So sometimes parents can be worse than their students. In fact, most of the time, the parents are way worse than their students. But these teachers have seen hell, and they're ready to caution you about it.
Here were some of the stories.
Is Chemo Not Reason Enough...?
I was in the school library catching up on some homework while a PTA meeting was going on. One of the moms, who had a special needs kid who needed extra resources, had been recently missing a lot of meetings for her chemo. Some woman was livid about her absences and not "contributing" to the organization and suggested that PTA should stop "funding luxuries for the child of a parasitic freeloader," which meant the kid would have to go to a different school.
I'm pretty sure she had some other beef with the mom too, and tried to get her HOA to punish her for leaving holiday decorations up for too long.
Gifts For All
Had a mom get up during a meeting and loudly announce that the school was failing her daughter because her daughter WAS GIFTED and the subjects just weren't holding her attention.......the girl was an okay student, but averaged at a C level because she couldn't quite grasp the subject matter.....the daughter was not present for her mother's announcement (and was a sweet girl who probably would have died a thousand deaths over the spectacle) and the mom just would not sit down, demanding to know what the school was going to do about it, seeing as her daughter was just so superior to her peers.....
Straight Out Of Parks And Rec
One year we had to hold a special election PTA meeting due to the fact that the former PTA president decided to embezzle the PTA/school funds for personal use.
During the election for a new President, the old President thought it would be a good idea to show up to the meeting to plead her case that she was not a criminal. She ran to the microphone, yelled at everyone that she was framed, told everyone that the FBI was now involved and that we were "ALL GOING DOWN", pulled out a vodka bottle from her purse and threw it at my principal's head (she missed) and then when she was done, got in her car and backed into a fifth grade teachers car, that happened to teach her middle child.
Sadly, that was one of our "good parents" when I taught at that school. Good times.
Great Granny Would Not Approve
I watched a mom get into a fist fight with another mom because she accused her of buying store bought brownies for the PTA meeting.
The last thing I heard was "Are you accusing my great grandmother recipe of being store bought" and fist went flying.
Grandma Nestle Toulouse has legendary brownies
My school's not allowed to have potlucks anymore..not since last year when they tried to have Black History Month potluck where the teachers brought stuff and left in the staff breakroom. Somebody got offended because one of the black teachers (there's only like I think 2) offered to bring watermelon. OFFERED. Wasn't told "Ok. YOU'RE bringing the watermelon." She offered.
Just Have A Life, Mom
Not at a PTA meeting, but every time I enter grades within 10 minutes I'll get an email from the same mom asking why her daughter didn't recieve a 100%. We've learned to document everything.
This is the worst. I think technology is a wonderful thing, but these online grading systems and email seem to have made people think that teaching is a 24/7 job. We don't get paid enough to do that, but that never crosses their minds
Parents like this are the reason I no longer teach. Once had a parent email me 8 times a day over Christmas break, including Christmas Day itself, asking about her kid's B on a final exam. I decided right then I couldn't be a teacher and deal with ducking lunatics like that.
Edit: I refused to check my work email over the break. Grades were done and in, and everyone was as up to date as possible. Neither the mother nor I could do anything to "fix" her kid's B during the two weeks the school was closed. I only saw she had emailed me so much once we got back to school, and I forwarded them all to the principal and counselors, who dealt with her crazy bullshit. I now hate the idea of teaching with a passion. I'd rather shove my hand in a meat grinder than deal with entitled asshole parents of kids ever again.
I've got a good one and a bad one. I'll let you decide which is which.
Number 1: I had a really bright student, but this was back when technology was really starting to get prominent. He was more interested in that than in my class. Therefore, when interim grades came out, he ended up with a C in my class. Now this was a student who was a senior and in his entire life had never received anything less than an A. Grades went out, with parent-teacher conferences the following week.
Well this was a small area, and I knew the mother and that she would be coming in to see me. I was working an after school program at the time, so fortunately I could not be in my classroom. I tried to hide, but she hunted me down. I saw her coming and just dreaded the onslaught that was about to occur.
She shook my hand and thanked me, because she knew that her son needed to realize that he couldn't skate through life and needed to experience some failure before going to college.
