when I was 10 my dad died....I still have not forgiven him for that.

Well, my dad died when I was 10 but I don't he did it to be mean to me. That was the worst thing he ever did to me though.

Ignored me.

my mother is an abusive bitch and loves to drink too. good riddance

my Dad beating my brothers.

my parents ignored me

By the way I guess I should tell what mine was; my mom did alot of awful things but one that always has haunted me is when she put me in a closet away from everyone and told me I was evil and full of the devil and was not allowed to touch anyone in the family. She said I was posest. Thats just 1 of 1000 things she did to me before I was 10.

My cheap dad bought Kelloggs Corn Flakes everyweek for my whole childhood.

when i found out i was pregnant at twenty, my dad completely cut me out of his life. we barely spoke for three years, anytime he ran into me, he went to other way. all because i didn't get married right away. and now because we have semi-resumed a relationship, he tells me he knew i would come back to him one day if he ignored me long enough. he also puts down everything i believe in if it differs from his own beliefs. he blames my mom for any mistakes i've made, but takes credit for every good thing i've done. he isn't a horrible father, but in his eyes he's perfect.

Both my parents abandoned there 6 kids

Well, my real mother pretty much has said, since I was born that I'm not worth her time. She lives in Spokane and I love on the other side of the state. She has a great relationship with her other kids (They're adults now, but they're still her kids), but she never called me on her own, she barely made time to come see me if she was visiting her husband's kid over here. Once when I was around the age of 4, my dad was in the shower, and she literally kidnapped me. I didn't have time to get my stuff, she just wanted me to get in the car and she would buy me new stuff later. My father married an alcoholic who eventually became abusive. Once, she picked me up by my neck and held me up against the wall by my neck because I didn't rinse out a dish as well as she had liked. Also she once beat me with a leather belt because I wasn't eating my beets fast enough- I hated beets then and I hate them now. I literally swallowed them without chewing to get them in my mouth and it still wasn't fast enough. It took some of the kids in my class to notice the marks when I had swimming practice (it was mandatory in elementary school) to convince me to tell the teacher for anything to be done about it.

sunday school every week

They died.

Certain forms of emotional neglect that I don't care to elaborate on.

got a divorce which really was not that tramatic

My parents stayed together "for the kids". Thx guys, that really worked out well. Then they had the audacity to ask me, when I was 19, if I was OK with them separating!? I was already in the service by then and couldn't have given a crap if they both took a flying fu** at a rolling donut on a gravel driveway.

SENDING ME TO PUBLIC SCHOOL> WORST EXPEIRIENCE EVER!

It wasnt too awful, but I deserved it. I was being a punk kid in my teenage years and really started pissing them off. They couldnt trust me anymore and took my door off the hinges so I would not have any privacy at all. It was rough, but looking back on it, it worked.

My mother was a drug addict and never loved me. She let her boyfriends take advantage of me. Her second husband beat me. My mother abandoned me.

They made me afraid to try.

My dad tricked me into eating a heapin' helpin' of lima beans. I barfed in my plate. Once when I was really sick, I asked my dad to bring me a bucket because I could barely walk (probably dehydrated). He wouldn't do it. Maybe he was getting back at me for the lima bean incident.

My parents separated when I was 14, and both of them became so wrapped up in their new relationships that I was essentially on my own from the time I was 15. I had no clothes to wear to school, so I couldn't attend very often and when I did I had to wear my pajamas or my Dad's old clothes from his closet (he always stayed at his girlfriend's house so he was never home). I literally went hungry because there was noone home to buy groceries. Both of them pretty much deserted me when I really needed them most, so I started drinking and staying out all night - thinking that maybe that would get them worried enough about me to pay some attention, but neither of them even noticed. Probably not as extreme as some other stories here, but it's something that still affects my relationship with both of my parents to this day, not to mention my personal sanity.

Allowed me to move out. Its tough in the real world.

Apart from my mum kicking me out at 16 and pregnant, she rang me up on my 21st birthday and told me she wished she had aborted me!

We never had any communication between us. It was always very limited to how my day was and vice versa. I never really felt like I could approach my parents with my real problems because they would just yell at me and somehow make it seem like I was at fault for what was happening. I'm now 25 years old, and I still feel like I can't speak to my parents about any real issues in my life. I feel like that affected my other relationships because sometimes I have a real hard time expressing what's in my heart and on my mind.

