rSlash - r/Entitledparents My Parents Turned Me into a Slave

Episode Date: March 18, 2022

r/Entitledparents In today's episode, OP tells the horror story of what it's like to live with parents to treat their children like their own personal property. OP is trying to go out and live her own life, but her parents want to keep her at home as a full-time unpaid nanny for their younger kids. OP tried to go out and get a job, but her parents flipped out because they were about to lose their free childcare. What's the point of having a kid if you're not even going to love and support them? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome to our slash entitled Parents, where a Karen gets racist. Our next reddit post is from Look at My Nipple, a little backstory. My dad is Muslim, and he really wanted one of his children to marry a Muslim. Then I met a really sweet Muslim girl at school, and you could clearly see that she's a Muslim and has Arabian roots. But my aunt, that is, my mother's sister, is a really religious Christian and she hates other religions. So me and my family arrive at our Christmas party and search for our grandma. Me and my girlfriend go sit down next to my siblings and cousins, and it was really nice,

until my entitled aunt arrived at the party with her nice boyfriend and their kid. This was the first time that my girlfriend was at a family gathering, so my aunt's are for the first time. Then the following conversation occurred. Who are you? I've never seen you here before. I'm OP's girlfriend. You aren't from around here. Are you? Um, my parents are Arabian. Then my entitled aunt turned to me in whispered, Why are you dating someone like that? Uh, because I like her and she's really sweet. She says to my girlfriend, Can you just go back home? I already have to deal with one Muslim and I can't deal with a second one.

Um, why should I go and what's wrong with being a Muslim? You should just go. You guys believe in the wrong God and you don't even celebrate Christmas. Entitle aunt, stop that. If she wants to be here, then she gets to be here. But she isn't even family. Yeah, that's true. But you and your boyfriend aren't married either, so why does he get to be here? Because we're both Christians, so we're family via our religion. Okay, then we're done talking because my dad and my girlfriend are family via religion as well. Ugh, girlfriend, just go, we do not want someone who's gonna blow up the house.

Wow. She actually effing said this. My dad heard this and got pissed. Entitled Aunt, that's enough. If you're gonna be that racist again, I will personally see to it that you will never be at a family gathering ever again. Oh, so you're threatening me? Heh, I should have known.

That's the only thing that your race is able to do. My dad was about to jump on my entitled Aunt, but me and my aunt's boyfriend stopped him. I said, aunt's boyfriend, maybe it's better if you and my aunt go back home. The boyfriend said, yeah, that's the best for all of us. This happened last Christmas, and my girlfriend is still not fully over it. She doesn't really feel comfortable anymore at gatherings, but my grandma said that if she wanted to come, she wouldn't invite my aunts. You know, the really ironic thing about this is Muslims and Christians believe in the

exact same God. They just disagree about the prophet. So when the entitled aunts said, you should just go, you guys believe in the wrong God, and you don't even celebrate Christmas. I mean, yeah, she's right that they don't celebrate Christmas, but it's literally the exact same God. Our next reddit post is from deleted. This is an old story that happened two years ago.

It was my day off work, and I decided to hang out at an internet cafe and relax. Now, our internet cafes have rules where students can't play after one PM since they have class. They do this to avoid having students skip class. I log into a PC at 1245 and I started playing CSGO. After about 15 minutes, I feel a tap on my shoulder and I see this guy standing behind me. I remove my headset and this is the conversation that follows. Hi, can I help you? Yeah, you need to log out. It's 1 p.m. No, I paid for an hour. It's 1 p.m.

And? You need to go back to school. Oh, no, I already graduated last March. I don't believe you. I saw you last semester. Yeah, the same semester I graduated. Stop lying! If you don't get off that computer, then I'm reporting you to your college dean! I'm not lying, so go report me if you want. Give me your ID!

Okay, I pull out my work ID and show it to him. His face turns red. He then turns his attention to the guy next to me. It turns out that was his son who I was playing with, and he says, son, let's go! The sun stands up with an ashamed face and says he's sorry as he was leaving. After they leave, I turned to face the owner of the internet cafe, HUNUMI, and we shared a laugh. That was the last time I went to an internet cafe.

