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

The day I was actually born to my bipolar narcissist antichrist mom

It wasn't totally awful, but I turned 16 during the pandemic. That's a birthday literally every teenager dreams about, and I had been planning it practically since I turned ten. I was so excited, and then COVID hit and all those daydreams went down the drain. I was able to have a few distant family members over, but the people that I really wanted to be there (my grandparents) were high risk so they couldn't come. It almost didn't feel like a birthday at all without them.

When I was 9, my parents took me to the site of Bloody Sunday (as in the u2 song). Mildly traumatizing

I got raped the day I turned 17

The weekend of my 16th birthday my mother and her bf took my younger sisters and I camping. We met up with a bunch of their friends also camping and they proceeded to party after a quick bit of bday cake for me. The adults had set up a table dedicated solely to booze and I was bored out of my mind. I drank a lot that afternoon. Eventually I staggered into our tent and passed out. A little while later I bolted upright knowing I was going to be sick. I managed to get out of the tent and head towards the bathrooms. Still drunk I strayed from the path and slammed into a huge decorative rock. I threw up over the side of it and passed out for a bit again. Somehow I Eventually made it back to our tent and fell asleep. I woke up the next morning to find I had broken several toes on the rock and that it had rained at some point, ruining my birthday cake.

I never (until I became an adult) had a good birthday. But one in particular I remember was my 11th birthday. My mom told me a few days before that they were going to have a birthday party for me. I was so excited, especially since I hadn't had one before. I wanted to invite a couple of my friends, but my mom said it was just to be family. So me, my mom, step dad (thankfully not anymore) and 2 brothers, 3yr & 12yr. Whatever, it was still something. When the day came, my mom made me a cake, bought supplies, which mostly consisted of chips and alcohol. Later on, people started showing up. They had invited some of their friends, 8 or so I think, and some brought their kids. I think 4 or 5 kids ages ranging for 1yr to 5yr. Bit of an age difference, not really who I would choose to hang out with. Not to mention that I only knew one of the kids who was incredibly annoying and temperamental and I disliked alot. Once every one was there, we sang happy birthday, I blew out the candles and opened presents. That didn't take long. I got some leggings and a lion kind shirt from my mom and ex-step-dad, a paper doll (don't know why) from one of their friends, and my brother gave me pogs and a slammer. Which was sweet and very thoughtful of my 12yr old brother. I was obsessed with pogs at the time. Anyway. My mom sad for us(kids) to take our cake into her bedroom, and put on a movie. She asked me and my brother to keep an eye on the kids for a bit, then she shut the door. They were getting drunk, laughing, having a merry old time, meanwhile I was struggling watching these (most of) misbehaving kids hyped up on sugar. They were bouncing off the walls. Screaming, hopping on the beds. The baby was crying, and went out to tell the parents and they just gave me their diaper bag. One ripped the paper doll I had just got, not that I was fond of it. One of the kids was purposely scratching a CD I just got from one of my older sisters the day prior. It was ruined! I grabbed it from him and he bugged out. Crying, lashing out, hitting me. My step-dad came in and asked what happened. I told him and just laughed and said I shouldn't have brought it with me,(I had been living with my dad for a few months). So basically, my mom and ex-step-dad wanted to have a get-together with a free babysitter, meaning me. So I took care of these kids for several hours so the adults could drink. It was really sh**ty.

Oh, this was when I was in my 20's, but my boyfriend at the time was bringing me to Philly for the weekend due my birthday. My mom loaned me $50. I thought she was kidding but she was not. I paid her back. It bothered me because the month before my mom bought her boyfriend a brand new lap top.

#1 It wasn't on my birthday but my parents were preparing me into school and my father came back from work with my birth certificate in hand and a puzzled look on his face. Apparently they were celebrating me too early. I was born 6 days late. So by the time I celebrated my 6th bday, it was also the first time it was 6 days later.
#2 I'm the 5th child of 5. When the oldest turned 50, they made a big party, then the other one; by the third one my husband told the eldest (same age as him) that they better not forget me and they started to argue back and forth. Then I also went to my sister's even though we don't like each other. And I never had one. They actually wanted to do it 2 years later than my 50th but I said I wouldn't show up. Add to this that before #1 turned 50 I had a terrible accident and travelling 6-8 hours one way was not the easiest task to do. I was still in rehab and/or therapy when #2-#3-#4's turn came around. I was not a happy camper.

2 days before my 9th birthday, I fell off my bike and there were scabs on my knee, elbow, and nose. The day after, I got stung by a bee. My mom ended up covering the scab on my nose with makeup.

2021. My ex commonlaw husband had just left and moved out after lying, cheating and ghosting me. I had to give up the condo we were renting (I miss that place so much to this day, but could have never afforded it on my own). It was the height of the pandemic and lockdown. I was unemployed due to the world shutting down. Everyone could barely even go outside let alone gather with other people. I literally spent the day/night in said condo wondering where and how I was going to move, with the cat, a bottle of wine, and lots and lots of tears. I never want to spend another birthday alone like that again. Ever.

if it counts, technoblade died 6 days after my birthday

my 9th birthday...my parents had left me not long before and my mom only came to see me for 3 hours, my dad had to work so I never saw him that day. (background info: my parents had a lot of drunk fights, my mom left then my dad moved in with his parents and he worked from home because of COVID. I would be home alone, at school, or at my grandparents. But all you should now right now is they are back together though they were never divorced.) sorry for the paragraph.

