30 Times People Visited Someone Else's Home And Experienced The Biggest Cultural Shock

This is the strangest experience I’ve ever had at someone’s home. I worked with this young Cuban gal as a waitress while I was studying in University. She mentioned that her sister needed some help with Math in her Nursing program so I offered to go over and tutor. I knew it was a multi-generational house with parents, adult children, grandparents, great-grandparents and babies. When I arrived at the house, only the sister was home. She invited me in and started unloading the refrigerator of left-overs and asked if I would like to have some of this, some of that, etc. I was genuinely not hungry but she was super persistent and made us some food anyway. She offered me a drink, but I just wanted water. She made herself a Cuban coffee and insisted I have one too.

Then my friend comes home, looks at us studying. In front of me I have snacks, water, and a coffee. She begins screaming at her sister in Spanish. I can barely make it out, but she’s mad that her sister didn’t offer me anything to drink or eat. I explained I wasn’t hungry and I had two drinks in front of me, but she was still mad at her sister. Their parents came home and they started yelling about the same thing and accusing their daughters of being bad hostesses! I felt bad, and I somehow allowed 5 drinks to served to me and so much food, I was stuffed for the rest of the day. The whole experience was a weird combination of feeling guilty or like I may have insulted them, but also feeling loved and appreciated.

When my friend introduced me to her family, she introduced me as the woman that would carry all her trays at work while she was pregnant so she didn’t have to lift them. I can’t believe she had even remembered that. I hadn’t until she brought it up. They made me like an honored guest in their home.

When I was a teen, I was genuinely shocked to see that other families actually loved each other and wanted to interact and say nice things to each other. I kept expecting it to turn dark, and when it didn’t I had no idea what to do and felt completely ashamed and out of place.

I went to the neighbors house for breakfast one morning before the bus. We were good friends. She's Hindu, and her family is as well. It was a culture shock to see and smell the amazing food we had that morning. It wasn't the normal pancakes, eggs, and bacon for americans. I think it was potato latkas with some delicious green spread. God, I wanted to eat all of it, and her mom was so happy I loved it. Never before in my life had I had such a different breakfast for me. It was shock and awe I experienced.

Did an ethnographic study on the Navajo reservation during grad school, 2011. Met a wonderful Navajo woman who welcomed me into her home. She was absolutely thrilled to show me her working toilet. She had just gotten one installed for the first time ever, in 2011. Made me realize a whole new level of poverty in the United States.

As a kid, I visited some friends who had scary "yes sir/no sir" fathers who were quick to use a belt on them. None of those guys turned out well as adults, I might add. The funny thing is - *my* dad was an Army platoon sergeant, yet he was a jovial and easy-going father.

That other people's parents smiled at them, were nice to them, and seemed to enjoy having them around. I rarely experienced any of that. I thought everyone's parents were angry all the time and didn't like them much.

I didn't realize how involved other parents were. My household kids were an assesory. I had to pretend to be Christian, when my childhood blonde started to darken a bit in middle school, I dyed my hair, I couldn't get fat, I was put into hobbies etc that looked good. I couldn't get into cheerleaders so my mom started her own sec, I played Piano, the flute, was in the gifted classes, went to the private schools, had to hide my interests and music and who I was. I remember I never really knew otherwise but I was over at my friends house at...13? I wasn't allowed at others houses really but my mom had gotten into a minor fender bender so I walked home with her.. We were in the living room watching tv, and her dad came home. Immediately I got up gathered my stuff and handed the dad the remote. My friend was like that are you doing, thw dad was like oh honey I'm okay rhats really sweet but you're literally in the middle of watching your show, I can definitely wait. And it took me aback lol I was like what? Kids here have like their own wants ans desires lmao that was the first year I stopped going to church too. I honestly think I was so brain washed that I didn't even realize I/could/ do my own things or have my own thoughts lol

Saying a prayer before a meal. I live in eastern Germany. I had never seen a religious person before. I thought that was just like a childrens tale like santa.

People not saying "I love you" before leaving or hanging up the phone. I was always taught to say "I love you" to family before hanging up the phone or saying goodbye. You never know when your last goodbye will be so let the last thing you say to a loved one be "I love you." A tradition I continue to practice to this day. Yet I think I was the only one who did that in my friend group.

My friends parents would *make* them finish their meals, even if they said they were full. The meals looked *huge* to me, and my friend was overweight. It felt depressing. If I was full at home, I'd never be pressured to eat absolutely everything if I didn't want to.

When my friend’s mum used salt, pepper and herbs in her cooking. It was my foodie awakening.

Hung out with my college roommates family around Christmas. NO books in the house, none. This was early aughts.

She told me her parents didn't want challenging books in their house to make the kids feel stupid.

The parents were professors at our college.

She - my roommate - and her siblings were f*****g stupid.

Back in high school, I visited a friend's house and had to use the bathroom. I asked her where the toilet paper was in the bathroom and she said ''we don't really wipe our butts in this house''. Girl what?!

I ran into a friend of mine from elementary school when I was in middle school and hanging out in the field that turned out to be behind her house. She invited me in to meet her grandma that was raising her. She’s black and I’m mostly white with an Asian great-grandparent. On top of her grandma’s entertainment center were all these religious figurines, and they were all black. Black angels, and black Jesus. I was 13 and had never seen anything like that, and they were beautiful. I’m not, and wasn’t then, Christian, but I could appreciate them. It’s stuck with me for over 25 years.

That thing where, for dinner, everyone sits silently at the table with straight backs while the dad saunters over and plops at the head of the table, serves himself, then everyone can start eating. Liiike wtf?? Never felt comfortable visiting that friend's house again

I went to a friend's house when I was about 8. They were serving macaroni and cheese and hot dogs. I hate hot dogs always have. I asked politely before she made up my plate if I could only have the mac n cheese.

This lady was furious. She wouldn't let me eat, actually made me sit outside on the deck every meal I happened to be at her house after that too. That was a shock.

My parents are really good cooks. I would eat dinner at friends homes and be horrified.

As a 12 year old I had my first sleep over at a friends place and I was told it was my turn for a shower wtf? I didn’t know what it meant let alone what it was hahaha. We only had a bath and a big copper tub in the laundry that was used for bath water and cooking the Christmas ham when my folks could afford it.
It was my job to fill the copper tub up with water, light the fire under it to heat the water up. I had to carry buckets of water in to the bathroom. Mum had first bath, dad second, my brother third and I got the grey water. It was also my job to carry buckets of hot water in to keep the bath water warm. That shower I had was absolute heaven and it was a years before I/we got to enjoy one at home

I was at my friend Dana's house for the first time, and spent the night. I remember being so in awe of how freely she spoke to her parents. At breakfast, her mom made buckwheat pancakes, and Dana spat out, "WHAT IS THIS S**T MOM???" I was stunned into silence, mouth agape. And her mom said, "I was just trying something new..." and she sounded so hurt.

Nobody I knew would challenge their parents like that, much less curse at them. And with zero repercussions! I think my brain exploded.

I was raised by two women (my mother and my dad's wife) whose notion of cleanliness was such that rooms were sterile and it looked to me like the point was to make it look like no one lived in our house. By contrast, I was used to being called and feeling like I was a "messy" person because none of those things are priorities to me.

The first time I went into the house of someone who was truly messy... I'm talking leftover candles from a birthday party that happened two weeks ago still on the dining-room table messy, basement so full of junk the notion of separate rooms has been made abstract... it rearranged the way I looked at myself a little.