When growing up, you can’t help but have rules dictated by parents or guardians. It’s completely normal. Without basic regulations, the home can turn into a complete madhouse. However, some parents might go to extremes and command you to do the strangest things.
I got curious about the weirdest rules our pandas’ parents made them follow growing up. Here’s what they shared.
No physical contact with anyone of the same sex. No hugs to my friends who were girls… wouldn’t want me “catching the gay.” Joke’s on them, I caught it anyways B)
We had mandatory outside play time every day during the summer. Literally ushered out of the house and the door locked behind us – and don’t come back for a few hours! Now that I’m grown up, I realized my mom just wanted some dang peace and quiet for a while.
I was left handed but I wasn’t allowed to be left handed
So I had to learn to use my right hand instead
Like keep my left-dominant hand always closed in a bandage (often behind my back) so I would use my right hand always all the time and only
My brother and I weren’t allowed to be angry. We just weren’t allowed to feel that emotion. While other kids were taught not to stamp their feet, throw their toys, or hit a sibling, we were taught not to feel angry or even to say that we felt angry.
Not surprisingly, this made me very angry.
Not allowed to wear shorts or jeans. No goddamn hippies in this house!
I wasn’t allowed to date until I turned 16, but when I was 14, I liked this guy (and he liked me back), so my parents set the strictest rules ever.
I wasn’t allowed to email him or have his number (but I could send him handwritten letters through the mail).
No physical contact unless it was a high five, or dancing at a church dance.
If I wanted to talk to him, 2 other people had to be with us, listening to the conversation.
And once I turned 15, I was allowed to talk to him. But it was email only, and it was 3 messages a day! And my parents went through it.
And they said once I turned 16, I could go on a date with him, but then I had to go on dates with 2 other guys before I went out with him again. But he moved away before that happened.
Not allowed to cut my hair. Had hair down to the back of my knees and I hated it!
I had to clean my house every day. No excuses. Why, mom?
I was never allowed to question my parents, particularly my dad. If I wanted to go somewhere, and the answer was no, if I asked why, boy did I get into trouble. All it created in me was sheer frustration and defeat. Had they told me why (perhaps they didn’t think it safe or something), I would have been annoyed, but understood. It was the most frustrating thing to grow up with and I think it’s made me super stubborn today!
We weren’t allowed to say the word “fart” because my mom thought it sounded gross. She wanted us to say “poot” instead, and that’s just an objectively disgusting sounding word.
For every hour I listened to pop/rock music, I had to equally listen to an hour of classical music. It was the honor system and I did honor it, but it was a very strange rule.
I had a rule made by my parents that stated I shouldn’t answer back when in a heated conversation. And at the same time, if I stay quiet, I get detention and canes!
We weren’t allowed to have a computer. My mom, in all seriousness, thought they were the devil. She was literally the mom from Waterboy. She would say it would be inviting evil into the house. Now she has one and an Android phone.
We had to do some pushups every day. An odd rule but my dad probably just wanted us to stay active
No TV before 18:00, if bored, get a book or go outside to play
No whistling in the house. It’s a superstition where you lose all your money if you whistle in the house.
Lets see… no shirts with holes on the shoulders, no ‘short’ shorts, no dating until 16, no closing your bedroom door unless you’re getting dressed, you’re not allowed to do anything that will interfere with church, no going over to anybody else’s house unless our parents have met, no lgbtq friends, etc. (not sure if these are weird)
you have to lean forward in the car when you’re going uphill to make the car go fast enough
My parents are divorced so this is only enforced half the time but my mom makes me ask before eating *anything* like even if I just want carrots and hummus she makes me ask and if I don’t she gets really unreasonably mad. It’s not like I’m sneaking junk food or snacking right before a meal or anything sometimes I just want a snack without having to consult with her for 10 minutes first
No video games during the week.. this might not sound weird, but my parents work 24/7 on the computer/laptop. Wtf dad!
Not allowed to say shut up (it’s rude) and how come (terrible grammar).
soda was only allowed during the weekends
No dating. At all. This rule was my dad’s idea, but my mom will cover and fight for me.
