Hey Pandas, What Is The Meanest Thing Anyone Has Done To You? (Closed)

A girl named Taylor used me to do things I'd rather not repeat, I was small, 1 grade and and when I told my mom the teacher scolded her and she kept doing it getting worse calling me names but I found better friends and am better

My mother died when I was nine years old. Obviously it was devastating. One day on the bus ride home from school, my neighbor started teasing me about it. I can't remember the exact words (it was 40 years ago) but it was something along the lines of me having a dead mother who is gone forever, which he thought was so funny. Now I never had a problem with this little shit before, so not only was I upset about what he said (shouted, really), but i also was so confused as to why he would be so cruel. But that's not the end of it. Fast forward ten years. My father's remarried to a woman who had a daughter already. My stepsister for some reason thought this kid was great, and my stepmother encouraged their friendship/flirtation, probably because the two of them measured their self value in how much male attention they got. I know, nuts. I explained why this person was an asshole, the whole story about the time on the bus. They rolled their eyes at me and laughed, saying I was too sensitive. Due to other circumstances those two are no longer in my life, and I still hate that kid, though he is out of my life too.

Hate on me and my family because of my race/country origin. I live in a country that was once one with my country, but my country got its independence from.

My neighbours did alot of bad stuff, like pouring water on my sister... encourage their kids to treat us badly. their kids would run every time they saw us because appearantly, we're dangerous.

Almost everyone in that country hates foreigners...but pretends to like them.

Once this driver who takes us to school (yup, some are great humans) anyway, he told us that, when he was a kid his parents told him and his siblings-to go nowhere near people from my country.

I'm black and live in an Islamic country, during Christmas they put up signs saying "don't celebrate pagan holidays(in arabic)" about my religion which is christianity.

They also call us 'abeed' (arabic for 'slaves')

If you feel uncomfortable reading this, or if you're nothing like this. it's fine, some people are good/kind hearted. But this stuff IS TRUE.

I was physically abused by my classmates in kindergarten for being smarter than they were. I was reading at a 4th grade level and already knew how to multiply (a concept that isn't taught until 3rd grade). I still have trust issues and have a problem making new friends, and I'm now going into 10th grade. It has been 10 years.

I was raised by my grandparents, both of whom were like angels to me. My husband at the time was controlling and mean, although I tried to that from my family. When my grandfather died from cancer my grandmother asked my husband to be a pall bearer at his funeral. He told her he would. I was so fragile and sad. When we got home my former husband let me know that there were conditions under which he would help to carry my grandfather's casket. Firstly, I had to wash and detail his truck. The other condition is too embarrassing to mention here. My former husband is dead now. He died suddenly from a massive blood clot to his heart. I am not sad anymore.

After my colleague quit my job, I needed someone in the laboratory who could represent me from time to time. I got permission from my boss to train an unskilled worker, let's call her Rita, for this.
I worked with her for over a year, explained the processes, showed the necessary steps, made sure that she got all the help she needed when I was away. She could call me anytime during my vacation (and she did, a lot).
On the whole, she did the job well, I was mostly able to iron out small mistakes. Now that she was my substitute with responsibility, she also got a hefty raise.
A few months later, at an employee briefing, it was announced that some employees had stolen money, from the office, from the wardrobe, from the backpack, and that management had called in the police.
I now know from the stories of my colleagues that the police came into the shop and interviewed some of the employees. I was on vacation at the time of the briefing.
So during my vacation I get a call from the police and they order me to the police station for questioning.
They ask me about certain days, what I would have done on the days, in which offices I would have been, and, and, and ... I had no idea what it was about, answered the questions as best I could.
Then the investigating officer told me that I had been seen walking into an office on a specific day from which money had disappeared. Someone would have said so.
So I was accused of robbing my colleagues.
It was very painful and the feeling got worse when I got back to work. I found out that I was the only one questioned, and some interpreted it as guilt.
What I didn't know was that a colleague (I'll call him Fred) never said that money was stolen from his wardrobe too, only he told the police.
And with Fred's help, the police have now deposited with some chemicals marked banknotes. When those disappeared, Fred immediately informed the police, and they quickly showed up with us.
They carried out a color test on the fingers of every employee present at the time, including me (I even had to get there first).
MY fingers stayed clean. And that of the others, too ... until it was Rita's turn.
She was fired the next day.
Several weeks later, I received a letter from the prosecutor's office stating that the investigation against me had been annulled. There was also a telephone number for questions. I then called and asked for the name of the person who had framed me. Due to data protection reasons I didn't get a clear answer. But the friendly official said I didn't have to worry about that, the person couldn't harm me now.
I'm not 100% sure, but I think it was Rita.
By the way, Fred got a huge box of chocolates from me.

