Where do I even begin? We (brother and I) weren't allowed to clip our nails after 6 pm, we weren't allowed to get haircuts on certain days of the week. If we walk very loudly like stomping/making thud sounds, my grandma would say that the earth goddess will curse us. the adults wouldn't eat leftovers so only the kids were given that.. phew so many more. My family was extremely superstitious and religious and guess that explains it.

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The earth goddess will curse you - stealing this one

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I wasn't allowed to go to a friend's house unless my parents talked to their parents and made sure we'd be supervised the entire time. This was a rule up until I moved out at eighteen. People thought it was weird, so I didn't have any friends and I literally ate my lunches alone in a bathroom stall. Thanks mom and dad!

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Bro you could still call I feel like you got the weird on your own because a lot more people than you think had this

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Was not allowed to listen to any music that was not Christian. Period. Bands I liked before this rule that they were previously okay with? Banned. Anything not already on the list of approved bands, such as Jars of Clay, had to be thoroughly vetted. Otherwise they would break the CD in front of you, even if it was borrowed from a friend. Genre didn't matter, as long as they were Christian, which meant bands like Underoath and MxPx were cool.

There were plenty of others, but this is the one that still f*****g gets to me over ten years later.

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My McDonald's potato chips intake was limited to the number of my age.

When I was 4 years old, I was only allowed to eat four chips every time we went to Maccas.

When I was 5, that meant I could eat five chips, and so on. This continued until I was around 12.

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Sounds like someone's parents wanted the chips for themselves...

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I couldn't drink my mom's "special vitamin water"

Turns out it was vodka. RIP

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Turns out my step mother had a rule that only she or her daughters could eat the 'nose' on a wedge of brie (or some such like cheese) which is often considered the best part. Visiting one weekend, my sister and I did not know this rule and so on permission to start eating, my sister cut some of the nose off and put it on her plate. This resulted in my step mother fleeing the room crying and one of our step sisters throwing a plate at my head.

We were banned from visiting the house for a month and until we had individually said sorry to everyone. No idea how I became part of it.

*Edit I should probably clarify that I was 10, my sister was 12 at the time. My step monster is still with my dad and I don't have anything to do with either of them any more. The final straw was when I went over from some supper one night to find that the monster had hidden prawns in some pastries and not told me. I'm extremely allergic and she nearly killed me.

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No flushing the toilet at night

You could have an afternoon snack at 3:30 sharp, if you missed 3:30 (like 3:35, you were SOL and had to wait for dinner)

If the weather forecast read anything under 70ºF (21ºC), long sleeved shirts the day after. You were allowed to wear shorts if the forecast read over 80ºF (27ºC).

I had a set of "home" clothes and "outside" clothes. Had to change right when I got home from anything, school, errands, etc.

I couldn't read "Seventeen" magazine because I wasn't 17. I couldn't watch PG-13 movies till I turned 13.

I'm sure there are others, but my mother was strict and controlling and had such a strange set of rules.

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I always have home and outside clothes. I find it disgusting otherwise. No hate to ppl who prefer it otherwise :)

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I wasn't allowed anything remotely entertaining, TV, mobile or toys in my bedroom until I was 16, and that only changed because I bought my own entertainment and convinced my mum that because I bought it and was old enough it shouldn't be a rule anymore. All I had in my bedroom were books and my bed, really bland room.

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When I was a young child my toys were in the spare room next to my room, my own play room. I soon outgrew toys and spent most of the sunlight out with friends. when I was 15, the Xbox 360 was released and they got one from their parents and rather play Xbox than come outside, it got lonely quick. I didn't and even if I did I wouldn't be able to use it much because my dad would always watch tv, and I wasn't allowed my own tv. So I got a job as a pizza delivery boy saved the money and bought my own Xbox 360 and tv.