Number 2: I caught 2 guys cheating. Now if I catch you cheating, I will make sure that I have documents (and my personal copies of them) to back it up. So I wrote them up for cheating. Within an hour after that, the mother of one of the students came up to my classroom pounding on my door and confronted me about writing her child up for cheating -- meanwhile her son is sitting in the room taking a test!. I finally calm her down, since lunch is right after, and we meet in the principal's office. She is still not happy, and still cussing me out. We finally get her out, as I have to go back and teach.
Planning period at the end of the day, I get called into the conference room. Now the dad has showed up. So I am in there with the mother, the father, and an assistant principal. I laid out my case, and the father literally came at me over the conference table to punch me. If the assistant principal hadn't intervened, he probably would have.
I still have mad respect for that principal.
NOTE: I know the second one is not a special parent-teacher meeting. It was just extreme to me. Also, the parents of the other students met with me and simply asked me if I was going to look at or treat their child any different. Of course the answer was "no." I liked both of these students tremendously, and we all got along very well before and after. I wrote letters of recommendation for both for college. They learned their lesson, I just wish the one set of parents would have.
A kid pushed a girl down the stairs and then kicked her. At the PT meeting, his mother fought tooth and nail to defend him. Kept saying how the girl probably deserved it for 'provoking' him (she was just going down the stairs, f*ck you). Extremely rude, up in your face attitude, coupled with shouting out of her mind eventually caused us to kick her out of the meeting. Her son did get that suspension, though they switched schools later that year.
Don't Mess With Moms
Not a teacher, but I went to high school in an inner city area with a lot of gang activity. One time, two of the gangs got into a small gang war, and people kept on beating each other up in the hallways.
This meant there were a lot of kids who had their parents called to come and pick them up from school all at once.
I was eating lunch in the cafeteria while 3 of these parents (all moms) proceeded to get into a loud, screaming fist fight right in front of the office doors and a cafeteria full of hundreds of kids. It was wild.
Body Cam Junction, What's Your Function?
Had a meeting with the mom of a 6th grade boy who is still a total nightmare last year. She shows up to the meeting 20 minutes late and immediately sets up her laptop and wireless mouse insisting that she still must get work done since she typically works from home. She never touched the laptop once the meeting got going, but she did defend her son at every turn insisting that it's the teachers picking on him. By the end of the 15 minute meeting she still didn't touch the computer, didn't believe any of the teachers "accusations," and wanted the boy to wear a body-cam to school to "see what was really going on." Fortunately, a Dean explained to her why that was ludicrous and wouldn't happen.
Whatcha Taco-ing About
I was organizing a fundraising event for the school and the pta President stood up and laughed when i said I wanted to accept a generous donation of local tacos instead of buying Costco cheez whiz and chips to sell. She shut me down after stating tacos wouldn't happen with "moving right along!" Another parent told me she had told a group of parents that I was "off my meds" crazy, and there was no way anyone would donate tacos. 🤷🏼♀️
Based on the comments so far, I think we need a Parks and Recreation-style show about PTA parents.
Basically I want Mean Girls with less Lindsay Logan and more Tracy Jordan. Someone write Sue Sylvester a part.
Was at a PTA meeting. The PTA at my daughter's school is basically stereotypical, almost sitcom like.
There were 4 or 5 of us that would show up and just kind of sit in the back and listen, because everyone else was busy talking about nothing that really mattered.
One of the other fathers was Sikh. He wore a Turban. Was a really nice dude to talk to, down to earth. So we'd find each other during the meetings so we could sit and talk about stuff. He worked in a tech-field as do I, so we'd sit and talk about tech, upcoming tech and just generally BS with each other.
One day, one of the Moms walked up and was like super-chipper, like over the top enthusiastic.
She said "Just so you know, we're accepting of all races and religions, even Muslims."
I started to cringe.
The father replied with "I am Sikh."
She responded with "Well, I am really sorry to hear that, I hope you feel better." and then bee-bopped back to the front of the meeting.
I was full on cringe at this point, like I was worried I was going to stay that way forever.
He slowly turned and looked at me, like I had some explanation for it. I just apologized and he said "It's not your fault."
I eventually stopped going to PTA meetings.
