Hey Pandas, Tell Us About Your Worst Birthday Ever (Closed)

My mom forgot my 10th birthday so that sucked. She just disappeared and came back a week later. Oh and my favorite uncle (who was the only one to give me a birthday party every year) cancelled my birthday for his gf because we had the same one. I still had to go to her party. I didn’t get presents or cake either. It turned out to be the last birthday I’d have with him and he was such a big part of my birthday. He was the only one happy I was born. So I stopped celebrating my birthday (and Christmas) completely. He died 3 days before Christmas. Now my husband and in laws force me to celebrate both but honestly I don’t care to. I’m just waiting until the sand runs out of the hourglass. I’ll be around til I’m ready to not be. I’m cool with it though.

I teaching dancing and DJ at dance workshops. My 55th birthday was on a Saturday of one of the major workshops. All my friends who attend this workshop from all over the country knew it was my birthday. They were glad I was coming and not staying home to party with friends. Well over the past years I have had some lame birthdays. March sometimes doesn't have the nicest weather plus being the middle child, well the others in my family usually got the cake and celebration stuff. Some of you know what I mean. Anyway at the workshop I was asked to check out some sound gear in one of the other ballrooms. When I walked in there was a cake and a lot of my friends. Before anything was said in walks one of the other dance instructors wives and half the room yelled Happy Birthday...TO HER ! The rest of my friends turned and just looked at me in shock. Turns out this Karen had pushed her husband in throwing her a surprise party...AND her birthday was 2 weeks later. Both her and her husband knew it was my birthday. No one wished me a happy birthday. I ate a piece of cake and went back to DJ'ing in another ballroom and chalked it up as another lame birthday.

A couple of years ago i was asked how old and I actually had to do the math. Turns out if you and your family haven't celebrated your birthday for over 10yrs you kinda forget about it and lose track.

Fiftieth birthday at work. With the full department in attendance, my boss prepared a surprise birthday party with the apparent theme of, "You're so old, you're about to die! Ha-Ha!" The cake had a tombstone on it with black icing, and all the balloons and decorations were black. It didn't offend me so much as I was just amazed at the incredible low-brow stupidity of it all. [By the way, young Padawans, you may not believe it, but FIFTY IS NOT OLD. It's more like just being your fully adult self, but that's something you may not realize until you're another twenty years down the road.]

My 23 birthday, me and my friend went on a cruse and just before getting on the cruse ship i started vomiting.
I got the Norovirus and felt like dying for the whole 23h cruse and several hours after. The boat rocking and constant noise from people partying on top of nonstop diarrhea and vomiting would have been enough to make it a rememberable day in its own.
But on top my friend went partying and had a drunk argument in our room and between vomiting I tried to yell for them to leave.
Half of my friend had the room next to mine and one had loud sex with 4 different people(we don't judge her for her decisions), but I had to listen to all of it.
I had random people knock on my door and wish me a happy birthday as my friends had told everyone who would listen what happened and why they were there.
The next morning i was delighted to see most of my friends looked just as bad as i did XD
I definitely learned to pack extra underwear!! And no cruises on my birthday!

Probably my 20th, where my brother died three days before...

My Grandmas birthday was exactly a week before mine.
She died exactly a week after she turned 93

And where I was going to have my birthday, the place I had wanted to have a party at for YEARS, closed down for COVID the day before my party

Also, Idk if this counts, but my cat died on Christmas day, my dog died on Easter, and I got in a nearly fatal car crash on the first day of school

I just turned 12
My life sucks

My first cat died on my ninth birthday. He was 1 1/2 years old. But he had a heart murmur so, I guess we expected it. He was still so young and I went to school in tears. Now I have had two other cats for three years and they're both doing fine. RIP Hitch.

The one where my so-called friends locked me in a room with a guy they knew I had a crush on... while I only had my underwear and bra on. The setup was that they'd bought me a new outfit, try it on! And then... Yeah. Happy Sweet Sixteen it wasn't.

My 44th birthday was the worst because my father died five days before.