Uhg. No idea which was worst. You tell me!

Got spanked on my 9th for asking to ride the bike I'd been gifted (I guess my parents were in a hurry to go somewhere and were upset at the delay). Worst part, I didn't even want to ride it. I was only pretending to like it to be polite; it was pink and super girly, and I was clearly a tomboy/trans masculine, something my parents knew and were usually completely fine with but would keep getting me hyper feminine gifts for some weird reason. Like, not as a subliminal message sort of thing, they just weren't thinking about who I was as a person at all.

Got my 13th birthday canceled for being 5 minutes late coming in from playing outside a week before. Usually my parents didn't care, but sometimes they'd freak out. My mom insists they changed their minds and that we had a roller rink party that year. I never had a roller rink party, or even went to a roller rink, I have no idea what she's remembering. Though, knowing them, they might have thrown a roller rink party and forgotten to invite me.

My parents took me back to a city we'd moved away from to visit for my 16th, we were planning on dinner and an evening together, I had been staying elsewhere and hadn't seen them in 6 months. I was allowed to go meet some old friends earlier in the day and then my parents stood me up. Never showed for dinner, ignored calls and texts, I had nowhere to sleep that night, wandered around the city alone until one of my old friends texted. Wound up spending a few hours on her couch, didn't even get to talk to her because she was super drunk/high when I got there, but she did come on to me, and I was uncomfortable. I left early morning and was again wandering the city when my parents finally remembered to text me which hotel we were supposed to be at. I got there in time for us to leave. Their excuse was that they had gotten drunk and figured I'd be fine. They were not big drinkers usually. I pretended everything was fine but never stepped foot in their home again until I was an adult and felt they had no power to hurt me. (I was wrong but that's a different story)
21 and my friends stood me up, we had a ritual for 21st bdays where we'd go as a big group to this 24 hr diner we all frequented, the night before the birthday, then the 21 and ups would go to the bar side of the diner at midnight, then they'd go to the local gay bar (best dancing/music in town most nights, I was the only openly gay one in the group, but the others were hetero-flexible). The younger crew would chill at the diner, and the diner bar closed 30 mins later than the rest of the bars in town, so at the end of the night everyone would wind up together again. They knew about my birthday, had been talking it up all week, then none of them showed. I went through the whole thing by myself, some nice lezzies bought me drinks, and I tried to go home early. Found a passed out college bro in a bush after finding his ringing phone on the side walk. Answered it, got his address from his worried friends, carried him to a college bro sausage fest that was awful and had only one other woman there, who was obviously over it. She dragged me into the kitchen, locked the door (weird it had a lock but whatever) and threw herself at me. She was cute and so I went along with it at first, we were mid coitus when her boyfriend started banging on the door screaming how he was gonna kill whoever was in there with her. I had to climb out the window and run. Got home, and decided to find better friends.

Now I turn off my phone on my birthday, take myself out to eat to my regular haunts and order whatever I want for each meal, and bring books. I spend the day reading and only tell my baristas or servers that it's my birthday. I enjoy their excitement over it more than people I actually know , even though I have better family/friends now. My grandma's birthday is a few days before mine, so we often share a cake on her birthday if we're in the same place.

I was the 2nd child in a family of 5 children. I was close to my mother, she taught me to sew when I was growing up. My mother passed away when I was 22. We buried her on my 23rd birthday. I had my aunt's coming up to me and saying they realize saying happy birthday isn't right but they wanted me to know I was in their thoughts. Worst birthday of my life.

When my abusive ex threw my cake on the floor because his friend got it for me because my ex forgot it was my birthday and was p#ssed off his friend remembered

I went to Main Event, I was so sick I couldn’t even eat a bite of the ice cream!

My sister's wedding was 10 days after my 13th birthday. A couple of weeks before my birthday we were gathered for some wedding thing and my sister said "Wow you're birthday is going to be nothing this year because of my wedding!" I could tell she instantly regretted it. Has a birthday party with my favorite chocolate cake and buttercream coconut icing and my sister had the most beautiful wedding I ever saw.

My other sister got married in a catholic church. Pack a lunch, you'll be there a while.

The paste three years, because none of my friends even knew about when it was. I didn’t remember as well, which was bizarre. I was just like, ‘dang, I think we forgot, my birthday was last week and I didn’t remember too’ then they were like, ‘cool, so do you give out cake and presents? Oh, and since it’s already last week, presents from us won’t be necessary right?’

My 30th birthday, 9/11/2001. Granted, it wasn't as bad as many people's day that day.

I was 6 and in 2nd grade. Mom planned a party for after school. President Kennedy was assassinated that morning. The party was canceled. I couldn't understand why someone would do that on my birthday.

This wasn’t my worst, sadly, but definitely the most impactful. I made a pact with myself that I wouldn’t go into my 23rd year addicted to drugs. I spent my 23rd birthday alone, in withdrawal from a slew of opioids. I didn’t stay clean, but didn’t go back to opioids. I ended up getting sober a little over a year later. Fast forward to now, I’ve been clean for almost 12 years. My birthday is a major holiday so I always get the day off. I have a fantastic little family who let me do whatever I want every year. I usually spend it sketching or crafting, my husband does 100% of the housework and parenting, it’s honestly fantastic. All in all, that 23rd birthday, while painful, set me on a course that led to the beautiful life I have.

Bad birthdays don’t have to set the tone for our lives.