After I stopped going to the PTA meetings my daughter had told me his daughter asked about me. Evidently our kids hung out and I didn't even know.
Turns out he lived like a block over from me, and my daughter and his daughter hung out. They weren't like best friends, but they were friends.
I was driving by his house one day and saw him in the front yard and stopped to talk to him. I asked him how he was doing and he said "I'm feeling a little sick." and then shot me a look.
He had a killer sense of humor about the whole thing.
I chit chatted with him numerous times after that when I saw him. I'd stop to talk and his wife would feed me curry. Once my eyeballs stopped being on fire, we'd chit chat some more.
He and his family ended up moving to a newer development closer to his job. He has my number and I have his, we just kind of fell out of communication.
Outdoor festivals feel like something from some sort of an alternate reality at this point, don't they?
The Weirdest Items<p>Sometimes you'll stumble across the weirdest items at a post-festival cleanup. Without any inhibitions, people won't think twice about leaving something behind, even if that something is maybe worth something or important to their survival.</p>
What Even Is Money?<p>I helped out some hippie friends of mine running this little hippie festival called Chronophonium, about 500 people camping for 3 days. Lots of themes around sustainability, recycling and what not.</p><p>Almost everyone left brand new tents in disheveled states all over the place.</p>
At Least They Weren't Frogs?<p>I'm an usher at my neighbourhood movie theatre so idk if this counts but I found a plastic bag under a seat with 6 guppies swimming around inside so I kept the guppies for myself lol. I had to Google how to take care of fish but it was fun and I still have them today</p><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ls0vln/people_who_clean_up_after_festivals_and_similar/gop7nbt?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3">bethanytaylor</a></p>
Why Cover It Up? Out Of Shame?<p>My dad used to be the guy in charge of renting out the Knights of Columbus hall. Per policy, he had to be on-site during the event, but would clean up after. The cleanup would usually be the next day, and I'd come along to help.</p><p>The best thing we found was a $500 tip left behind by the father of the bride after a wedding reception with a little thank-you note.</p><p>The worst was finding the punch bowl the next day after someone had puked in it and put a lid over it. I'm pretty sure it had been spiked with something pretty strong before that, too.</p><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ls0vln/people_who_clean_up_after_festivals_and_similar/gop80ly?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3">Lentra888</a></p>
Lucked Out<p>Sometimes, working these events leads to some good fortunate. People don't tend to watch their wallets or bags when having too much fun, leading to a great payoff for those forced to sweep up after.</p>
Australia Sounds Great<p>I cleaned up for an event once and it was an event where you weren't allowed to bring your own alcohol in (so they can get you to buy it from the event itself and whatnot) so cops were taking people's alcohol. cool, that's fine.</p><p>I was cleaning up and two cops walked over and asked if I was 18. I showed them my license to prove I was, and they gave me almost $1000 of untouched alcohol that they'd confiscated from people trying to sneak it in. bottles of vodka and tequila, a lot of beer and rum and a bunch of ciders all given to me cause I was a volunteer and not getting paid otherwise. was f-cking great</p><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ls0vln/people_who_clean_up_after_festivals_and_similar/gop83do?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3">dorkynoodleman</a></p>
That's How A Home Begins<p>I've cleaned up and found entire cooking sets and chairs.</p><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ls0vln/people_who_clean_up_after_festivals_and_similar/goounwe?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3">rickrolo24</a></p><p>Free kitchen</p><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ls0vln/people_who_clean_up_after_festivals_and_similar/gooy3uu?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3">Mx-Quack</a></p>
Getting The Short End Of The Money Stick<p>Did it once, as a fundraiser for a youth organisation, and collectively we found £3000 and ten mobile phones, and this was during the days when it was a somewhat luxury to have a phone.</p><p>(clarification edit: I didn't personally find and keep all of the above, this is what was found by the group of us, which was around forty teenagers. I found £35 and no phones)</p><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ls0vln/people_who_clean_up_after_festivals_and_similar/gooqnxs?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3">SlackHandful</a></p>