My stepfather read my diary from the time I was about 12 until I stopped keeping one at 16. That would be normal, except for the fact that there were some things in there about some sexual abuse involving his son that he never told my mother about, but when I slept with my first boyfriend he made copies of the pages and gave them to my mother to read - he never showed her the entire diary.

When my front tooth was about ready to fall out my dad decided to try the old tie a string to a door knob trick. Not only did my tooth come out but it ripped up my gums and made an awful mess. Also, my parents didn't believe in spankings so they we always thinking up different ways to punish me. At one point we went through a "wet food" stage. If I was really bad they would poor water on my food and make me eat it wet. This actually worked pretty well until I just quit eating altogether. I know these things arent that bad compared to most the stories on here, but my parents were pretty normal, just really creative.

My parents were older when I was born they were alchololics but not to the point of hurting me I would say the worst thing was having me so late in life they were not there for me like a normal mom and dad would have been my dad dies when I was 11 and mom died when I was 26

My mother had me close my eyes and she put a straw in my mouth and told me to drink,it was mayonaise and i'v hated mayonaise and everything that has mayonaise since then. I was probably nine or ten years old.

** THE WORST THING MY MOM HAS EVER SAID TOME, WAS YOUR A CHEAP BITCH... ONLY CUZ I DIDNT GET MONEY FROM A GUY I WENT OUT ON A DATE WITH... THE WAY SHE SAID IT JUST BROKE MY HEART.... BUT THEN I GOT OVER IT.... I WILL NEVER FORGIVER HER FOR THAT.....

** THE WORST THING MY MOM HAS EVER SAID TOME, WAS YOUR A CHEAP BITCH... ONLY CUZ I DIDNT GET MONEY FROM A GUY I WENT OUT ON A DATE WITH... THE WAY SHE SAID IT JUST BROKE MY HEART.... BUT THEN I GOT OVER IT.... I WILL NEVER FORGIVER HER FOR THAT.....

The most awful thing they have done has been to make me feel like I was never good enough, even now at age 32 they speak down to me call me names, and until recently i was always going back for more, because i wanted to feel accepted. It finally clicked in my head that no matter what i do, they will ALWAYS find something they don't like about me and blow it up. my mother even speaks badly about me to my ex husbands girlfriend. I feel very betrayed by her. I have not spoken to her in a month and i don't plan on speaking to her until she can speak to me with respect.

I didn't have real traumas, but on the humorous side: For Christmas one year I had asked for a stereo and I recieved a indestructible Samsonite suitcase and at 15 it is embarrassing when all your buddies are comparing notes for Hanukah and Christmas gifts and when it comes to you...well you pull out the piece of Samsonite.

My mum kept me from playing out and mixing with other children apart from going to school and i was a only child,i used to watch the children playing outside in the hot summer of 1976,but stayed in the whole 6 weeks!!!:(

My daddy left my mom when she was pregnent with me so i grew up without my father

They died. I had amazing parents. They were loving, firm, caring, with clear discipline lines, and I miss them both terribly. (they were in their 80's when they died)

Well, they died. My mother died birthing me and my father when I was barely 18. I have no complaints about my father. He was not perfect but I would not have traded him or changed him for the world.

my dad was a cocaine addict and an alcoholic. instead of getting help for his problems, he left my mom (all of 20 years old) to take care of me by herself, and didn't resurface until i was 18 years old. no child support, no birthday cards, nothing. thanks dad :D

When i was 11 years old, My dad looked me dead in the eyes and said "your not my son anymore". and then he turned around and walked away. I never had a relationship with him since...

Well, my biological dad could give a fiddler's fart about me. He also beat my mom, cheated on her, and left her with no money till she divorced him. He would duck out of child support and my mom would have to chase him down to get him to come see me. He told me lie after lie when I did go see him and was so controlling or drunk I woul dwant to go home after a week. Between visits he never called or sent me cards. All fo my birthday a nd Christmas presents when I wasn't with him came from my mom. My mom was mentally ill and a drunk my whole childhood and people ignored it. She also hopped from one loser to the other for years. And she really couldn't care for me and my half brother. We spent most of the time being raised by relatives till I was almost 11. And when we were only in her care we had to put up with a drug addicted step dad who abused her for a year. She's also very manipulative. And when ever I really need her she gets "sick", does things to focus everyone's attention on her, or forgets me. That's why I didn't believe she had anything wrong with her when she first got cancer. The worst of all her offenses were when my fiancee died she "forgot" where I worked at and claimed to not have the number which was on the fidge for six months so I went a whole day not knowing he was dead. While I was planning his funeral she kept calling me asking when and where it was on a cell phone that was broken because she didn't feel like walking down an getting a newspaper. But the funeral was the worst she had these terrible back pains that made her and my dad an hout late. Translation she found out I had my youngest son there. And when she got there she grabbed him out of my arms without a word and march out of the room as spry as could be. Now my step-dad he did his own misdeed by coming hom ean hour late for my college orintation he was suppost to take me too and announcing I was too immature for college. And then got mad when I spent the week crying in my room. They both try to control me and treat me like nothing I do is ever good enough. The also went in spurts of either ignoring me or coming down on me like a ton of bricks. Usally after setting me up to fail. While running to my druggie half brother's aid at the drop of the hat. What cracks me up is they tell me they've been thinking about stuff to help me out for years, but it never happens. And after all that I go over every day and sit with my mom, clean their house, and cook their dinner just so he can go to work and she's not home alone with the cancer. By the way it's lung and she's still smoking.

