My mother hit me in the face with a rolling pin. I pushed her against the bench and punched her in the face a few times. My father came in hearing all the noise and charged at me; we wrestled and tried hitting each other a bit until I got on top of him and grabbed a plate off the bench and smashed it on his head. I got up and ran out of the house and went to a friend's house. That was the last I ever saw of them. I just got on a bus and never went back. They got my new cell phone number seven months after I left. The moment she said it was her, I told her I hoped she and my father would both die and to never contact me again and hung up.
It's been two years since that call and I've had people tell me they asked for my number, address and stuff but the only people they know who know that stuff are people that know to some degree why I hate them."
"I wasn't allowed to watch TV. This was not a punishment, I just wasn't allowed to watch TV in general. Apparently, it lets in the devil. The second I, as the last kid, moved out, they started watching TV all the time.
My parents were a part of a Christian religious offshoot named 'The Move' or 'The Move of God.' It was founded by a man named Same Fife, and is continued today by a man named Buddy Cobb.
Some things 'The Move' believed in that we had to endure as kids: women had to wear dresses, no TV/video games, forced participation in religious ceremonies, little to no contact with the outside world (all my friends were Move-ites), and exorcisms. The school I went to was part of 'The Move' group, too. There was no escape."
"I had zero privacy growing up. I wasn't allowed any.
The room to my door was always open, up until my teens. My mom read my diary my entire life and grounded me for what I wrote, so I eventually stopped keeping one.
No watching TV alone. No talking or texting on the phone at night 'because you say things at night you wouldn't during the day.' Soon this became turning in my phone nightly. They eventually wised up and just put a keystroke thing on my computer and a parental control on my phone so it couldn't work at night.
Once they caught me texting a boyfriend and my stepfather took my phone into the garage and smashed it into pieces with a hammer in front of me.
Many, many other examples of control. I wasn't allowed to go to prom, I couldn't wear makeup or pluck my eyebrows, no form fitting clothing even into high school. We had rules for what we could and couldn't eat and when.
My father poked fun at my weight all the time. 'Through the lips, straight to the hips,' he would say and poke at my 13-year-old stomach."
"My friend's father was really big on protecting my friend's hands because, at the time, he played the clarinet, and his dad was terrified that he'd hurt himself and would never play again.
So if there was a game - any game - that involved hands, he wasn't allowed to play it. No arcade games, no N64, no sports of any kind. His dad literally tattled to my parents once because we were playing Thumb War (you know, 1, 2, 3, 4, I declare a thumb war), and he was afraid that a bunch of 6-year-olds would kick it into overdrive and accidentally break his son's hand.
So yeah, when we were invited over, the only thing we could do was watch TV and watch him practice his clarinet."
"I'd say there's quite a list:
-No closed bedroom doors. For any reason.
-The router got unplugged at 11 pm on weeknights.
-I wasn't allowed to go to any friend's house for any reason unless my parents had met the parents.
-No electronics in the bedroom. This included laptops to do homework.
-Phones were turned into my parents weekly (at a random time and unknown day) and unlocked to be 'looked through.'
-No dating. No exceptions.
And I must say... The only thing these rules did was make me a sneaky child.
There were some really strange rules as well:
-Nothing could be stored under my bed.
-If I was home alone, I had to be in the kitchen or living room.
-The hallway light was never to be on unless I was in the hallway. They went as far as to charge me a dollar every time they saw it on.
-I wasn't allowed to go into the garage that was attached to our house by myself.
-I wasn't allowed to wear lip gloss until the eighth grade."