...Gross<p>And here's the stories we were all probably expecting.</p>
Sh*t Tents? This Has To Be The Worst One...<p>Bottle of rum, lots and lots of drugs, watches, phones, perfectly good clothes, welly boots, wallets/cash etc.</p><p>Worst is sh-t tents. As in, abandoning your tent but doing a massive sh-t in it before you go so it can't be reused.</p><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ls0vln/people_who_clean_up_after_festivals_and_similar/gop1x9g?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3">meehaja</a></p>
...Annnnd There It Is.<p>I did a clean at a 3 day music festival once. </p><p>Literally the first night I had to clean one of the portable shower cubicles, because someone had sh-t in the corner and stuck a cocktail umbrella in it.</p><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ls0vln/people_who_clean_up_after_festivals_and_similar/gooyw6d?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3">Wheresma10mmsocket</a></p>
No, This Is The On-DID YOU SAY A WHAT BODY?<p>Poop tent.</p><p>It's a 5 gallon bucket filled with laundry detergent with a toilet seat on top placed in a cheap tent. Imagine open that sucker up after 4 days of 100 degree weather.</p><p>Dead body. It was an apparent OD.</p><p>Booze and drugs. Also a nitrous tank. (That night after work was fun)</p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ls0vln/people_who_clean_up_after_festivals_and_similar/gop6ldu?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Simplekin77</a>
Over-sharing is a thing. Sometimes, people really just cross the line in the information they've decided to volunteer to us.
It's hard to control who does this to us since it tends to take us by surprise, but hearing some of the things that people have suffered having to hear can easily act as cautionary tales to us.
Seriously, Who Asked<p>I used to work at an animal shelter and we had several people who would come volunteer to help out.</p><p>One of the women who came there on a regular basis went to lunch with me. She was such a sweet woman, a little older than I was at the time. She proceeded to tell me that she used to go to the park and hook up with old men because she felt sorry for them.</p><p>WTF?</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/moviesandcats/" target="_blank">moviesandcats</a></p>
Decent Bloke....<p>I (25f at the time) was at A&E in the UK. I got discharged and was waiting for my taxi outside. This buff shirtless dude, covered in tattoos (they were decent too, imo) comes over and asks for a light. I bought a zippo for novelty so I obliged.</p><p>We got to talking and he told me how he had just got out of prison after serving a life sentence for killing his father, after his father murdered his baby sister. Had his records on him and everything (he was at the hospital as he was diabetic and had experienced an issue of some sort after being released - I have no expertise here).</p><p>I have never feared and respected a man so much in my life.</p><p>I bought him a pint after my taxi decided it wouldn't be arriving. Decent bloke - we still speak 9 years later.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/heavenhelpyou/" target="_blank">heavenhelpyou</a></p>
Oh....Sounds Fun....<p>My sophomore year In college a girl who I had a group project with told me that her first sexual experience was getting tag teamed by a couple of guys while she was in high school. </p><p>I just told her "wow, that's pretty intense." She told me that she loved it and then I changed the subject. Until that point nothing sexual had come up in the conversation.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/Nothing_/" target="_blank">Nothing_</a></p>
TW: Suicide<p>My manager at my job in high school decided to tell us about how she tried to end her life on my very first day. </p><p>She was like, "One day, I decided to take some pills and end it all. I grabbed a pill bottle out of my mom's cabinet and took a handful without even looking at what it was and then lay down to die. I was so surprised to wake up in the morning perfectly fine. Confused, I checked the bottle to see what I had taken."</p><p>Yeah, it was estrogen.</p>
Please Tell Me About Your Infidelity<p>My wife loves to tell this story.</p><p>Her first day at a new company she was to meet another employee who would show her around the office. She met her in the lobby and on the elevator ride up to the office she proceeded to tell my wife how her husband has gained some weight and she is considering starting an office affair with a co-worker who is really into fitness and 'has muscles' (apparently she made a gesture where she fanned herself while saying muscles)</p><p>Like literally my wife met this lady 5 minutes earlier for the first time in the lobby and she is already unloading all this stuff on her.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/Boxman75/" target="_blank">Boxman75</a></p>
