Christ you poor sods...
my folks have never been that strict. The only thing I used to get seriously into trouble for was getting horrendously drunk instead of doing my A-Level course work. At the time I thought it was completely unfair, but with the benefit of hindsight I'm suprised my Dad didn't kick two shades of shit out of me. Ho hum.
(Biromunch, Wed 14 Mar 2007, 9:50, Reply)

My mum's parents
Her dad was an illiterate, alcoholic steel worker with five kids - one of them disabled. They were so poor that they made the boys wear their older sister's clothes during the early years of school. The mother and three sisters slept in one bed, and the father and two sons slept in the other.

Each morning when the father got up early to go to work, he would pull all the covers off the boys - just to be spiteful. One day, they tried to hold on to the covers and he beat them up so badly that they couldn't go to school.

The older brother was killed by a train - he was almost unidentifiable - and the disabled girl died. My mother had rickets. She remembers her most extravagant Christmas gift as an orange (which she had to share.) Oh, and grandad used to molest his eldest daughter every night, which grandma knew about but didn't comment on because it stopped him from beating her up.

When my mother left home aged 15, her mother's parting words were: "Don't bring any trouble home here."

Not funny, but it kind of puts the other posts into perspective.
(frankspencer, Wed 14 Mar 2007, 9:16, Reply)

Religious Parents
Back in secondary school there was this kid who had overly protective parents and because he didn't get out much my mum forced me to go to his house one evening. Anyway, when I got there I had the usual "what shall we do?" question. I asked if we could watch the simpsons at 6 where upon he replied "my parents don't let me watch it, they say that it's not for kids." Riiight, so that suggestion had gone out the window.

"What's your favourite show then?"
"Hmmm, probably rugrats"

I held back by laughter and we sat around for sometime.

"Want to see my rock collection?"
At this point I started to feel sorry for the guy and without wanting to cause offence said that I'd love to (keep in mind that we were 15 at the time). When we got upstairs to his bedroom which was a bit chilly he promptly asked me if it was all right for him to "PUT HIS JUMPER ON"
I was melting up inside by now. But come on, who asks if it's all right
for them to put their jumper on, did he think I would be offended?

Didn't speak to him much after that and the last thing I heard was that he was the head choir boy at the local church. Poor guy.
(potters, Wed 14 Mar 2007, 9:09, Reply)

happy pills
in the 80's my mums handbag'd rattle when moved it was so full of the feckin tings...so when she found my little plants growing at the far end of the garden (transplanted as 6" plants from the wardrobe)she launched into a complete lengthy lengthy tirade about the evils of 'em, drugs, that is & grounded me for a month-so i took that as permish to raid her handbag instead-did you know that 6 beers and 6 valium tabs gives a boner that won't go away???
(mickturate if i could be arsed i'd be bored, Wed 14 Mar 2007, 8:57, Reply)

"IF I EVER
SEE YOU ON A MOTORCYCLE, I'LL KILL YOU!" said Mum about 30 years ago.

I bought one (at age 36!) and so far she has spared my life.
( cynfulcynner ...another American nutter, Wed 14 Mar 2007, 7:39, Reply)

When I were a nipper . . .
I wasn't allowed to watch either "The Paul Hogan Show" or "Kingswood Country". And why not? Was it the dumbing down effect? Was it the institutionalised racism? NO!

It was because of the word "bloody". And this from my baker father who once called one of his apprentices every foul name under the sun right in front of my tender 11-year-old ears.

Also, I remember begging to be allowed to stay up late (10.30pm - oooohh . . . ) to watch this new music video show called "Sevenrock", on the proviso that my mum watched it with me.

Five minutes into the show, my mum shrieked, went into a paroxysm of fury, turned off the teev and made me get rid of my record collection. Why, I hear you cry? Because they didn't want me growing up to be a sex pervert. And all because the first video off the rank was the long version of Duran Duran's "Girls On Film" . . .

Mind you, they completely failed on the pervert thing, as I am now 34 and will punch it into any willing female. Sorry, Mum!
(thanateros Does Not Play Well With Others, Wed 14 Mar 2007, 5:41, Reply)

my parents

had the bizarre idea that they had the right to complain if I didn't come up to the standards of a professional comedian.