Our next reddit post is from A22 Yellow. I've been taking care of my three younger siblings since I was 14, and we had just moved to a different state. And at that point my youngest sibling was two and a half years old and now they're six. Up until then, I never had a very good relationship with any of my siblings and I barely hung out with them. I was resentful of them because of my parents' very obvious favoritism of them. It started off small with me just watching my siblings for an hour or two.

And then it quickly devolved into me watching my siblings for hours on end into the night while my parents made friends with neighbors and went out. Then it turned into me watching my siblings nearly full time. And I watched my siblings with no pay. They said they were paying me 25 bucks a week regardless of how much I actually worked, but I never touched any actual cash. They would only ever buy things for me if they had the money on the side after their own

spending. The pandemic made it very, very easy for my parents to guilt trip me into watching my siblings all the time and sacrificing everything in my life. For example, I let my parents pull me from school to do all virtual teaching even though I had some apprehension. I let them continue to pull me out of school during my senior year. I let them ruin my relationship with my girlfriend for a long while before I finally put my foot down and repaired it. And I let them shut down my opportunity to get a real job because they wanted me home,

working for them 45, 60 hours a week babysitting. And their kids are not angels, hell, not even part angel. They go unchecked and undisciplined. I'm the only one that they even semi-listen to, and that's a 50-50 chance. They run around like banshee's, hit, scream, Only one that they even semi-listen to, and that's a 50-50 chance. They run around like banshee's, hit, scream, and are just generally bad kids. They're constantly watching a screen and have been as long as I remember.

They watch scary and murdery videos and things that generally young kids shouldn't be watching. They stay up as late as I do, and sometimes even later. For reference, that can mean that they stay up until like 4, 5, or 6am because I sometimes get knocks at my door asking for food and such. It's not just me who says these things. My youngest sibling is the worst. She goes the most unchecked and ignored, and when she's bad, my parents say, well, she has ADHD, so... No, that's not an excuse, it's not even a diagnosis. You just don't parent her and you don't want to help her, mom. I don't think my younger sister has ADHD, or even if she does have it.

I think she has a mom who doesn't discipline her and instead encourages bad behavior. It's ridiculous! The middle kid is becoming more mature at 9 years old, but he's still unchecked and he doesn't listen. The oldest, who's now 12, is realizing that his parents don't actually parent, and he's becoming resentful because his younger siblings get favored because he's getting prepped to be the next me. I understand the whole older kids babysitting younger kids thing, but you can't expect a 14 year old to be able to cope well with a childcare job.

Hell, I don't even really like kids, and even as a kid, I didn't really hang out with younger kids because I found them annoying. My parents making me do this made me resent them even more in all honesty. It's exhausting and it's made me a resentful person for a while. And I'm still very angry and I have a lot of pent up frustration that I'm trying to work through. Honestly, I don't think I've ever been capable of properly caring for these kids and they should have either a real babysitter or after school care.

I've had several breakdowns, and I'm just not mentally fit for this job, and all of my concerns have been ignored by my parents. After we moved down, my mom and my stepdad became very, very bult. My biological dad is dead, and because of that, my mother receives a survivor's check with stipulations as to where it can be spent. My entire family bashes her for refusing to use that money correctly and abusing it. They joke about how the money is for them, not for me,

and they refuse to let me live in my hometown where I'd be happier and healthier because that would mean they'd lose the check. I found out that the only reason they can afford the house that we're in is because of that check. They depend on that check despite having two well-paying government jobs. They just spend all their money on frivolous BS like a thousand dollar armchair and my mom's purse. They guilt trip me by saying that if I don't stay, they'll lose the house, and it will all be my fault. Eventually, it all came to a head back in October.

I put my foot down and demanded that I get a job. I needed money for college, and I had nothing to show for my life, and I had no way to pay for college. At that point, I didn't even have a driver's license. This led to a huge fight, where my mom said that I was her kid who had no say in anything and my life was hers to control essentially. She went on this rampage saying that she would cut off my contact to everyone I knew and she would make everyone hate me and how she would make it so that I couldn't physically

leave because I was all alone and I had no one. In my head I realized that she was wrong so I immediately backpedaled and false apologized. And I just went along with what she was saying. She promised me therapy, pills, help with the kids, just a bunch of BS, and I knew that everything was a lie. Since then, my parents have been getting more and more aggressive with me, saying that I'm not leaving. To the point where they mention it at least once a day.