I was adamant that I was old enough to have own tv and whatever in my room, even girls. Bought the Xbox 360 and tv, took them home set them up in my room and started playing, around 2 hours later, mum comes in to tell me dinner is ready, then she spots my tv and goes apeshit. So I stood up and I told her, I worked my a*s off to buy this stuff, I earned the money doing a job and that if I'm old enough to work, I am old enough to have a tv or whatever in my room. She walked off, probably to tell my dad then 1 hour later came back with my dinner on a tray and said I was right, I have grown up and that she was proud of me for getting a job and earning money for myself, I can have whatever in my room. JUST DON'T STAY UP ALL NIGHT PLAYING GAMES!

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I had to wait until I was 13 to shave my legs. I think I should mention my legs looked like something from caveman days. It was so embarrassing to dress out in P.E.

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I was well into my thirties before I started shaving my legs and body hair. Not parents, just cultural, I guess. I could never work out why it was OK for boys to have yukky hair all over but not for girls.

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I was doing some online courses while I was in highschool. We had terrible Internet, and no internet access anywhere but the family computer, so I convinced my mom to let me go out and get a wifi router. She allowed it after some time, but any time I wasn't activiley doing my online courses, the router had to be shut off. She said she didn't want the house filling up with the wi-fi...

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My mom turned off the router over night breaking it every two months, after some time i told her not to turn it off and oh wonder it didn't break anymore.

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no black policy. i mean, no black clothes or shoes.

i don't even understand why. and of course, only me and my sister were blamed by teachers if we had no matching black shoes for our school formal wear... "what's wrong with you? why are these brown?!" sure, children's fault. /s meh.

edit: once i managed to get an ugly secondhand sweater of the color black and my mother was yelling like mad and my father looked very pissed off either.

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> sure, children's fault. /s meh. I had three sisters & my mom dropped me at my school after dropping them off. I got punished OFTEN for being late ... because it was definitely in my control, right? Add that to "I don't know who started the fight so you both get punished" and you can probably figure out why I left home at 15.

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This one isn't weird, but oppressive might be a good word to describe it. When I was young I had to finish my food, no matter what it was or how much it was. Most of the time I didn't serve myself so I was basically served a big heaping plate of misery and over fullness. I would understand the rule if I served myself and I got way too much, but what the hell?

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This abuse. It happened to me and recently found out it's abuse

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My father told me that if I went to a friend's house and my friend's parents offered me anything to eat, I was supposed to refuse. I took this rule very seriously. I remember once a friend's mother offered me a slice of cantaloupe, and when I refused, she tried really hard to coax me to eat it. It got embarrassing.

My father grew up in poverty on a farm in the south, and he lived through the depression. He always had enough to eat, but there were some kids in the neighborhood who didn't. These kids were always hungry, and would try to scrounge food from neighbors. Neighbors would feed them, but they hated having to do it, and they blamed the kids' parents. So the parents of the hungry kids had a bad reputation; the neighbors assumed they were (and maybe they actually were) alcoholics, or just generally lazy good-for-nothings.

So my father's fear was: if I accepted any food from anybody, or if I appeared to be hungry at all, people would think I wasn't getting enough food at home, and therefore my father was a bad provider.

My father, by the way, had lots of paranoid ideas.

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Depression messed a lot of people up. I learned some of my cooking from my grandmother. She used to show me how to use every part of everything we cooked, no waste. Was a necessity for her back then, now it's good to follow

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Change into your pyjamas as soon as you get back from school.

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Plenty of cultures encourage changing into "house clothes" when you get home from school or work cause street clothes may be dirty or germy. Doesn't necessarily need to be pjs though.

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Yeah, I change into “home clothes” but not pjs…

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My house clothes are Pjs but they are super comfy short/ tee shirt pairs

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Exactly. We change into home clothes after we've been out, but it seems like needing to be in pajamas starting at 3 or 4 in the afternoon would be really limiting. What if you want to play outside or have a friend over?

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Mine for example. House clothes and house slippers.

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I do this with absolutely zero provocation. Home? Time for pjs, dog cuddles and a cocktail. Cheers.

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I ask my child to change out of school uniform when she gets home because if she dosnt she will get food on it or dog hairs and im sick of washing it every single day

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Tbh this isn't that strange, at my house as soon as we come home we change out of school clothes to pj's or comfy clothes

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We had to be bathed and in PJs by the time my parents got home from work.

