Kids already deal with schoolwork, adolescence, and the daunting task of growing older. Add in a few absurd rules from parents, and you have the perfect recipe for teen angst and rebellion. A 9 pm curfew sounds unfair - until your parents tell you that sneezing more than "twice in a row" is grounds for punishment. More than just entertaining, these outrageous parenting techniques reveal the surprising number of crappy parents in the world.
Dad Needs To Grow Up
From Redditor /u/unsweetee:
My dad didn't believe in periods. He literally didn't believe that a female needed to use products because he didn't understand the amount of blood. He was very religious and made reference to the women in "Bible times" who did not use or need products. When I cried that I needed feminine products, he gave me food stamps to buy them. I was humiliated.
He accused me of cutting myself and called the police. I was 12. It wasn't too long after that I was sent to live with my mom. But by then, I was already traumatized. That f*cker is still crazy; I haven't spoken to him since then.
Bad Mom Award
From Redditor /u/Lipsickandpixiedust:
When I was in 5th grade I wrote some stuff in my diary about masturbating, and like a month late my mom went through all my stuff. She would randomly go in my room and tear it apart. I'd always get in trouble for something, and then I'd have to clean up the mess and be grounded for whatever amount she felt like that day.
So anyway, she found that diary entry. She picked me up from school and wouldn't talk to me. I got home, my door was removed from my room, the diary entry was taped on the wall, and I was threatened with a belt if I didn't answer all her invasive questions.
The Cross To Bear
From Redditor /u/regalternative:
I wasn't allowed to cross any streets until middle school. Thus, my best friends were the ones who lived on the same block as me.
From Redditor /u/happy_little_three:
We could not listen to music with guitars in it. I will never forget the day my brother was listening to Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, and my father took the radio and threw it out the window. Spent my childhood listening to Richard Marx and Michael Bolton. Thanks, dad.