At first, she would say, You can't leave until you graduate, so we have someone to watch the kids. Then, they said that they needed my check to pay their mortgage, and they wouldn't get it unless I stayed. And now they say that I have to stay until the end of summer to help us in our time of need. They've threatened to put me in a psych ward to have me arrested and to have my girlfriend's parents arrested for harboring me as a runaway after I'm 18. I'm not a nanny, I've been prevented in living my own life, and I've been withheld from getting the necessary things to survive on my own. I owe nothing to them or their kids, and in self-preservation, I have to let them be on their own and figure their own stuff out. I never wanted kids.

I never bought a house that I couldn't afford, and I need to go to school to get the kind of job that I want. O.P., it sounds like you're kind of coming to this realization on your own, but just to be clear, this is straight up child abuse. This form of child abuse is called parentification. It's when parents try to make their kids parents for them, so parents can run off and do whatever, and then they leave kids in charge of kids, which yeah, is child abuse. So if I were you OP, I would try to find all of your legal documents, like your birth certificate, your social security card, things like that, and then just leave. If you're an adult, if you're 18 years old, there's nothing they can do. Nothing.

So, I really hope you find help OP, and I would recommend going to R-slash raised by Narcissus because you'll find a really strong support group there. Our next Reddit post is from humble hedgehog., so my mom and I decorate cakes together. My dad will always complain throughout the process and yell at us the entire time. Every single time that we make a cake, he'll tell us that we're never to make another cake again because he hates the stress. Remember, it's not even him who decorates them. My mom and I are the ones who bake and decorate the cakes. I suffer with anxiety and depression.

One year, I spent my hard earned money, as well as hours designing, baking, and decorating my birthday cake. Yeah, I made my own birthday cake. It's relaxing, and I knew that no one else was going to buy me one. After celebrating, there was about half of my birthday cake left, and I figured I could save some and enjoy small pieces over the next week. The next day I woke up and dad had already left for work, with the rest of my cake. He took every last crumb to share with his work friends over coffee, and didn't even think to leave me one piece. This was my birthday cake, and he didn't even ask. This has happened

so many times. I'll spend hours designing, baking, and decorating, and he just takes a rest without even asking. I even told him that he could take some, but if he does, to leave me some as well. He then gets upset and guilt trips me, making me feel selfish for wanting to share my hard work with my friends. After I put up with him getting angry and complaining for hours while I make my cake, it's not even his birthday cake. Our next red-oppost is from Psycho Simpie. A few days ago, my mom had to go to Walmart to pick up a prescription and grab a few groceries.

She hates Walmart, so we always try to hurry. While she waited in line for the prescription, my brother and I went to look for a few groceries we needed. We reached the grocery part of the store and start shopping, and we finally go to the drink aisle. We see there are two gallons of apple juice left. I go to grab them, and a woman comes up. She sees me take them, but I turn around and ask if she was also coming to get apple

juice. She says yes, so I offer her one and I take the other. I don't know how or why she escalated this so fast but she told me to give her both of them because she wants them. I tell her again that I'll give her one of them but we're going to take the other. She isn't happy about this and starts demanding that I give her both. I tell her flat out no. My brother isn't saying anything because he's not good with confrontation and just wanted to get apple juice. I say, ma'am, do you want this one bottle of apple juice or not?

Just give me both. How hard is that to understand? I want them both! So no? Yes, just give them to me. As things start to progress into a scene, my brother starts looking anxious, but he chimes in. Look, we're trying to be nice here.

I don't care, just give them to me, you're wasting my time. I eventually get tired of this, and out of spite, I put them both in our cart. I turn around and motion for my brother to follow. She starts yelling, but we just hit the front. It was seriously the stupidest thing ever. That was our Slash Entitled Parents, and if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.