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I do this and I haven't had parents telling me what to do since I moved out in my late teens. Home from work? Automatic pajama change because the day is done with me and I'm done with it.

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I love getting into PJs asap. For me, this would be a reward. Because screw torture implements like bras. Being comfy at home all the time is awesome!

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I had a friend who would comes home from school and make herself a baby bottle. She was 8.

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We couldn't use the word "fart." It was "fluffy."

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We called it 'wind'.

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We weren't allowed in the lounge room, which was like 40% of the house, as we may mess it up - It was only later in life that the lounge room was open to usage again.

Even worse, my Mum used to make the carpet pile stand up with a broom (it was 80s shag pile carpet) and used to make us walk on the edge of the carpet near the wall so we wouldn't trample it....

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I wonder if this obsession with perfect lounges/living rooms/parlors is about people wanting SOMETHING perfect in their otherwise unfulfilling life.

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Since my mother is obese, we were never allowed to say the word "fat." Her weight, and the weight of my sisters, was the elephant in the room. We were not allowed to address it, or face punishment in the form of a hit to whichever body part was easily accessible at the time.

I was also not allowed to refuse my parent's requests and orders. Thankfully, neither one did anything like molest us or otherwise take sexual advantage of us. However, the requests were downright lazy and stupid. Most of my childhood, when I was indoors, was spent fetching things for my mom. I would constantly be running to the kitchen to fetch her a drink or snack, or to get the remote off of the table that was 5 feet away from her.

The second part made me really dependent on authority figures, and I still have difficulty denying requests and orders from my family and from others. It takes a conscious effort on my part to question authority in any form. I'm getting better in my adult years, but the process has been slow.

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"Elephant in the room" LOL.

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My parents never let me look at people kissing on tv when i was a kid. Not sure what they were trying to teach me but i guess i should thank them for my adult awkwardness in PDA situations including my own.

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My mom would make a loud sound everytime there was a curse word on tv..

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No drumming on the plates with my spoon and fork while waiting for the food to get ready. My dad said it summoned demons. My six-year-old self was terrified. Turns out my dad was just an irritable person. (Grew up to be like him, haha.)

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Drumming with spoon and fork on a plate, you just were a noisy little s**t and he taught you not to be.

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My parents had a perfect house and yard. I mean PERFECT. Everyone in the family spent hours to create this perfection. We had a lot of pine trees too. Huge, mature, 40-year-old pine trees. About 15 of them. However, pine cones were not allowed. There was to be no pine cones under the pine trees. It was one of my jobs to make sure that I scooted under these trees and picked up all the pine cones about every weekend in the spring, summer, and fall. It was usually done when we mowed the lawn and did the trimming. I specifically bought a house with no pine trees because it gives me flashbacks.

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Maybe pinecones damaged the mower blades?

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Once you get home from school, you don't go out. It's been like that until I moved out the summer after high school ended. My mom just never allowed it or did it herself, once she got home from work she wouldn't go out to buy anything, ever, no matter how much one of us needed it (New calculator, lined paper...). She'd go buy it before coming home after work the next day. We'd buy ALL our food on Saturday, hundreds of dollars of it, and wouldn't buy a thing during the week. We never had friends outside of school because of that. I still have a really hard time with the dynamic of simply meeting people outside of work/school where we all have to be.

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How do any of us meet anybody outside of where we are required to be?

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Working from sunup to sundown every weekend. Coming home from football practice and working until you couldn't see. Dad didn't like spending money, even though he had plenty. We grew our own food, or hunted it. I didn't eat beef until I was 18 and in college. My dad made six figures, but still drove a car he had from 1987. It was just me and my dad, remodeling the house from sunup to sundown every day in the summer, while all my friends were at the lake. I'm still not good at having friends, but I know how to work hard.

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You probably know how to destroy your body before you're 30 and not how to work hard. My dad always used me and my brother as cheap workers to renovate his house. He let us work as hard as for us possible. He took care we have no friends and once my parents divorced we were his working crew every saturday. The worst thing about it he manipulated us to have fun and be happy to help. The result is that since i'm 20 my back is in a critical state, any harder movement and i'll be bound to wheelchair for the rest of my life. Thanks Dad.

