50 Times People Were So Disappointed In Humanity, They Decided To Stop Helping

When I dropped my rates significantly to help a struggling family with child care.

Blended family needing to find childcare for thier emotionally damaged children who had been hospitalised by mums boyfried.

Both parents worked and my wages where payed through a charity scheme.

It was h**l. They where utterly useless as people let alone parents.

They took the p**s and ended up basically doing nothing with the house or children and ended up owing me nearly 2K due to them comiting benefit fraud and pocketing what they should have been passing on to me.

The final straw was when the asked me to baby sit that night as they needed to 'go out on the lash, its been stressful' whilst telling me they couldn't afford food let allone pay me.

Never again will i fall for a sob story.

Had a new manager come in to my former place of employment. Immediately this new manager starts firing people for b******t reasons and hiring people from her old job to replace them. The walls in that place talked, and few notice the janitor, so when I heard rumors of the next heads on the chopping block, one of which was mine, I decided to be nice and help out the other two. I considered them good friends, and it was the least I could do, right?

I warn one, and he takes it seriously and begins looking for another job, so when the pink slip arrived, he landed on his feet running.

The other promptly goes squealing to the manager in question, who uses that as an excuse to fire me, and THEN fires the person that had squealed. All three jobs were quickly filled by her old friends from her previous job.

I've refused to lift a finger to help a coworker out since. I've had advanced warnings of firing and disciplinary hearings and various other juicy gossip (People for some reason think I hear with my eyes and assume that they can talk in front of me and I won't notice. I'm going blind, people, not deaf.) but I've kept it all to myself. F**k 'em.

I posted a futon on marketplace and the first person that hit me up gave me a sob story about needing something for their kid to sleep on.

I was only asking $20 for it but they asked if they could get it for free. My wife and I agreed to give it away, so I took it to our meeting spot at Home Depot.

2 days later this guy had the futon posted in marketplace asking $50.
My wife and I Facebook stalked him and his wife and everytime they posted it, we would hijack the listing letting everyone know the story of how they got the futon.

I don't give s**t away anymore, no matter the story they give me.

After working free of charge as a freelance graphics guy to build my portfolio up, and having a client basically make the most minor of adjustments, and constant revisions - four posters which should have taken me a day tops really....ended up taking 3 months. And when they wanted poster x4, I wanted money - ghosted.


Lesson. Learnt.

When I rushed to another state about 2,000 miles away to help my sister because of a medical issue, and for whatever reason she decided to have her neighbor help her instead, without letting me know. It was 3 months ago and she is fine but still has not contacted me. That was the end for me.

Me and my gf were leaving a McDonald’s and pulling up to the stoplight. There’s this homeless old man that we’ve seen around the area ever since we moved here and my gf decides, since we’ve never given anything to this guy and he’s always there, we should give him one of our mcdoubles.

He comes up to the car, says thank you! And walks back to his corner as the light turns green and just tosses it on the road right in front of where we’re driving..

I was 16, only had 10 euro with me. Homeless lady begging for money, I tell her I won't give her money, went to the local supermarket, bought 2 packs of milk, some bread, some cookies, a bottle of juice and some cooked chicken. Went and gave it to her, with all kindness. 1 hour later I pass by the same street, and everything is on the floor thrown away, not even eaten or open.

I was pretty down on my luck. Quit my job and started touring in a band. Just getting started so money wasn't great.

One night a 50ish year old dude stops me at the entrance to the grocery store. I had enough for a cheap six pack, toilet paper, and cat food. He gives me a story about how he's stranded over night and just needed some food before he could get back on the road.

So I go in and figure out how to get the guy some dinner. Some chicken gingers, macaroni salad, and some dinner rolls. Skip my beer, get cat food, and TP.

Take the guy his food. Go to my van and start digging for change. If I can't get beer, I'll at least get a candy bar.

Go back in and the f****r is buying a 12 of Keystone. I raised h**l at him. Just berated the guy out the door making sure everyone knew why.

F**k you man.

My youngest sister used to steal my stuff all the time growing up. Once in h**h school I thought I lost my iPod, turns out she had been hiding it around the house for 6 months. She would steal my money, clothes, laptop, toiletries. Later she would steal my things and sell them for d**g money. She once tied our elderly family dog to a post overnight in near freezing weather because she wanted to get h**h but couldn't be bothered to walk 4 blocks back home to drop off our dog. Less than 3 months later we had to put our dog down because of health issues from that night.

The last straw was my first break, first year of university. I brought a pair of sweatpants branded with my school's logo in my suitcase, but couldn't find them the morning after my arrival.