I finally opened up to my mother about how my elder sister had been mentally abusing me for over a decade. She responded with "I'm sure she didn't mean it" and carried on reading her book.

She denies all memory of that moment, but it makes me sick to my stomach every time I remember it.

It was 1967. I was 11 years old. My 7 year old sister had been sick. She lost her sight and a lot of weight. I was the eldest of four. My mother was frequently absent taking my sister for radiation treatment or staying with her in the hospital. We knew she was very sick, but did not realize it was terminal. She had a nasopharyngeal tumour. That summer I had a sleepover at a "friend's" house. Her father was a neurosurgeon. She point blank told me that my sister was going to die. I couldn't sleep all night. First thing the next morning I ran home and asked my mother if it was true. She said it was. I had to spend the next 8 months watching my sister die and I couldn't tell her (although she most likely already knew, but was never explicitly told). My mom figured the girl that told me overheard her parents talking about my sister. My mom was really upset because she hadn't told any of us yet. But that wasn't the worst of it. The girl and her family were Catholic. She told me God was taking my sister from us because we were not Catholic. In other words, we were being punished for having the wrong faith. Well, I thought if that is what God does, I don't want any part of it.

In 6th grade i went to a new school, this school was awesome(i just graduated this year). i met a really nice girl and we became fast friends, but she was also friends with another girl, this friendship had started after mine. so this one girl started to say she was friends first with my best friend and that i could not be friends with her anymore, then she proceeded to cyber bully me, start to swear me out. now remember this was all because she thought my best friend could not have two friends. and i brought this to my advisor who told her advisor, they brought this to the principel and he legit did nothing about it what so ever. to this day 3 years later she still has not gotton punsihed.

I used to play softball, but quit after my Junior year of high school. The downhill decline started when I was 13. I was a catcher and was warming up our pitcher to go in next inning. She asked me to take off my mask because it was "distracting." I argued with her that this was stupid and I knew something was up (who asks their catcher to take their mask off??!). I took it off anyway, just to shut her up. I noticed she was throwing even harder once I did that. Suddenly there was an exciting play going on and I told her to stop so I could see what was going on. Next thing I know I hear my name called, so I turn my head...right into a fastball. The only reason I didn't lose my front two teeth was due to my braces. I am almost 40 and will need implants sooner, rather than later. Parents agreed to pay nothing. No apology. Nada. Coach desperately asked if I could still play even as blood dropped out of my mouth. Same girl later started a rumor I stole another player's BF, stole stuff out of my locker, stole items out of my music cases (played sax in the band), and just tortured me in general all through out H.S.. Most of the girls on the team stopped talking to me because of this. I was not invited to social events and was generally ostricized. There were also problems with the coaching staff, but that is too long and political to get into. Let's just say that if your parents were donors to the program, you were treated a certain way. Some of us were relegated to sitting the bench, even when we were up 30-0 one game, because we "have to preserve our record." I know that sounds like maybe I was just a terrible player, but keep in mind that there were tryouts every year and your position was never guaranteed. I think they just liked having a live punching bag. Quit playing before my Sr. Year, even though just sitting the bench on Varsity could have netted me a scholarship. Sometimes your mental health is worth more.

When I was around 10-11 years old my mother told me that if she had realized early enough she was pregnant with me, she would have gotten an abortion.
Second meanest thing is when my paternal grandmother said I was illegitimate.

When I was in 8th grade I was part of a big group of neighborhood kids. We were all friendly except for Shari. She was a prima donna who was going steady with one of the boys, Tom
Anyway, Tom decided to have a party and everyone was excited. My mom even took me shopping and bought me a new dress.
Night of the party I go to Tom's and knock on the door. Shari opens it and says "Ohhh, you weren't invited" and slams the door in my face. I just went home. No one ever said anything to me about it, not even my brother who was at the party at the time.
I know it doesn't really sound like much, but even 40 years later I can can still how bad that felt.