Sorry, no, that wasn't my parents.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Wed 14 Mar 2007, 5:24, Reply)

My parents were so strict..
that they wouldnt let me buy proper animal feed. I had to jerk off the dog to feed the cat...
(Peripheral Visionary, Wed 14 Mar 2007, 5:21, Reply)

I still can't bloody ride one.
My Dad grew up when BMX was the big thing, all of the guys had the damn things, so naturally seeing trophies he's won in (minor) championships, I wanted my own cups made of stainless steel.

So, for my seventh birthday I was given a mountain bike, hooray, except for the fact that I had no idea how to ride one. At this point, I was never allowed out to play with friends, so how did I learn to ride one? My mum taught me. 1 hour a week she would take me out to fall off my bike in the park. Thanks mum, make me look like a spastic with two left feet and a balance disorder in front of the kids from school.

After a few weeks of maoning, she finally let me out on my bike alone while she watched from the window. I lasted outside for around 5 minutes before I went too close to the road.

The bitch sold my bike. And that is why I've claimed to hate bikes passionately for the last decade. The truth is I just can't ride one and haven't tried ever since. She ruined my dreams of being a BMXer. :(
(Apyadg, Wed 14 Mar 2007, 1:40, Reply)

my parents...
...dont like me visiting b3ta in case i lose my sense of wit after reading too many apeloverage posts
(salvadorbones, Wed 14 Mar 2007, 1:03, Reply)

My mother wasn't strict....
She was just a worrier. It never seemed too bad as a young bairn but as I began to grow up and hit my teenage years it became the source of much tension in the Sutcliffe household.

For example, my Mam refused to give me and my brother a key for the house so we could let ourselves in after school. This meant that we had to go to a child minders (Some were canny, some were bullies who locked us in a cupboard) after school until my Grandma came and picked us up. This may not sound too bad but bear in mind I was 15 at the time. I'm suprised I didn't become a social outcast.

My Mam also wanted me in before she went to bed so she didn't worry. The only problem was that my Mam was a clean freak and was up at half 5 every morning gutting the house and dusting over me and my sleeping brother. This meant her bed time was usually quite early and my curfew even earlier. Up until the around 17 I was expected in at 9PM on the dot and if I was even five minutes later my mother would screech at me about how she had to go to work, I was inconsiderate etc. One day I just flat out refused to come back when I was expected and stayed out until my friends strolled home. My eardrum got one hell of a bashing that night but I appealed to the Court of Grandma who in no uncertain terms told my mam to stop being so bloody stupid. I love my Gran :) She's mint.

Due to her stupidly excessive cleaning habits she also has a fear of 'other people' coming into the house and messing it up, unless ofcourse they are girlfriends. She does however have a problem with girlfriends staying the night. Why? Not because we might wake her up with our excessive humping or we may have a blazing row but because she "doesn't want to be disturbed on a Saturday morning". I could understand if it was a week day but on a weekend!?

Best of all though is her skewed look at fashion...
-Once on holiday she disowned me for the full night because the jeans I was wearing had rips in them. She didn't understand that at the time it was fashionable to pay £30+ for some ripped jeans and actually wear them.
-Told me I would have to move out if I didn't get my hair cut. Since I was born i'd had short back and sides so I fancied a change (My cunt of a father used to dub us 'Mummy's little soliders'. Funniest thing he's ever said actually.) I grew it until I looked like Yoko Ono circa 'Imagine' just to really wind her up.
-Only let me wear football tops on week days because they were easier to wash than normal tops apparently.

Actually, she was strict.
(Peter Sutcliffe's Right Bollock, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 23:59, Reply)

...
My parents are generally fine, but my mum takes great offence to the word "turd". Seriously she'd be less shocked if I shouted "cunt",

I got grounded for 3 months once, for calling my dad a turd-burgler...
(LuckySevenDomino is now the owner of a shiny Wii!, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 22:55, Reply)

My dad...
While this wasn't particularly harsh or strict, it is genius child rearing and therefore, notable.

Back when I were wee (2-3 maybe 4)and used to have temper tantrums, my dad hit upon the ideal punishment.

Grabbing me by my ankle mid-outburst, holding me upside down (by the aforementioned body part) and sticking duct-tape over my mouth.

He'd do this til I calmed down and all the blood had rushed to my head. At which point he would let me down, remove the tape and have a quiet word.

The man was a pioneer in the field of child discipline, god rest his soul.