Later that day I get in the car and that little b***h is wearing my f*****g sweatpants and tried telling my parents we happened to have the same pair. My university is pretty small and over 2000 miles from my parents home, so everyone immediately knew she was lying.

I know it's a small thing to be the last straw, but after that day she was dead to me. I would be cordial the few times I saw her after that, but I never try to contact her and have made it clear that I don't love her anymore because I know she doesn't give two s***s about anyone else in our family.

We haven't spoken in 3 years and I could not be more grateful for it.

When I had a truck during college. EVERYONE suddenly wanted me to help move them.

Most were cool and gave me money or ordered pizza (unprompted btw).

One time however some dude I barely knew needed some help. I show up, and **nothing** is packed in his apartment. He had a giant fish tank and lived on the 3rd floor with no elevator. It was a f*****g nightmare and I never got a dime nor food or even some beers. I never talked to him after that.

I used to babysit a newborn for our friends. It started out as me watching her so the dad could do side jobs to supplement their income. I didn't expect payment for it. I was doing it to help them out. Well, he started dropping the baby off so he could go play disc golf with his friends. He would also show up to drop her off first thing in the morning without even letting me know ahead of time. He would just be there and bright and early and be like, "You can watch her today, right?" He totally took advantage of the fact that I was a stay at home mom, and was watching his kid for free. (But he would say stuff when he was dropping her off, like how he wished he could afford to send her to a proper daycare that would teach her things... Like I didn't do enough for his precious NEWBORN spawn. ) It was frustrating, to say the least. As these things do, it came to a head. I saw on Facebook that he had gotten a full time job. So I was expecting to hear from him about watching her full time. The day goes on, and I hear nothing. So I figure maybe he's made other arrangements. I make plans for the following day because it looks like I'm not going to be watching the baby. Around 9pm that night he texts me to ask if I can watch her the following morning and I tell him no. He blew up and threw a huge fit. "You knew I had work... Blah, blah, blah." So, I was supposed to put my life on hold because he posted on Facebook that he got a job? It was just amazingly inconsiderate how he expected me to be his on call nanny and he wasn't even compensating or offering to compensate me for my time. It all worked out in the end, though. After that situation blew up, I decided it was time to go back to school and start a career for myself and I have happily been in that career for over 8 years now.

Worked in Baton Rouge for a decade (1999-2009) and would regularly give the homeless I saw around town - generously if I can say that without being a d****e bag.

In 2008 I was on a run for work and a guy caught me near the Target on Siegen lane. He had **nothing** he was homeless and on top of it had been robbed an hour ago. No worries, empty my wallet for the man, we all need help. Coming out of the shopping complex I see him hiding in the bushes opening a pack of smokes on a laptop while on his iPhone.

Then a month later, saw a man I regularly donated to on Government street. I would catch him on weekends - but this weekend my drop-offs started early so I saw him as he arrived in downtown BR. I sat behind the TV station waiting for a pick-up, and this cat gets out of a new car, changes into dirty clothes and grabs his sign from the trunk and heads off to his corner.

I have given food and connected people with charities, but I have not given a penny to a "beggar" since then.

Met a guy who had hit a rough patch. We had great chemistry and he made me laugh (ugh the bar was SO low). He gave me a sob story of why he was getting kicked out of his communal house and I offered to let him stay with me because I live alone and have my own place.

HUGE MISTAKE! He hadn't hit a rough patch, he was the rough patch. Barely paid for anything and would get wasted while I was at work and be a total a*s hole when I got home. Got fired from his job, ate all the food I'd buy and make excuses as to why he hadn't found another job yet. The absolute kicker was when I went home for my Nonna's funeral, he treated it like a mini vacation in my place. Invited friends over, played music so loud the cops got called and when he was supposed to pick me up from the airport, he was wasted at someone's house at 8 am. Never felt better than the day I kicked him out. No more financial and emotional abuse. Finally felt like my place was mine again.

I've learned an expensive lesson. Don't help people that won't help themselves. When nothing is their fault, there's a serious issue. Run fast and far.

During an election on a hot caribbean island decided with friends to bring a cooler full of iced water to those in line.

When we rolled up everyone berated us for not bringing food as well and basically called us c***s. Couldn't believe it. Never again.

I work at a grocery store. We get a lot problematic customers, but I can think of one in particular that made me decide, “eh, f**k you. I’m not helping”.

We had just installed self check out in the middle of the pandemic, smart move. Our store is not tiny, but very compact. We set up a line for when people are ready to check out. We have a person on that line directing customers to SCO (self check out) or to whichever register is ready.