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Kids may not talk back to adults and adults are always right. Meaning when an adult tells you to do something you have to do it without question.

When an adult f.e. says something you know is a myth you have to act like you didnt hear it or its true because otherwise you get massive s**t on like "Yeah, that may be right, but we are adults and a little brat like you won't talk back to an adult little brats have to shut up!"

Or when adults came to dinner you had to sit on the table and eat with them but had to be silent all the time. Everyone was talking but when you tried to get a conversation LIKE EVERYONE ELSE you get reprimanded that your just a brat and have to shut up when adults are talking.

I was 'allowed' to 'take part in conversation' when I was asked a question.

Like "Blablabla, 457kthnx is really good in school, right 457kthnx? "Yes, thats true" "What grades do you have" "As and Bs" "He's best in class. blablablabla [I had to be silent again for when they continued and they talked long]".

The thing is I wasn't really 'allowed' to answer the question. That was just an euphemism for an order. I had to. It was more like your military sergeant from 1960 asking you something. That also wasnt a conversation. It wasnt enyoable.

Still haunts me as an adult. I never was that good at making friends in elementary school and after elementary school when you needed social skills to have friends and not just a game or a football I lost my old friends and never got new ones.

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We had so many. For example, if we have the coughs, we weren't allowed to go inside the house unless all the phlegm is out of our system (supposedly).
Also, if I lick my lips in public (without covering it with my hands), it means I'm initiating a kiss from someone.
Also, no playing with our toys unless we drink about half a gallon of water.

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Don't know how many liters half a gallon are but drinking enough warer is very important.

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For the longest time, my mother made sure I couldn't watch any movies with anything remotely sexual or 'scary'.

For example, if there was any kind of kissing, cuddling or foreplay in a movie, she'd come charging in, demand I look away, and basically taught me to shun all things sexual.

Another time, she freaked out when my friend's dad said we were watching Tremors, which was PG13, and we were 12. If anything, my friend and I felt like total badasses going to see 14A movies at age 12.

But most of all, for years, she was very adamant that I could NEVER see The Hills Have Eyes. She eventually relented on some other horror movies, even watched Alien with me, but that was the one I could never see. She straight up told me I wouldn't know that it was just a movie, and I'd end up with long-term damage.

Eventually, I watched it through the power of the internet, and you know what? I survived, and I thought it was great, if you like horror. And the look of defeat when I told her I had seen the movie was hilarious. Eventually, she gave up.

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haha, my uncle once told me when i was like 8 to not watch "nightmare before Christmas" cause it was super messed, up and scary {my uncle was a meat head, gym rat, looked like a wrestler{Goldberg close i swear} on steroid back then, but hes a good family man now tho} and when i finally watched it at like 15 , it turned out the reason it was "super messed, up and scary" cause he was scared of "puppets&dolls" and thats what the characters were too much like lol

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No drinking while eating your meal. You are only allowed to drink before or after eating dinner. They thought it was unhealthy for some reason.

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OMG! My grandparents had this rule of no drinks while eating, and I have a really fond memory of my mom telling off my gma, who was visiting for a week, saying "my girls are allowed a drink with meals, this is my house, they're my kids and I always hated that rule!"

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My parents never took me out to dinner ever. Not exaggerating at all. In my 18 years living with them, we did not eat out even once.

The habit was to have 3 meals at home. Even when I was older (in highschool) and deliberately went out with friends, they still compelled me to eat 3 meals everyday at home. When I got home there was my share on the table and I had to finish all of it no matter what.

That meant I had to hold back when I went out with friends, the reason was always "I cannot skip dinner, sorry, you guys go on without me." As a teenager that was a very lame thing to say, or so I thought.

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My mom let me watch Southpark, R rated movies, all sorts of vulgar s**t...

But I wasn't allowed to watch Maury or Rescue 911.... because they profited from exploiting other people's negative circumstances.

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That makes actually sense to me.

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