This is definately to be used on the mini-Deity's... when I have them.
(Good Looking Deity Grew a magnificent beard on, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 22:15, Reply)

Phones're great for torturing kids with.
When my youngest was about 14 or so, I caught her using her mobile to deceive me. I confiscated it and locked it in a box. I then gave her the box, promising to unlock it in the morning.

Which I did, after ringing it about 150 times in the night. Next day, she was cataleptic with anxiety about all the extremely important calls she'd missed.

She may have lied to me again since then, I'm not sure, but at least she's been cleverer about it.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 20:49, Reply)

My parents REALLY didn't want me going on the computer.
When I was 'studying' for my uni resits at 19 years old (I wasn't studying at all because the course was not for me, but my parents wouldnt accept this and told me to study anyway), my parents banned me from using the computer, as it was a distraction.

First they took the mouse away. So I used the tab key on the keyboard to use the computer without the mouse. Then they took the keyboard away. So I brought a cheap mouse from the shops and used that, and posted on message boards by using the on-screen keyboard (which takes about 3 times as long as a text message and just as unreadable).

They found out again and then they took the modem away. I always knew where to find it.

Eventually they took the entire monitor and put it in the back of the car when they went off for a day trip and wanted to ensure I would revise. I climbed up the attic and brought down the monitor from our old computer and attached it to the new one.

In the end I didn't even go to my resits (I was doing a course they'd forced me to do at a uni they'd chosen for me), but when it came to results day, I told them I failed by a tiny margin. They blamed the computer.
(Dawgster, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 20:26, Reply)

not really here...
My parents were so strict that they had a discussion and decided not to conceive me, so actually I don't exist and am a figment of your imagination.
( brown-wings Made with three kinds of butter, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 20:17, Reply)

not me
but a friend's mum told me that when he was little, he was acting up in a supermarket and could tell she was cross, so he shielded his face and went
"noo, please dont hit me again mummy!"
classic
offtopic, since she wasnt remotely strict, and had tried drinking and smoking before he was 10, on the basis that he wouldnt like them as a kid, so he wouldnt feel the need to try them as a teenager (well it works with broccoli)
(skankgirl, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 19:58, Reply)

apeloverage
I've been lurking for two years now, but that reply was so poor I felt the need to create an account just to say so.

Back on topic...my parents have always let me do what I want within reason, the only strange and pointless rule I can remember was my mum telling me off for referring to myself and other children as "kids" as "you are not baby goats".

Otherwise I can't remember anything too scarring, aside from being chased downstairs on Xmas eve after waking my parents up for the tenth time that night.The tables have turned now however, and I have to be dragged out of bed by them each Xmas day with a stinking hangover.
(WhatWhatWhat, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 19:51, Reply)

my main issue with my parents

wasn't so much their strictness, as the fact that they were wolves.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 19:40, Reply)

Jesus, where do I start?
My parents were horrid, truly horrid. One example is when I had left school at 16 and before I started college in September I worked in a factory for an agency to get a bit of money, fair play to me as my parents would never give me any money.

Anyway, I started work at 2pm and finished at 10, getting home at about 10:30 - 10:45, being dropped off by the agency bus.

When I got in, I was hungry, grubby, needed the loo (being female I can't poo in a public toilet) and wanted to wind down before going to bed. My mother would never cook me a meal with the rest of the family and leave it for me to reheat, so I would come in and cook myself something, eat it in the front room (parents would be in bed by about 10) with the telly on really low watching Jerry Springer whilst running a bath, finish eating, tidy up what I'd used, put it away, turn off everything that needed turing off and go to the loo, get in the bath, go to bed. Sounds fairly tame doesn't it?

Well, like I say my parents are cunts and mum had a word with me one day about how she and dad could smell the food I was cooking at night so I had to stop cooking any dinner when I got in. I did so, tried toast, sandwiches, but got told they could hear me moving about in the kitchen, so in the end, I'd come home to find the kitchen door closed and I wasn't allowed to open it.

Then she said they could hear the telly (one night I didn't even put it on and read a book for a while in the front room instead but the next day she moaned the telly had kept them awake and I was no longer allowed to put it on) so I'd come home and find they had hidden the remote (couldnt turn telly on without it), so theres me, no food, no telly.

