30 Parents Share The Moment They Were Appalled By Their Own Kid

He stole my cat.

Only 18 months old the little prick and he's always had a fascination with animals, any time he sees one he points, starts walking towards it going "aaaaaaaww"

Anyway, me and my cat used to be best buddies but currently my cat is sat in his lap whilst he's stroking him going "aaaaaaaww"

And it's the same every day

I don’t not like them, but I am the current owner/operator of a 15 yr old gay son and a 12 year old hetero daughter and tbh if the fox and the cat from Pinocchio showed up and offered them tickets to Pleasure Island, I’d pack ‘em a bag quick as.

What a terrible age. Hormones + Opinions + Advanced Height Above Your Parent = every day I’m rolling my eyes and biting my tongue.

And yes, I feel their sexuality and gender identity come in to this. Until you’ve raised a middle class white male who’s hell bent on telling you, a woman with no education who worked in heavy, male dominated industry in her 20’s, that you HAVE NO IDEA WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE MARGINALISED you have simply not lived! Apparently i have no idea what it’s like to live like these poor kids who’ve lived in the same home since they were born, have parents who give them literally everything they need, and have minimum expectations.

But I suspect this will pass. It’ll pass like a kidney stone, but it will pass.

I love my son, but ever since he jumped down the Q (QAnon) rabbit hole, i dread visiting with him.

Not a parent, but I observed my sister treat my nephew like a king for years while treating my niece with contempt.

One night, while she was drunk I asked her why and she was quite candid. My niece was conceived as a way to save her marriage, and since that did not work, obviously it must be because something was wrong with my niece. That's fucked up.

Dislike? Do not love? Too extreme of an expression. As a parent who's kids are grown now and have moved out and become successful and parents themselves (in one case), I would like to share this:

It is not fun to be a parent. Some people love it and find it the greatest honor and joy of their lives. I did not find it to be a joy nor an honor. It was an 18 year long war with a stubborn, ignorant, arrogant young person that ended only after they finally moved out, tried everything their way, failed, and finally admitted it and apologized.

I did not enjoy changing diapers or midnight feedings. I did not enjoy watching my wife be torn apart giving birth. I did not enjoy competing with them for attention. I enjoyed seeing them in plays, singing, doing sports, etc, but I did not enjoy how much of my time all of that took. I did not enjoy fighting with them about homework or not eating in the den or leaving dirty dishes laying around. The yelling, arguing, stupid idiotic bad decisions, destruction of our property from them getting angry at things or walls or breaking expensive plates or just playing around things and smashing them. The tremendous cost in money and time is just unbelievable.

I did not enjoy fatherhood, and I am glad it is over. I love my kids. I find them to be great people.

But goddammit, folks, if I had it to do over again, there is no f**king way I would get married and have children.

Some of your parents feel that way too.

These other posts on here about complete abandonment and drugs and s**t - I don't have anything like that in my life.

But seriously - wear a condom, and really think hard before you become a parent. It's not for everyone.

I raised my brother and sister as my own children. I'm the oldest in an abusive family, and my mom was mentally checked out. Today I call my sister daughter, and she called me dad for a while (felt too weird for both of us).

I only tell people I raised my sister.

I think he has undiagnosed bipolar disorder, but by the time it showed up he was old enough to refuse treatment. He lives with our biological mom. I did not take him with me when I moved. He was too far gone by then in his own hatred.

He's a horrible human being even on his clear days and blames me for all of his problems, even though I cared for him and worked for a future for him as much as I did my little sister (she's in college now). I protected him from the sexual abuse I suffered. Even when he was a toddler I literally gave my own body to protect my baby brother. I also got us both out of that situation when he was too afraid to speak during the custody hearings. When I was old enough for college I even took parenting and childhood education classes to give him the best chance possible. I protected him, took care of him, fed him, helped him with homework, got exercise equipment and he lost a ton of weight because of it, yet he wishes I never existed.

He can f**k right of and enjoy his own failure. Everything is everyone's fault but his.

When they started to become homophobic.

My son is only 6....well, 18months old on the latest evals. He's also huge for his age, so he's in the body of an average 8-9yr old. I love my son, but really hate his level of Autism. I have no idea if he knows or cares about anything really. I certainly don't know if he's hurt or feeling sick. He certainly doesn't sleep much and seems a bundle of energy. The destruction of our home is beyond comprehension. It's a war zone day in and day out and all on about 4-5hrs sleep per night.

The kid's perspective:

Mom told me about my dad being visibly disappointed when I was born and found out I was a girl. He wanted a son. Then he got one 3 years later and he didn't have to pay me any attention.

My son has a lot of stuff that makes his brain not function correctly. Now I love my son but he is a very hard child to like. He constantly lies even when we already know the truth. Doesn’t understand emotions. Constantly interrupts, doesn’t follow simple instructions. Again I love my boy but with all of this happening hour by hour it’s very hard to like him.

