Have your parents ever blamed you for something you didn't do?

[Wolf General Alpha 636]

They blame me all of the time. So I stopped caring about them.

[Solid 1,327]

Sometimes when they are feeling like really really angry, but usually they could follow logic.

[DATA EXPUNGED 324]

I am the Household scapegoat. I get paid below minimum wage, no medical, or even dental, and i wont be able to retire until there's nothing left that can go wrong. 

Edited January 5, 2015 by DATA EXPUNGED

[Lisa 5,553]

yes, what annoys me is when they tell me to stop lying when I'm 110% honest with everything

 

this ^

 

all of my concurs 

 

My parents do it all the time.

[EddG 554]

Well, my Mum get's annoyed when I update the computers in the house because "it doesn't work the same".

I am started to get tempted to let her get her Credit Card info stolen.

[Admiral Regulus 2,769]

There's only one instance I can remember, and even that memory is a little fuzzy. It's also 9/10 on the embarrassing scale, and a little bit on the inappropriate side, and... well, you know what that means—story time!

 

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This was a long time ago; back when I lived in Arizona. I was maybe 7-8 years old at most. I had a sister who was 4-5 years old, and we shared the same bathroom. Anyway, that's the background. On that fateful day, my parents walked into the bathroom. I heard my name being called with that loud, stern you're in trouble voice. Apparently, my parents found something they didn't like, but I can't for the life of me remember what it was.

 

There was a lengthy discussion in the bathroom, where my parents were pointing fingers. You know how it is. "You did this," they say. "Why did you do it? What were you thinking?" I don't even remember what the crime was, because I really, honestly didn't do it. All I remember is one detail of the contrived explanation for the whole ordeal. Somehow, my parents concluded that if I committed the crime, I must have taken a marker and colored on my butt.

 

As I said, even to this day, I can't understand what that crime was. This whole scenario is something that has eluded my understanding for years.

 

Fortunately, it doesn't matter. It's just the little details that I don't remember; the rest I do. So, you see, in order to prove that I didn't commit the crime, I had to show evidence. I had to pull down my pants and let my mom inspect my butt, so that she could see that it wasn't colored.

 

Now, being a 7-8 year old boy, I had already developed an understanding of the way things work. I knew that this would be embarrassing and humiliating, so when my mom asked to see my butt, I told her I wouldn't cooperate. She interpreted this as me hiding evidence, and I was instead grounded for a week.

 

I specifically remember standing outside the house, staring at the edge of the roof one day. I wanted to be inside playing video games, but I couldn't—my mom had blamed some kind of awful bathroom anomaly on me. I insisted that I was innocent, but she wouldn't listen. I was punished for something I never did, and I felt as though I was being treated very unfairly.

 

I wanted to explain to her that there was another reason why I didn't want her to see my butt, but my eight-year-old self had too sparse of a vocabulary. I understood the concepts of privacy, humiliation, and so on, but I didn't know how to put it all into words... I didn't know those words existed. That was a very common problem for me as a kid, never being able to express myself properly. I was always getting smacked around because of that.

Edited January 5, 2015 by Regulus