I recently broke my femur, wrist, and elbow from an ATV accident when I drove off a 12-foot cliff and my 200-pound 3-wheeler, well, slammed the right side of my body. this was 4 days before my birthday and the injury put me in a cast, a wheelchair, gave me an rod in my leg, and clinical depression. The entire day on my birthday I was sobbing from the pain and the memories of the accident. I just got out of the wheelchair in January, but I think and look at the way it changed me. That was the worst birthday ever for me.

My 11th Birthday.
We were in Pizza Hut and we had finished our Pizza and me and my brother were getting ice cream (we had 5 other people but we could only afford 2). My eldest sister kicked off because of this and got kicked out of Pizza Hut. I cried that day. I haven’t seen my sister willingly since.

when my dog died, he died on Christmas and my bday is in early January so I was still morning h

My worst birthdays were the ones I spent alone, on an isolated farmstead 15 miles from town, no internet, no TV, no ability to leave on my own because no car, and no friends that lived nearby that could visit. I was not living this way by choice; I'd been forced into it by my control freak parents who no longer bothered to celebrate my birthday since I turned 18 because birthday celebrations were for kids and I wasn't worth it. I haven't really had the kind of birthday I want to celebrate in 12 years.

My parents decided my 7th birthday was the perfect day to move from my home and all my friends to an isolated town in the middle of nowhere where I had a hard time making new friends.

My first year in prison. I had no friends yet, no money, and dinner was liver and onions.

On my 13th a bit over a year ago, I got seriously injured and had to go to the er for 11 hours for surgery. Severed an artery and damaged a nerve and tendon. I still have some pretty intense scars on my wrist and permanent nerve damage. Thankfully I have almost normal mobility which is a real blessing cause of how complicated wrists are, and my artery managed to fuse back up with stitches and still works. Overall not the greatest birthday (or following 6 months) ever but hey I got my birds a few days later!

When I was younger I had a cousin who I’ll call “B” and his birthday was the exact day after mine and when I was 8 my birthday wasn’t acknowledged at my fathers house by anyone but my (now dead) great-grandmother. She gave me a b-day card but nobody else except my sibling even said happy birthday, instead they celebrated my cousin’s birthday in full even allowing friends over. I’ve always been the least favorite as I’m more like my mother whom they all hated. Then from every single birthday up until I turned twelve it wasn’t acknowledged at all and on my 12th b-day I got only socks. I’ve hated my birthday since as even when it was celebrated it would be themed butterflies or unicorns in order to appeal to my younger sisters/stepsisters.

I was in the dentist's chair having a root canal on the morning of my 30th birthday. That evening I waited for a phone call from my mother who, with my aunt, was on a trip to England that I was supposed to be on with them - my plane ticket and hotel costs would have been paid for by my mother as a 30th birthday gift. Instead of being with them, I was housesitting for my mother because I'd been told by my boss that two of the days in the middle of the trip I absolutely had to be in the office since two other co-workers were going to be out for (different parts of) the day and there couldn't be that many of our team gone at once for that block of time during the day.

On the up side (and I really do mean this), my mom and aunt had a fabulous time. My mom's favorite place in the world is England, and her favorite place there is Wells Cathedral, and she was able to spend a good deal of time wandering around Wells. She came home very, very happy, which made me very, very happy in turn. I'll get to England someday; I think it turned out for the best that the trip wound up being a sisters' trip after all. :)

This was from someone well meaning, but it was unfortunate. My 21st I was working away from home, totally alone as a holiday rep. I had plans to enjoy eating alone, going to the cinema alone and taking a nice early night alone and never mentioning my birthday because I don't drink and I don't like people. The afternoon of my birthday, the area manager turns up and tells me SURPRISE she's arranged for me to have a special day off for my birthday to go spend time with a group of reps I loathed in the middle of nowhere and attend a fireworks display. I am so scared of fireworks, I was involved in a fireworks accident where thankfully I was ok but my sister was burned and I had to pull her into a tree to keep her alive. So I'm stuck on a bus trip to a fireworks display where everyone will get drunk and ignore me. I got up and left at the first bus. She was giving me what she would have wanted, but it spoilt everything.