Never question where the money for private school was coming from. Btw, it was all legal, we just never were supposed to ask where the money was coming from.
There were 4 of us and we had this thing where, if you had to pee during the night, you sang out-and I mean we literally sang this-“I need to GO to the BATHroom” and waited until we heard a parent say ok. I actually think we kids made up this rule. My parents were really easy-going and I can’t imagine they would have. But we were always kind of scared of what might be in the toilet at night or that something would grab our legs from under the bed, so it was like we were making sure there was someone in charge who would hear us if the bathroom trip went south.
No birthday parties with friends till you’re 10, only family. It sounds cruel, but in retrospect I kinda understand it. My parents explained that they thought around that age I’d start not wanting to hang around family for my birthdays, so they wanted the first 9 years to celebrate with grandparents, cousins, aunts, and uncles to sorta be with me as I grew up. I’ve been told my parents suck for doing that to me but I honestly didn’t mind too much.
We had two that were agonising. 1: Not being able to leave the dinner table until an adult said we were allowed to and 2: Not being allowed to open Christmas presents until after dinner. I mean who even DOES that to a kid!
Eat soap or die is what my parents said when I used to say frick
No sleepovers. Ever. Period.
“Don’t eat candy. It will make you dumb.”
Wasn’t allowed to watch Three’s Company because Jack pretended to be gay.
I could only sleepover a friends house 1 night during the weekend. Never on a weekday and never two weekends in a row.
We were allowed to use fingers to scoop brown sugar out of the jar and onto cereals. Only brown sugar, never anything else!
This was back in the 70’s, but we (girls) were not allowed to call boys. They could call us, but we couldn’t call them. And we couldn’t answer the phone during dinner. Usually not a problem since we normally ate at the same time every night. But if we ate late, it rang off the hook.
I was a year younger than my schoolmates, & wasn’t allowed to do a lot of the things they did regardless. When I got to a certain age, I could do certain things. Nothing to do with actions or maturity. I had a 9pm curfew at 16 starting my senior year – friend’s were 11 or 12. I turned 17 in November and suddenly I can stay out till 1030. Still doesn’t make sense
You always have to kiss a piece of bread before you throw it to the bin.
We weren’t allowed to walk across the street by ourselves until we were almost old enough to drive. We lived on a busy 2 lane street not in a neighborhood but there was one across the street and behind us that we had friends in. We could walk to the one behind us, and walk in the one across the street as long as mom or dad walked us across then we would just call home when we were ready to be picked up. It didn’t bother us, we still joke about it.
No gaming consoles. No Gameboy, no Tamagotchi, no Play Station, nothing.
We got a computer and it was okay to play there but other then that I was not allowed to get anything. Even if I paid for it with my own money.
(That was back in elementary school.)
Later, when I was around 14/15 I got a Wii out of a newspaper subscription deal I helped my grandparents set up. That weirdly was not a big deal anymore.
Now that I think of it: electronic toys in general were a problem for my dad…
We were not allowed to watch the 3 Stooges. I dont know why but I always thought because there was 6 of us my mom thought we would imitate them and someone would get hurt. But…I have an older brother who loved to watch movies like the Last Dragon and act out the actions moves on us he saw in the movie.
I grew up in the T.M. Movement (transcendental meditation) and for two hours every morning and evening all adults were to meditate whether in the domes or at home. You DID NOT make any noise inside from 5-7 if your parents were home. Also, kids did whatever durning that time.
My brother and I were told repeatedly, “stop making Grandpa call the cops.”
We were crazy kids.
The youngest is always the servant of the oldest.
Ok, it’s not a rule that was established or anything, but growing up I would huff and puff when I did chores. This upset my mom, and would bring it up when she was lecturing me about something completely unrelated. So, with that being said, I learned to not show any emotions while doing chores while she was present in the room, thinking she can’t say crap about it because I’m technically not huffing while doing it.
Lord behold, another lecture later, she brought it up. Of how I, “have this face like the world is ending”. Like…wth did you want me to do? be happy to do it??
My weirdest rule was “Don’t eat yellow snow”
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