Left boiling water out which I fell into,locked me in a caravan quite a few times.But I can at least partly forgive her as she had depression and post natal depression.

how anything that goes wrong in the house is always my fault and that they both have a favourite, my younger brother, and how "i cant tell them anything" and they wonder why it is.

my parents had me. thats the most awful thing they have done to me.

left me alone for nearly 3 months and left me here to die inside and become severly depressed and severly lonley. and loved my sister more than i when it should be equil. and only worry about her feelings and not mine and just put me in a dark corner to be ignored. and go through my stuff, my privacy in my room and read every single detail and make me feel guilty for it on purpose. make me feel stressed about every little thing i do, make me feel like i will never be good enough for them, make me feel like i have to be just like my sister to be loved. going without love is the worst thing in the world that anyone can ever put you through. and my parents did exactly that. now i hate myself because i feel i'll never be any good in this life. i feel i have nothing to live for and i'm just a waste. but i'm getting better... and i believe God puts everyone on this earth for a reason.

my parents once gave me and my lil brother a real bag of switches for x-mas when i was 9 years old but gave our sister nice gifts.we werent that bad.

The worst thing that my father did to me was beat me physically and mentally. He told me that I wasn't worth anything and that I was a devil worshiper. I ran away and fell through barbwire because of him and finally walked through a creek to get away. He tried to strangle me one day and my mother had to pull him off of me. I am twenty now and am still afraid of him till this very day.

Drank and made me be the "mom"...

My mom forgot to give me a birthday card for my 21st birthday...i'm 22 now!

Today, my mom almost kicked me out I think. But I deserved it.

I was pushed through a window. Still have quite a few scars from that one. Beaten on a regular basis, until I learned that fighting back was the only way to get it to stop. I'm not a violent person, by any means...but there comes a time to fight back, and if I hadn't learned that...I doubt I'd be around to tell this story.

my mom said she hopes i get mauled by a wolf.

my mom let my stepdad molest me for years and when it all came out and we went to court she got up on the witness stand and told everyone that i was lyin and that she didnt know anything about what he did

My mother told me to start calling her sally instead of mom because she was ashamed to be my mother!!

Sent me to Catholic Bible School and told me I would burn in Hell if I didn't obey God and the Nuns.

my real dad beated me and my mother and my sister.. when we were all kids... and then he raped my sister and told me I was a mistake and that if he could of killed me he would of

Took away my Rock em Sock em robots because I did'nt take the garbage out when told.

Sending me to school.

They got divorced. =/

My dad always used to tell me he was ashamed of me because I was always a very sensetiove person and cried alot as a kid and still do as a grown man He told me that I will never make it in life because I care too much and am too soft hearted. I still am and I made it through 45 years just fine the way I am.

Well, mine may be more extreme than some of what has been said, but I 100% feel everyone's suffering here. Mom - Smoke and drank during pregnancy. When she was 4 she shot herself at the corner of 5th and Lehigh Streets in Philadelphia, PA. I can show you her grave. The sad thing is, I didn't flinch or cry when I saw her die. Dad - My dad doesn't beat me, like a case might be above, but it's gotten to the point where I've legally emancipated myself from his custody and am living with a FRIEND's UNCLE who knows me more in 1 week then my dad has for 14 years. I play games to escape reality and try my best to ignore that my Dad lives with me, but I can't handle it anymore. He told me I was worthless, accidental, and some other things 2 days after my Mom died. He thinks I was too young to remember it. Now when he asks how my day was, I sometimes can't muster a smile through the old pain. My only goal in life is to make people happy now. Now when my dad asks how my day was, I smile and say good just to see him happy for a moment. Note: When my dad gets new girlfriends so to speak, he thinks I want a mother figure, which I don't, but I understand he's trying. After 3 times of leaving me home to play video games 24/7 (instead of do drugs and stuff), he wonders why I've left his custody. It means a lot to me now. I just got accepted to University of Pennsylvania's Worton School of Business (Ivy League College). He called to congratulate me. I answered and told him if he calls me again I'll kill him one way or another. Gladly, I haven't heard from him since and have yet to have something bad in my life happen. :)