My ex literally tried to kill me when I left her after she’d been psychologically and physically abused me for years. She asked her son to hit me in the head with a fire extinguisher. Luckily I managed to run away after the first hit and escaped with minimal brain damage and seizures that I fortunately recovered from within the next couple of years.

I had a toxic friend but I didn't know it at the time (I was in 4th grade). My birthday was coming up and she asked me if I was going to invite a mean girl who we didn't like at my birthday party. She said she wouldn't do it if I were me. So I naturally said, "I guess you're right." Later, she secretly told the counselor that I wouldn't invite the mean girl to my birthday. The counselor brought my toxic friend, myself, AND the mean girl in and forced me to tell the truth. I just denied it because I didn't want to hurt the mean girl's feelings. She made me not trust anyone like that. :(

My mom and my step dad did a really lousy job raising me. They abused me in every way, which caused me a lot of emotional and psychological problems from the trauma. In spite of how they treated me, when my mom was dying of cancer I moved back home to take care of her. While taking care of her she continued to treat me exactly the same, yelling, cussing, berating me, being violent with me, she even put me out a couple of times! Fast forward a couple of years, now my step dad is suffering from cancer. Trying to be a good person, I moved back home to take care of him and now I'm going through the same thing! Boy, it sure is hard being the bigger person!

I know this seems petty but in 5th grade (worst year of my life) I had to sit with someone who really hated me (except when I cried, then she was sorry about whatever she did). Anyway we had to sit in pairs and I was next to her. Every other day she would say how she did not want to sit next to me because of how annoying I was. One day she took a paper and made to big balls and told me that was what my nose looked like. I was really hurt because I was already so self conshes (how do you spell that?) and it really hurt me.

So I came out of the closet to my mom and told her I was bi. She was totally fine with it, asking how she could support me and stuff like that. I asked her not to tell anyone, since I wanted to be able to control who knew. (I know that sounds weird but it’s the best way I could put it. I don’t mean manipulate them I mean be able to make it so only my friends knew and not strangers) anyway fast forward a few weeks and I find out that she told literally everyone on her discord group! Like wtf mom?

When I was in 3rd grade, I spent a month working on a report on the dissection of a flower. I spent the longest time and most effort out of everyone in the class. When the teacher read the report, she said it ‘was not properly credited’ and I forgot to credit her for info. The thing was, she didn’t teach us a single thing about it, the science teacher did. Then she told my mom that I lacked proper 3rd grade writing standards because I didn’t credit her. I cried for hours, because I usually never got in trouble.

Thought me and my neighbor are also good friends. I have bent over backwards to help this lady. Bought her and her kids groceries, gave her clothes and makeup and other stuff, gave her my last $20 one time, gave her gas money etc. New neighbor moves in and asks 'neighbor friend' about me. 'neighbor friend' says I'm a 'hermit b*tch that never leaves my house' (during pandemic lockdown) and other mean stuff. Also I have medical problems so getting around is an issue for me. You know how I found out? 'Neighbor friend' TOLD ME she said this. So now I know that is how 'neighbor friend' thinks of me so much so that in the very first conversation she has with someone she's never met that is how she describes me. New neighbor never told me what 'neighbor friend' said and has no idea I know. We chat all the time now for hours over the back fence and shes really nice so I guess I got a new 'neighbor friend' now. Still hurts though.

Let me preface this by saying my mom is the most important person in my life. I love her unconditionally and assigned myself the role of her protector at the age of 8 when my parents divorced. That being said, she's said some pretty crappy things to me over the years. Two of those stand out as the worst. In high school she told me I was ruining her marriage just before she kicked me out of a still moving car in front of the school because I'd missed the bus. I've struggled with significant depression since age 10 and getting out of bed in the morning was difficult, so I was late a lot. The second thing she said that really cut deep was 5 years later. I had just told her that a friend she'd met wasn't JUST a friend and had actually been my girlfriend, essentially coming out as bi. Her exact words? Well, I hope you got THAT out of your system! Spoiler alert. I didn't. I just never talked to her about it again.