14 Stories of How Kids Can Lose Trust in Their Parents Forever

We recently published 10 stories of how losing your children’s trust can be a path of no return. The topic had great repercussion with our readers: we read several comments in which people shared their own life stories. Some said to forgive the mother or father as they sometimes hurt their children unintentionally. Others, however, claimed that certain memories simply turned into trauma and remain for the rest of their lives.

we, from awesome.club, we decided to publish some stories from our readers so that both parents and children can see the situation from a different perspective. It is also possible that the post encourages educators to seek new reflections on their teaching methods. Follow up!

There is a story I remember vividly even after years. We were temporarily living with my brother while our apartment was under construction. My mother left for work and asked me to stop by the market. I went to leave, but I couldn’t find my keys. All the keys were normally hanging by the entrance, but they weren’t there. I looked everywhere: nothing. I called my mother and said I wouldn’t go to the market as I couldn’t leave the apartment open. At this point, she started cursing me, saying how “irresponsible” and “lazy” I was. I was 18!

On the same day at night, the mystery was solved. When he left, my brother had taken my keys by mistake and didn’t notice. I even called everyone to ask if they were with anyone, but no one confirmed. Well, my mom didn’t apologize for what she said, because I’m still irresponsible and lazy anyway. It’s been 14 years, but I remember it like it was yesterday… © vectors_pd / adme

Beautiful sunny summer day. She was 10-12 years old and leaving the market. I still had change from my purchases, so I decided to stop by a flower shop to surprise my mother. I waited in line for a few minutes and picked out the daffodils—her favorite flowers. I was very excited and happy to see her reaction. When she opened the door, she saw my smile from ear to ear and the flowers in my hand and said, “Oh, but what for?!” Disappointing, I don’t forget that. © Irina Zn / facebook

When I was a child, I was saving money to buy a doll, beautiful and in traditional Georgian dress. It wasn’t very expensive. When I was very close to getting my dreamed doll, my uncle stole my money and spent it on drink! My mother and grandmother said that I had lost the money myself and that “I didn’t even need a doll”. I could never trust adults again. © Наталья Щетинина / facebook

We lived in a housing project. I remember that my father called me to talk, he took out of his pocket a broken military brooch, which he had brought from Angola, and asked me why it was on the hallway floor and damaged. I explained that I hadn’t touched it and was seeing it for the first time. Still, he scolded me and grounded me for 12 hours. Finally, I gave up and told him what he wanted to hear: that I had taken it to show some friends, but I lost it and, unfortunately, it broke.

In the evening, my younger sister, when she saw the brooch, said, “Wow, I was looking for this. I was the one who took it, but I ended up losing it”. My father didn’t even apologize and my mother said smiling: “Oh, don’t be like that, see this as a prevention for the future”. I was nine. Since that day, I don’t feel anything for my parents anymore. They are like strange people.

Many years later, my wife invited my parents to come and visit. So that the granddaughters could meet their grandparents. To create memories for the future. They ate some sweets in secret and blamed my daughters. Unbelievable. Even the girls were counting down the days for them to leave. My parents seem to be incorrigible. On the other hand, I have an excellent example of what not to do with children. © Алексей Силин / facebook

I collected old and even newer coins. Everyone in the family knew this and always gave me the coins they received as change. I was very fond of coins with different designs and emblems, I kept everything. I hadn’t accumulated much, but it was my collection.

So I was with my father at the market, and when we were going to pay, he noticed that he didn’t have enough money. He begged on his knees for me to give him the coins to buy potatoes and promised he would return them. I didn’t have much confidence in him, but I felt sorry for him and gave. Of course, I never saw those coins again and my father didn’t even remember what happened.

Today I am 45 years old, but that day was very memorable. © Oksana Seebeck / facebook

When I was 10-12 years old, I saved money for a year. My father then said that I should exchange the coins for bills to make it easier to collect. I gave him my savings. I never saw my money again. When I asked, he said he didn’t even remember what he had done with the coins.

Maybe that’s why I’m so consumerist these days and spend without thinking. Today I have money, but tomorrow I may not have it anymore. © Наталья Ривера / facebook

My mother was always against me. She agreed with strangers and never defended me. Today I am 40 years old and our relationship is terrible, we are almost enemies. I can’t forget or forgive the traumas of childhood. © Кристина / adme

I was 11 years old. I was accused at school of stealing the teacher’s wallet. I hadn’t caught anything and I don’t know why she thought it was me. I was accused in front of the whole class. They called my mother and, finally, it was necessary to change schools. The most painful thing wasn’t seeing everyone looking at me with contempt, but the fact that my mother didn’t seem to believe me and didn’t defend me.

I’m an adult now, but I can’t forgive her. No matter what my son has done, I will always take his side and believe what he says. It’s a shame that many adults don’t have the ability to listen to their children. © Grecika Ana / facebook

I hate my childhood. “You need to respect your elders, be obedient and grateful.” Any attempt to cry was accompanied by phrases: “Crying?! Claudia’s daughter was stung by a bee and didn’t cry…” Whenever I remember, I get goosebumps. © Алена Сидоренко / facebook

I remembered a story from my childhood that left a big impression on me. It was silly, but it really traumatized me. I was nine years old and had done a beautiful hairstyle with a new barrette. I was jumping to show my mother, she looked and said: “You look ridiculous like that!”

To this day I only walk with my hair loose or tied in a ponytail. I don’t feel comfortable doing any hairstyles. © Юлия Касьян

When I was 12 I worked during the summer and made a little money. I dreamed of owning a bicycle. I bought. My father took possession of my bicycle, even though it was childish and feminine. Then he took my allowance. For my sister, it was the opposite—they gave her money for everything. I’ve had regrets ever since. © Наталья Тимошенко / facebook

I was seven when my mother said, “You will be punished for your lies, not your actions.” But when I spoke the truth and tried to be honest, they punished me the same way. Since then, I have not always told the whole truth. © Olga Aksyonova / adme

When I was five, I loved writing poems. It wasn’t difficult for me, the ideas came naturally and the lines just fell into place. I was too ashamed to talk about it, but I decided to read my poems to my mother. She said it wasn’t nice to deceive her by saying that I had written those lines myself. After that, I lost the love of writing. © Наталия Богданова / facebook

My mother read my diary and my father learned about my “secrets”. I was punished for nothing! I had met a boy and we had met a few times, but my father thought it was too early (8th grade). I have heard many very unkind words. I’ve forgiven, but the wounds were deep. I am 71 years old today. © Людмила Лукиных / facebook

Unfortunately, today’s parents also sometimes take actions that can traumatize and leave resentment in their children forever. Here are some examples:

In my work, I witnessed how my colleagues talked about their children’s diaries and personal conversations. One said: “Only maniacs write in diaries, so you MUST read them.” Another said she didn’t see anything wrong with reading her son’s diary, who is in the 4th grade. Yet another recounted an intimate conversation she found on her 16-year-old son’s cell phone. These are some of the parents of the 21st century. © Nataliia Lavrenova / facebook When my children were at school, I went to a meeting where the principal said that we should monitor our children more: search pockets, backpacks, lockers, cell phones. When she said that the teachers were encouraging us to do something that was always considered shameful and invasive (like search, monitor, control) almost everyone laughed and disagreed with my position. I also said that such attitudes, if discovered, could make a child lose trust in their parents. The director went on to say that this was necessary, as all young people have a chance of becoming drug addicts in the future and that only surveillance and control could save them. Today, my children are 32 and 29 years old and I have a great relationship with them. © Александра Щукина / facebook

And did your parents leave any painful memories in you? Comment!