THEN, she takes me aside one day and explains as thier bedroom is next to the bathroom they could hear me run the bath and flush the loo, so could I not do either anymore, I explained that if I had a shit I couldnt exactly not flush it, so she just told me that I wasn't allowed to poo anymore when I got in, I promise this is all true. And not to have a bath either as they heard it being run and then emptied.

So basically when I got in, my only option was to go to bed (where I couldn't put the light on as I shared with my little sister and she'd wake up) and that was it.

My parents banned me from eating, watching tv, pooing and bathing.

A few months later she kicked me out, and 3 years ago I cut off all contact with them.

Cunts.
( diffy maybs, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 19:29, Reply)

Piercings
Not allowed any piercings other than ears until I leave the house... will do
(Maccy Divided by 0 on, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 19:28, Reply)

Strict parents? Yep.
I was never allowed to play with friends after school. I'm of an 'ethnic minority' and my parents were worried I'd get attacked by the local racists if I left the house. They were worried if I mixed with the white kids at school, they'd corrupt me. My parents were phenomenally racist.

So I spent my days after school sitting watching childrens tv. Only I wasn't allowed to watch live action scripted shows, so I could only watch cartoons. Byker Grove and Grange Hill were considered too adult and my parents used to change the channel when they came on. In the evenings, I spent just about every night of my teenage years watching foreign language tv with my mother (the alternative was to quietly sit in the kitchen doing nothing). This has left me with a deep-seated hate of my 'motherland', its language, its people, it's music, and especially its TV and movies. So now they call me a coconut (white on the inside...).

I wasn't allowed to go out much even whilst I was at college. I went to uni for a year in 2005, where I spent most of the year in my room since I was so socially backwards. I failed the course and my parents blamed it on my friends at university 'corrupting' me. I didn't even have any.

There's also loads of other stuff, like how they didn't allow me to listen to music, beat me, didn't give me any pocket money (like, at all), blah blah blah. It didn't always seem so terrible at the time but when I hear about the things my friends used to do whilst growing up (playing outdoors in summer, gettin into 'adventures', goin on holiday, having girlfriends), I usually end up fighting back tears.
(Dawgster, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 19:23, Reply)

spare me the liberal, er, liberalness
(First posting, nice fresh and new.)

If only my parents had been stricter... Upon returning from university in my first year with my new boyfriend in tow my mother was pleased to annouce that "your father and I have discussed it and we don't mind you and this bloke sharing a bed as long as we don't hear you humping". Thanks. Way to give your daughter a complex.

Length? Didn't see it at all that weekend.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 18:30, Reply)

Please say I beat the hairy testicle
Not sure if the hairy testicle has done this one yet, but hopefully i've beaten him to it. My parents have never been that strict, but this girl (a friend of a friend's brother)her parents check her iPOD every night, or week or something like that, and if they find anything with sexual connotations or swearing - they delete it!

DAMN! I JUST CHECKED, HE'S ALREADY POSTED IT!
( St. Defenestration The REAL one, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 18:02, Reply)

GAH
no telly till all my homework was done.

And because I was in top set for everything I always had bloody loads of the stuff.

If I was lucky, I was done in time for the national anthem.

still, I now do online advertising, so it all worked out.

Meh!

No apologies for length, for reasons only a select few know ;-)
(UnstableDan Bah, Humbug! ooooh, humbugs, nyom!, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 17:53, Reply)

...she got issues too
Oh yeah, and the old dear freely admits that sometimes... just sometimes, she wants to hit me and my brother full in the face with a pan.

Course, thats why there's a kitchen cupboard full o' happy tablets.
( BulldogUgly Visit my profile to see what's between my legs, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 17:34, Reply)

Phone
My parents were cruel sometimes.

They used to go out and leave sis and me in - not so bad you might say, but we weren't allowed to have the windows open while they were out in case someone knew we were in (WHY?) - Even in the peak of summer....

The phone was an odd one - they didn't like us to use the phone.

My Mum, once, went out and left me and my sister LOCKED IN THE HOUSE with no door or window keys and the phone locked in her jewellery box (long story, don't ask). Then, she called us. I know she did because it was the kind of cruel thing she'd do.

Had there been a fire, we'd've died as the windows were old skool PVC - none of that modern soft shit, but the hardcore fireproof stuff.

Nice.
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 17:18, Reply)