TW: Abuse<p>I was seated next to a quiet kid on a high school band bus to a football game. He'd been in my band class for years, but I had never really spoken to him. He was the type who didn't fit into anything at school that I ever saw. I resolved to get to know him a bit and open up a conversation since we were going to be sitting by each other for a few hours. It was like a dam burst; that dude talked for the whole trip.</p><p>At one point, he told me that his mom was really unhappy with his stepdad but couldn't afford to divorce him. And then he told me that his stepdad would get drunk and beat him with a stick, but he wasn't sure if his mom was also getting beaten and that scared him. There was a brief pause before he said "I never told anyone that before..." Then he changed the subject completely.</p><p>I must've been seventeen or so. It shook me. Like... Obviously I was old enough to know that sort of thing happens, but too sheltered to think it happened to anyone I knew. I told my parents about it-- seemed the right thing to do. I don't know what happened from there. He and I never really spoke of it again. I just looked him up on Facebook, though. Looks like he's done really well for himself.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/DietrichBuxtehude/" target="_blank">DietrichBuxtehude</a></p>
Not The Thing To Tell Your Nurse<p>I was doing my practice in a hospital. They brought a young man in the neuro clinic, he was my 1st patient. He was around 30 and he had fallen from a tree while working. </p><p>He turned out to have a complicated neurological condition that had nothing to do with his fall. He was also diagnosed with severe depression. He was in there for months and no one ever visited him, the only time he felt a bit better was when I visited him and did some tests to him. </p><p>He said "it's nice when you come and make me play with the coloured toys and make me draw things". One day he was looking out of the window, when I came in he looked me dead in the eye and told me "you know, if the windows didn't have protective bars, I'd jump right out". It was the 1st time I'd heard such thing and I remember it ever since.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/Shoddy_Natural4217/" target="_blank">Shoddy_Natural4217</a></p>
Ope Okay Guess We're Going There<p>Coworker took out a client for a business lunch at a small town restaurant. He asks the waitress "How are you?" to be polite. </p><p>She proceeds to go on a 5 minute spiel about how terrible her ex husband is and how he's ruining her life and how she feels like crap because of it. After she finishes, takes their order and leaves the customer says "So you must know her pretty well?" </p><p>"Only well enough to say hi in passing." </p><p>"Oh, so then that was just as awkward for you as it was for me then?" </p><p>"Yes, yes it was."</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/NowhereinSask/" target="_blank">NowhereinSask</a></p>
The Evidence Is The Burn<p>Some guy next to me on the bus once went into a long elaborate story about how he burned his house down for insurance money like three weeks prior.</p><p> I wouldn't have believed it if his hands didn't have massive burn scarring.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/STARCRUSHER99/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">STARCRUSHER99</a></p>
Who Are You Fooling?<p>Met this dude in college when he moved into the dorm. Goofy looking redneck kid from the San Antonio area. I'm getting to know him when I notice his Spice Girls cd (this was like 2003), and I commented on it. </p><p>He then goes into this long story of how he was at the Walmart in San Antonio, looking at the CDs in that store and just happened to have bumped into Ginger Spice who invited him into the tour bus that no one had noticed, and he lost his virginity to all the Spice Girls at once.</p><p>My thought was "Thank you for this story, I know instantly that I can never trust or believe anything you ever tell me again." It's been almost 20 years and I still can't believe that was something he said in the first five minutes of meeting me.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/GreatJanitor/" target="_blank">GreatJanitor</a></p>
We're never that surprised when we encounter people who are lackluster at their jobs. Bad waiters, rude customer service people, dishonest contractors, or inept colleagues abound throughout daily life.
But it's interesting that we expect to encounter that kind of ineptitude far less with certain professionals.