The wost awful thing my parents did to me.... was they made me break off my wedding with my boyfriend just because they didn't like him. I had the whole wedding planned... bridesmaid..maid of honor and every thing. colors...day.. evrthing and then 3 months before they tell me that i can't marry them or even see him any more so...yeah i think thats about the most awful thing my parents did to me.

Nothing..my parents may not be perfect but they never did anything awful to me and to my siblings.

OMG!! They tried to make me be nice to my siblings. Thats hard for a devious mind to comprehend. Mom still tries to make be be nice to my younger sister...but damn..I have so many ideas!!

*After my parents divorced my dad pretty much abandoned me. *At my uncle's funeral who committed suicide, my mom left. And I had to sit through the ceremony alone. I was in like 4th grade. *I have a phobia of water and my mom pushed me into a 12 ft. pool when I didn't know how to swim. I was aroun 10. They weren't abusive to me, but they were just kinda messed up every now and then. :D

My father, after I divorced and had no where to go called me evil and called my son, at the time 5years old satan and gay. He picked my son up over his head and tried to throw him before my mother stopped him. My mother did not tell me about that incident until later. He is mentally ill and obsessed on me and my son being evil.

MY mom said i will never find a love out there.

My mother slap me in the face

burn my legs with cigarettes...molest me...humiliate me

My parents had a really ugly divorce when I was about 13... one of the worst times to deal with it. Sometimes I would have rather been physically beaten because it hurt so bad. Now I'm 20 and I have accepted the fact that they're both over it, remarried, and happy again. But I still have all of these trust and relationship issues from watching them fall apart. I feel like I will never be able to have a normal relationship, and the one that I did have just fell apart overnight. It's so hard.

I often think back on my childhood and the main thing that sticks out in my mind is my 'mother' calling me terrible names and ripping my clothing off... calling me a whore at the age of 10. The things that we go through as children impacts us throughout life, parents do not seem to realize this and in return the child suffers immensely... We choose what path to walk down as adults and I find it much easier to move forward if the parent is confronted for the things that they put their children through.

reading this makes me really sad. I'm sorry so many of you had rough childhoods. my parents were wonderful though i would have to say that when they got divorced that talked badly about each other in front of me...not a good idea.

my dad beat me until i was blind in oth eyes!!! luckily i got my eyesight back completely later on.

The worse thing my parents ever did to me was stay together thinking it would be "better" for us kids. The reality of it is - Witnessing the two bicker & fight constantly wasn't "better" for anyone. I know now it was selfish of them to give us the "memories" of our childhood that they did because neither one cared enough about who really mattered most... the kids

created and gave birth to me!

My parents adopted me. My mother then abused me sexually,mentally and physically. WHY?

my mother lived, and made me live with her, but made me live in total isolation, eating week-old pinto beans out of aluminum pans... once she left me for three months, durring the summer after 4th grade.

my dad used to beat me, and then there are a few other things, i was raped when i was 8 to the time i was 10 and neither of my parents believed me, because i didnt come to them, i went to a teacher..

Stay together and let us watch them fist fight

Make a promise knowing it could not be kept.

Omg. All of you peoples' stories have touched my heart so intensely and xoxo's to each and everyone of you peeps.*weeps* Thank god I only woop my 2 older brothers butts.

My dad strangled me while we was on holiday and left me on the beach! my mum made him collect me but i had years of abuse from him be4 that and after my brother started 2 join in after because he saw it as fun and the rigt thing to do - my mum ignored the whole situation

my mom and step-dad neglected to tell me that my father died. I found out b/c his mom(my grandma) called b/c she was mad at my mom and told me tell you mother thanks for telling you you father died 2 weeks ago! years latter come to find out he called the day before he died and wanted to talk to me and she wouldnt let him. This was 14 years ago

still me: yea i still see them i dont like to tho, me and my mum have got litle closer this last year but were still not like a mother and daughter! me and my bro r OK! i think he realizes he did wrong and is trying to be nice but i pulled so far away i wont let him back in my life-my dad i hate i never want to see him again in my life! its hard coz he lives with my mum (although hes moving out soon) i still c him when i visit her but as soon as hes outa her life hes outs mine 2!

