died in hospital of kidney failure. Mum was in another hospital being treated for terminal oesophageal cancer but, fortunately, a nurse at my her hospital had been kind enough to volunteer to drive her to see Dad earlier that same day. My brother & I lived interstate & were unable to get to my parent's State in time to see Dad before he died, or to comfort Mum, until the next day. Our parents had been married for more than 60 years at the time
That sounds incredibly difficult, indeed. I'm so sorry.
Load More Replies...So many of these are incredibly painful. The human heart keeps getting chipped away. We are so fragile, yet we endure so much.
I have a mate who is now a support officer who looks after folk who’ve lost a family member in a murder or catastrophic manner or if there’s a serious missing person event, he used to be the go to guy for being the one to knock on your door when someone died unexpectedly. There’s one job I don’t have the minerals for! It would destroy my cotton soft heart having to tell people that their loved ones have died in a RTC or have been killed.
Gavin Johnson, I agree, but it is wonderful to have people who can do jobs like this, even if we can't. A friend was a lawyer, and she worked with children who had been sexually abused. I could never do her job, but I was so incredibly glad she was doing it. We need good people, like our friends, doing these jobs. It would be terrible to have someone who didn't care.
Load More Replies...The hardest thing I had to tell my kids was that I had cancer. They were very shocked and upset. Thankful treatment worked for me and I’m in remission
Absolutely. Unfortunately, mine is terminal but I am happy for you and your family. 🙂
Load More Replies...Okay, here is a funny one: I went to a religious university. One of my roommates approached me and asked me which words were "swear" words and which ones weren't, word by word. Apparently, she had been homeschooled and knew that I went to a public school in California so she thought I would know them all. Yes, I sat their while she threw profanities at me and tried to explain to her the different levels of "swearing."
Probably the hardest for me was telling my mother I flunked out of college. That was 20+ years ago and I still remember walking up the hill to meet her as she came home from work. So glad she lived long enough to see me go back to school and get both my undergrad and my graduate degrees.
Had to explain to a friend what a dingleberry was. We used allll the euphemisms possible until we finally had to give her frank description.
Ha! Had to tell a guy he had a dingleberry once. You can imagine what position we were in that I saw this. One of my worst sex experiences.
Load More Replies...I am sorry that this is happening to you & your family. Hopefully with the right tests, the dr can rule out dementia. Most places seperate dementia residents to the main stream residents. I was lucky to find a smaller home so my parents can be closer. Wishing you good luck & sending strength to you & your dad <3
Mine is the phone call to my parents to say my ex has been arrested for drink driving with our daughter in the car. I knew my dad would want to hurt him.. my mum had to lock him in the house. I then had to ring and tell my fiancée that the police are bringing her home and not go panic that the police are at our house when he got home from work. My daughter was 18 months old. It was an awful time.
Had to tell my 3-yr-old in a way that she would understand that her Daddy had died. It was like a moment from hell.
The hardest thing I had to do was ring my 90yo Mum in the middle of the night to tell her that my 91yo Dad had died in hospital of kidney failure. Mum was in another hospital being treated for terminal oesophageal cancer but, fortunately, a nurse at my her hospital had been kind enough to volunteer to drive her to see Dad earlier that same day. My brother & I lived interstate & were unable to get to my parent's State in time to see Dad before he died, or to comfort Mum, until the next day. Our parents had been married for more than 60 years at the time
That sounds incredibly difficult, indeed. I'm so sorry.
Load More Replies...So many of these are incredibly painful. The human heart keeps getting chipped away. We are so fragile, yet we endure so much.
I have a mate who is now a support officer who looks after folk who’ve lost a family member in a murder or catastrophic manner or if there’s a serious missing person event, he used to be the go to guy for being the one to knock on your door when someone died unexpectedly. There’s one job I don’t have the minerals for! It would destroy my cotton soft heart having to tell people that their loved ones have died in a RTC or have been killed.
Gavin Johnson, I agree, but it is wonderful to have people who can do jobs like this, even if we can't. A friend was a lawyer, and she worked with children who had been sexually abused. I could never do her job, but I was so incredibly glad she was doing it. We need good people, like our friends, doing these jobs. It would be terrible to have someone who didn't care.
Load More Replies...The hardest thing I had to tell my kids was that I had cancer. They were very shocked and upset. Thankful treatment worked for me and I’m in remission
Absolutely. Unfortunately, mine is terminal but I am happy for you and your family. 🙂
Load More Replies...Okay, here is a funny one: I went to a religious university. One of my roommates approached me and asked me which words were "swear" words and which ones weren't, word by word. Apparently, she had been homeschooled and knew that I went to a public school in California so she thought I would know them all. Yes, I sat their while she threw profanities at me and tried to explain to her the different levels of "swearing."
Probably the hardest for me was telling my mother I flunked out of college. That was 20+ years ago and I still remember walking up the hill to meet her as she came home from work. So glad she lived long enough to see me go back to school and get both my undergrad and my graduate degrees.
Had to explain to a friend what a dingleberry was. We used allll the euphemisms possible until we finally had to give her frank description.
Ha! Had to tell a guy he had a dingleberry once. You can imagine what position we were in that I saw this. One of my worst sex experiences.
Load More Replies...I am sorry that this is happening to you & your family. Hopefully with the right tests, the dr can rule out dementia. Most places seperate dementia residents to the main stream residents. I was lucky to find a smaller home so my parents can be closer. Wishing you good luck & sending strength to you & your dad <3
Mine is the phone call to my parents to say my ex has been arrested for drink driving with our daughter in the car. I knew my dad would want to hurt him.. my mum had to lock him in the house. I then had to ring and tell my fiancée that the police are bringing her home and not go panic that the police are at our house when he got home from work. My daughter was 18 months old. It was an awful time.