On that day, one of my supervisors was doing the line, and I was attending SCO. One dude comes over with his chin diaper and is having trouble. He’s a regular; a rude one. He calls me over to help with some produce. I tell him to pull his mask up. He looks at me oddly. I think maybe he couldn’t hear me, so I speak up louder. He then yells at me to stop bothering him. So I comply. I don’t help him.

I later found out from that supervisor that the rude customer had called him a weirdo for asking to put his mask on properly. So, supervisor sent him to SCO to deal with the employee who is best at handling rude customers: me. Supervisor knew I wouldn’t take his s**t, and I didn’t. Dan, if you’re reading this, that was one of the most rewarding interactions with a d**k head I have had at the store.

Roommate's friend from college came crying with the "I have nowhere to go/just need to get on my feet" sob story. I was very hesitant to let him stay in our house but my roommate insisted it would be fine. The guy was the laziest, whiniest, useless f*****g b*m I have ever met. Constantly complained about the way we did things (in the house he was living rent free in), did nothing but smoke pot, drink vodka, and watch Youtube on his phone all day, and never contributed so much as a dime to the house. It's pretty obvious the guy's life consisted of freeloading until he got kicked out and then starting the sob story all over again.

Roommate and I gave him the boot and he had an epic temper tantrum and threatened to k**l us, so I called the cops and told him I was filing a restraining order and he better get the f**k out of here. He left in his s****y beater truck and we never saw him again. Any time I've heard "I just need somewhere to get on my feet," I'm extremely hesitant and this loser did nothing to dissuade that.

I was walking to a concert in downtown Chicago in late November. This happened on North Dearborn right in the loop, if you've never been to Chicago its one of the nicer parts of downtown. It was a cold night, so I was walking with both hands in my pockets and a cig in my mouth. I was approached by a younger dude, who didn't appear to be homeless immediately as he was dressed semi decently and didn't reek or anything. He asked me if he could b*m a cig, I was in a good mood going to the concert so I said sure and gave him one, along with my lighter. He handed me my lighter back and I expected he would keep walking on, but he matched pace with me and asked how I was doing. I told him fine and asked how he was doing, he said he's just trying to make it out here. I thought "here we go", he asked me for money because he said he hadn't eaten all day.

Now I had about 200 in cash on me, mostly in 20s, I had maybe a couple smaller bills so its not like I couldn't give him money. But I didn't want to pull out a wad of any size in front of a guy I don't know on the street, and people can judge me or whatever but I'm not in the habit of giving money to homeless people but I always try to treat them with respect and dignity. I politely told him "sorry man I don't have any cash."

He got kind of angry at that point, and launched into a guilt trippy tirade for the next half block or so about how nobody has any compassion anymore and sometimes people just need a little help. I didn't say anything in response. Truth be told I started to feel kind of bad for him, what he said is pretty true a lot of people aren't willing to help other people and sometimes people really just are down on their luck. I was second guessing my decision to turn him down until we reached the next intersection, I was going straight and he cut to the right. I had to stop for the crosswalk, and I watched him get not five steps away from me before he took the cigarette I gave him (that he'd barely sucked on because he was too busy yelling at me) out of his mouth and threw it on the ground. He then proceeded to walk right up to another dude and start talking to him.

Maybe I didn't "help" him much per se, but if he was as down on his luck as he wanted me to believe he would've been burning the filter on that thing before giving it up. I instantly felt vindicated.

My wife and I, for our first Christmas together, Adopted a family in need for Christmas gifts. We were so excited to shop for the kids and deliver. We got to the house the week before Christmas and met the mother at her door. She unenthusiastically told us to set the gifts next to her tree which had already been loaded with other gifts, and we left with barely a "thank you".



I can't confirm, but I am pretty sure this family made it a habit to sign up with multiple family adoption organizations just to collect as many gifts as they can.

I was in school. Noone was paying attention to what i was saying. I just did my work silently, turned it in, and watched as the rest of my table group went up in flames.

Last 2 times I've helped push someone out of mud/snow in the winter they've slammed the gas pedal down, coated me in mud, and as soon as they were free of the mud just kept driving without so much as a thank you.

I've stopped helping people stuck in the mud/snow.

edit: Since people keep saying how it could be ok here is my examples

In my particular situations we're talking about being stuck in like 2" of snow/muck on the shoulder in an empty area. Both times the road was clear 10' from where they managed to get a wheel stuck (this was a spot people would get stuck turning around)

So really no excuse other than they were d***s. I can understand the side of a busy highway or something like that. Mine was definitely not that case though.