When I was little, like 6-9 years old, my mom and I would get into arguments a lot. We would both say things we didn't mean, and I would run crying to my dad. He told me he couldn't understand what I was saying when i tried to explain the argument to him, so he told me to write it down, complete with all the mean things my mom said to me, and sign it at the bottom. i thought it was wierd to sign it, but he was my dad, so i trusted him. the next day, my mom and i would usually make up. my dad collected these 'documents' for 3 years, and one day, out of the blue, he called the police and tried to have my mom arrested for child abuse. a divorce shortly followed, and he tried to use my writing as evidence. i felt ashamed and betrayed. he lost custody in the divorce, as the judge didn't believ i actually wrote the documents, and that my dad made them up. he left to california, and i've since heard rumors that's he's gotten remarried and has a baby.

let me grow up

They abused us all, but especially me.....My stories are something I don't feel comfortable sharing here. Answer Edited: Explanation in comment thread below

Before I was born, my father left, coz he aint ready yet for a family. I reside with my mother 8 years after. My mother And I went to him, at his place. I really hated my father. he made my life miserable. he never makes time for me. it's always been money for our relationship. it's always been his money-love. even we already Met, Things didnt change. it's been always a financial relationship. Im now 18, and ive been in so much trouble / addiction because of his money ( not drugs, im clean ) I flunked out of high school because of this. Emotional stress, inferiority complex, It should have been different if he's more than a money on my pocket, I wished he stood beside me on those painful tragic years, I would have been a better man.

My Father was lost in alcoholism ,My mother was severely mentally ill.If and when my father was around somebody got hurt bad.He was a violent dangerous drunk. I watched him beat my mother down often. He handcuffed my brother to a bed and beat him till he was motionless. locked my little brother in the trunk of a car and left him there. Many beatings and broken bones for me.I urinated blood from the stress. My brother died in my mothers arms. after that she went off the deep end .she poisoned me twice the put me in the hospital. She would attack me while I slept,beating and stabbing me. the last attack was near fatal. my older brother save my life during the vicious attack he grabbed her from behind pushed her into another room locked the door and drug me out of the house.If it was not for the protection of my God ,I would not be alive. I later made amends with both my parents and was by their side when they passed on.It is my responsibility to break the chain of violence and insanity and let my children have lives free from all of the darkness of the previous generations. I share my experience for the one who still suffers alone .

i guess cutting through my bedroom door with an axe' an sticking the vacum cleaner in my face while it was spinning,cutting me badly,or having sex with many different men in front of me,or maybe it was the beating me till blood ran down my legs, for no reason oh wait i know it was the wishing i died when i was in an accident.anyway i lived through it an i'm glad the bitch is dead, went to her funeral just to make sure ! hahaha burn you hateful bitch ! god will deal with you!

an my father he's dead to hahahahaha !what a peace of shit .was going to kill him but he died before i could get the chance' an people wonder why people are so fucked up in this freak of a world !go figure

don't know where to start' some of it is blocked out just want to know why but the're dead no one ever has given me an answer they just say mom was crazy. thanks..

pain lost need someone to care what to know why things happened to me at first i thought god was preparing me for something' now i think its a curse .

I was emotionally and physically abused by my father. Some details are in my answer here: http://www.answerbag.com/a_view/2412531

Gee where to begin. I think trying to intentionally sabotage my college is pretty high up there.

why do you want to help and if i did let you in whats going to keep me from loosing my mind'you don't know me i'm not crazy or anything but i'm afraid to go there i've lost a lot of things in my life because of everything thats happened including the one i love the most. sometimes i just think of ending it all then it will stop.

ok lets what you can do' an i will try also no matter what you do its not going to fix the person i lost i need her.

ok just trying to explain things sorry i bothered you ! you know i started to think you could help

The most awful thing was when i was about 6 years old. My mom was crying about something so i went up to give her a hug and tell her it was okay and she pushed me away. I know that doesnt seem awful but at the time when i was little it really hurt my feelings. I went and cried after...haha poor dad had to deal with 2 crying people..haha

That'd be a tie between being thrown across the living room hard enough to fracture sheetrock or being dangled my my ankle off of a third-floor balcony. I am reasonably sure that my father did worse, but some survival instinct pretty much blocked off a LOT of things.

Tear up my art work, try to turn me against the absent parent and fail to encourage success.