When she lied to me at every turn, even for stupid little things when lying wouldn’t make a difference. Sadly, she’s over 40 and still constantly lies to me.

He started hating on me from an early age. He would literally give me the cold shoulder - monosyllabic responses to me while not looking up from his games, then become open and chatty when anyone else entered the room. I ate it for years - he's just a kid, right?

I ended up leaving his dad. He blamed me for everything and called the cops on me after yelling at me over the phone.

I talked to his brother after the cops left. He was so frustrated on my behalf and only then told me all the low-key things younger brother had done under the radar; he was more mean than I realized; I thought it was only directed at me. My older son was sympathetic and made me feel better. He said his younger brother had a lot of issues.

I really don't give my younger son an option to call the cops on me again.

I have recently had to go no contact with my eldest child. She is in her early 20s and married with a one year old and one on the way. Over the years I have taken her to therapists etc with her mental health issues as well as epilepsy. Last year she told me it was all my fault and that she didn't need any of the therapy or medications. She was begging for mental health support at around 14 and was self harming. I did absolutely everything I could to make her happy and feel supported. But she threw it back at me. She would run away a lot so I would have to go searching for her and often get the police involved. I believe now that she wanted the attention. Since having her first child her mental health has declined significantly. Her wife has control over everything in their relationship but when I brought this up I was called everything under the sun. I have been stopped from seeing my grandchild on and off over the last year because I apparently don't do enough for them.

When my stepson developed schizophrenia at 15, and became intensely neurotic, paranoid and combative, it was a really tough time.

His illness would cause him to start to build false realities that he absolutely believed were true.

He thought my husband murdered me, even though I was right in front of him. He claimed my daughter said terrible things all the time....she was only 3. He called the police and said I was robbing the bank account the State had for him for some mix tapes he sold to them.

I had to physically restrain him due to paranoid violence. I had to home school him even before the illness started, due to rebellion.

We had worked so hard to get him up to normal in school, only for him to destroy it all by smoking cannabis and trying PCP when he ran off with shit kids that we forbid.

The drug use potentiated an underlying susceptibility for Schizophrenia due to his biological mother's familial history.

Because he openly defied us constantly, looking for any opportunity to skip class and f*ck up, he will never be able to live a normal adult life. He will require supervision every single day, he may never have a full time job for cognizant adults, and he will require others to manage all of his typically adult responsibilities.... For the rest of his life.

When they became a narcissistic adult-trash talking everyone for attention, me included. They are a user (of people) like I’ve never seen before. I still love them, but do not like them.

For real, I used to have an issue for several years with my three daughters. I didn't feel the parental love that one would expect. I would still protect them from harm and all that but I did not have the emotional connection I thought I would with my kids. I spoke out of concern with my wife about it several times and she suspects that it was how I was raised by an abusive father figure. Nowadays the love is there but I feel that I missed out on too many things when they were growing up. I did not bond when I was supposed to I guess. I never really went out of my way to hold them when they were little. I just pray that I hid that fact well enough from them that they don't find out. I don't want them to think I don't care...

At 2 he stabbed me in the eye with a colored pencil, at three he beat me with a toliet roll holder made of solid metal- i had to get stitches. At 5 he stole money from my wallet, & then at 10 he basically did everything he could to push me away but i still love my kid & would do anything i can to help him succeed & get him help

my ex and I split after he took up a pretty bad drug habit. He left and I kept his son from a previous relationship that he had custody of. This kid was bad. I mean lighting things on fire, pissing on floors bad. I tried everything. I had therapists and medication and special schools. All while taking care of my own toddler. Eventually I grew to think of this kid as a major inconvenience, he would purposely hurt my son, especially if my mother was babysitting and eventually my mother called cps to have his father located (in jail, then rehab), ended up putting him in foster care. Was teetering on hatred. Even though I new the reasons for his actions. I limit my communication with him still out of fear of him influencing my son.

When I first met him when he was 18. His mom kept me from him his whole life for very weak reasons at that. He was a complete stranger by then. I felt nothing for him. I actually found him to be a bit repulsive even. Maybe that's some subconscious guilt and shame of my own but I don't think so. He was just a stranger and not one that I would normally associate myself with in any other situation. It is what it is man. Life's a b***h.

I love my kids but my 19 year old male is something else. He is a straight up slob! Wears his pants so low you can see half his a*s crack! I throw all sorts of s**t in there. He showers twice a week and his place is a wreck! I get it that it's his life and his place, but damn! He has lost 2 gfs over his inability to at least keep his place clean.dirty clothes everywhere, he owns like 50 towels because he might do laundry this week or not. Oh his truck has trash shoved in it everywhere!
I just don't get it...but he is my pig pen and I love him.