Salt in the Wound<p>"I was dealing with a lot of family issues at the time and my ex had just broken up with me that week so I was taking it fairly hard."</p><p>"My therapist said 'it's because they found someone better' and when I said no and tried to explain she just dug in deeper that my ex had dumped me because they found someone better than me."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ltikks/people_of_reddit_what_is_the_worst_thing_a/goytctg?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">sgrmw</a></p>
Suddenly, a Brainstorm Session for Insults<p>"14, telling my shrink about how I was bullied in school."</p><p>" 'Do they make fun of your nose?' "</p><p>" '...nnnno....?' "</p><p>"And that's how I found out I have a big nose."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ltikks/people_of_reddit_what_is_the_worst_thing_a/gp0jn7u?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">KindlyOlPornographer</a></p>
The Exact Wrong Outlook<p>" 'You'll never do an important job like doctor, veterinarian, firefighter, lawyer, conselor...You'll probably end up in a Walmart for your whole life.' "</p><p>"I was 8 years old and still remember how mad my parents were lol."</p><p>-- -<a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ltikks/people_of_reddit_what_is_the_worst_thing_a/goyug8s?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">SincerelyDontCare</a></p>
Mourning Snooze<p>"Nothing. She fell asleep in her chair while writing notes....I was talking about the death of my parents. I was 16. Never went to another therapist" -- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ltikks/people_of_reddit_what_is_the_worst_thing_a/gozuyga?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">Papismurf101</a></p><p style="margin-left: 20px;">"After reading a few of these I'm convinced some therapists get there education on a milk box. Flipping heck. I'm so sorry that happened to you." -- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ltikks/people_of_reddit_what_is_the_worst_thing_a/gp2zydy?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">illthinkofonel8er</a></p>
When Word and Deed Do Not Align<p>"When they say things like 'okay I understand how you are feeling thank you for telling me' but proceeds to ignore most of the things I've said. -- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ltikks/people_of_reddit_what_is_the_worst_thing_a/goyrsef?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">PrestigeZyra</a></p><p style="margin-left: 20px;">"Ugh I hate that. Sympathy is not Empathy."</p><p style="margin-left: 20px;">"Rephrased: 'Based on what you've shared, I think I'm starting to understand what you have been through. Thank you for telling me. Now you said X, would you like to explain that further so I can better understand?' "</p><p style="margin-left: 20px;">"It's called motivational interviewing and that specific technique is 'reflecting' and 'clarification' to ensure the client is able to fully explain their meaning without the provider 'assuming' anything or ignoring the person's statements." -- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ltikks/people_of_reddit_what_is_the_worst_thing_a/gozv732?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">jhorry</a></p>
Proven Wrong Almost Immediately<p>"Go back to work, you'll be fine, you don't need different meds."</p><p><em>"3 times being sent home and psych ward visit later" -- </em><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ltikks/people_of_reddit_what_is_the_worst_thing_a/goygpxp?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">BalancedJoker</a></p><p style="margin-left: 20px;"><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ltikks/people_of_reddit_what_is_the_worst_thing_a/goygpxp?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank"></a>"let me guess, diagnosed with depression (unipolar). prescribed an SSRI type antidepressant. turns out you have biploar depression and without mood stabilizers the SSRIs sent you into a strong manic episode." -- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ltikks/people_of_reddit_what_is_the_worst_thing_a/gp0hdbz?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">SecTrono</a></p>
Doubling Down<p>"I had a psychiatrist who was convinced I was anorexic even though I wasn't."</p><p>"It really sucked because my therapist and my psychiatrist worked at the same company and they had a policy where they don't help people with eating disorders."</p><p>"So even though I went to a specialist and they confirmed I didn't have an eating disorder I was still banned from that facility and lost my long term therapist."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ltikks/people_of_reddit_what_is_the_worst_thing_a/goyzbxh?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">assainXD1</a></p>
Throwing Shade on a Healthy Habit<p>"I use my creativity with art and craft as both a coping skill and as something that gives me extra purpose in life."</p><p>"A psychologist told me that doing so is maladaptive. I didn't go back."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ltikks/people_of_reddit_what_is_the_worst_thing_a/goyloq7?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">BlackCaaaaat</a></p>
Wut<p>"Had a therapist tell me that my soul, long before I was born, chose my parents and subsequent childhood abuse so that I could learn from it."</p><p>"By this logic, of course, the abused person is always in control and the abuser is helpless. Argue with that logic. Needless to say I never saw her again."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ltikks/people_of_reddit_what_is_the_worst_thing_a/goyszg6?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">mercuryrising137</a></p>
On the internet, people tend to say things they likely would not in the real world. The anonymity of a forum or comment section--composed only of verbal contributions beneath made up names--compels us to socialize with less inhibition; we take more risks with the peers we can't see in the flesh.