What’s a childhood memory that hits differently as an adult?

[CraftyMama]

The fact that her mom would make her re-record if it didn’t sound right put me on edge… wow… who does that?!? Her child’s life was in danger and instead of caring about that, she only cared about her image with cps 🤦‍♀️😭

[TheGoddessRises]

not me thinking “ how sweet i should do this when my baby “ 😳 to be fair i have his heartbeat from our last ultrasound, i play it for us sometimes when we are having a moment.

[Laramaria]

Most of my memories with my uncle hit different. He raised me as his own, for my father left my mom when she was pregnant. The thing is, I'm autistic and I only found out as an adult but looking back, now I see that my uncle has been protecting me, inventing ways to deal with my meltdowns and talking back to judgemental people my entire life. He didn't know I was autistic either, he says he saw his kid in distress and he wanted to help. He's just the best ❤

[darksteelyurius]

Honestly, there were moments in the summer where my dad would take us to six flags or we would go to theme parks of some sort. Long drives as well. And those were fine. Memories, watching my dad scream like a madman while we were doing loop-de-loops on a roller. Coaster is great for memory. Now looking back at it as an adult, I realize my dad's job never actually gave vacation time. They didn't give dedicated time. He was using the time he had for sick time to take us out and have fun.
I remember him going to work sick a bunch of times and I never made that connection until I was an adult and I understood the cost, the toll of what all of those trips and fun days and weeks was. It's even harder, considering he's passed away and I wish I could tell him I get it now.

[WildArtist]

103.4 should be immediately going to the hospital.

Edit: my mother, grandmother, and great grandmother were nurses, they agree 103⁰ and up means ER. You can die if you have anything above 104⁰.
Edit 2: Having had a temp over 104⁰ and not seeking medical help is not a flex.

[RoseBunny]

I used to be confused about my mom giving me cough medicine when I wasn't sick because "my brothers were sick" and it was all the time really. Turns out the cough medicine makes you tired so she was using it to make us go to bed most of the day.

[Nico_or_Something]

Omg I was expecting it to be something relating to the mom having OCD or something and needing to have auditory/visual reassurance throughout the day… not THAT… :(

[MysteriusChannel]

It took me over 20 years to realize my dad wasn't abusive towards my mother but rather that he was protecting me from her. I hated that man for my entire childhood.

[damiondraws]

When I was in elementary school, my nana drove me to school. But one day she started needing to blow into a device attached to her car. I didn’t understand why but she told me her car couldn’t start unless she blew into first. I thought it was weird but accepted it as normal. Then she started having me blow into it for her. She told me if I didn’t blow into it I wouldn’t be able to go to school and I was scared of getting in trouble for being late so I’d do it. I knew my nana drank, and would drink early in the day. But I didn’t connect the dots that she was actually having her 10 year old granddaughter blow into a breathalyzer because she got a dui, and instead of stopping drinking before 9 am, she’d just have me do it for her.

[wolf.alliance]

I remember being at the grocery store as a young kid, I must have been 6 or something. I wandered from the checkout line and an old man started complimenting my dress. He had white hair and looked tall, that's all I remember. He asked me to kick his hand, which he held about the height of his knee. I kicked upwards and reached it, so he raised it higher, more hip level. I tried again and missed. I was about to kick another time when my dad flew around the corner and grabbed my hand, reminding me not to talk to strangers. Once I was older, I realized he was trying to look up my skirt. I even remember him crouching a little, trying to see. I had no idea, but my dad saved me. I don't think he has any recollection of this, but it pops into my head from time to time. :(

[icetolerant]

😅For those who dont understand:
Her mom already had CPS case on her, so she would record her daughter saying- 'I'm okay' as fake evidence to defend her case.
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[tatyanaionica]

My mother told me that when I was a child, I used to say that "mistakes are good things done badly"😅

[DDarkMist]

I also have a story to go along with this prompt
I was 4 when my father went to jail, so I honestly didn't remember him that well. When he got released I was maybe 9-10. He moved into the apartment my mom had with me and my two other brothers. He kinda felt like a stranger in the house at first. Luckily it wasn't like I'd never met him before, we used to take trips down to the prison whenever he was allowed to see us. Well eventually me and my dad got into this routine, he'd wake me up in the middle of the night, give me a piggy back ride out of my room and sneak me downstairs so I could hang out with him and watch my favorite shows. I was too innocent at the time to realize he was just trying to find ways to get closer to me.
Trigger warning for s*xual assault.
I'm almost 21 now, and those memories now are bitter sweet because I wish I knew the warning signs. He started to touch me in inappropriate areas when I was about 11. It took mee until I turned 18 to finally tell someone who could call the cops
He fled from the law, and passed away in a car crash a year or so back. But it just really made me realize that those fun little nights with my dad as a little girl started something way worse that honestly ruined my teenage life for good

[dizzysdoings]

Growing up, my dad used to take us fishing all the time. But, he never fished himself.
Our first fishing poles were bamboo rake handles with some type of black line tied to it. Bobbers were corks with a nail in them.
Not sure how old I was when he bought all 4 of us fishing poles.
When I was 12, he was able to buy a small boat. Since we lived in South Jersey, we'd go out in the ocean or the bay. That's when he finally started to fish.
Several years ago, I finally realized that the reason he didn't fish before was because he couldn't afford a license. But, he wanted us to have the experience. Thanks, Dad.

[angelagallant]

In kindergarten we made hand prints in paint to give our moms on Mothers Day. The teacher told us it was a surprise and not to tell our moms about it. The night before we made the prints I was crying because I was worried the paint wouldn’t come off my hand. (I was five! 😂) Anyway Mom asked why I was crying and I told her I couldn’t tell her because it was a secret.
Can only imagine the worry she had when her five year old was crying and didn’t want to go to school because of something “secret” that was happening.

[humptydumpsty]

Does it mean the mother already has a record in CPS?

[marciamonte]

The most common lie:

"I'm okay."

[REJECTIONMACHINE]

First thing I thought was maybe the mom was overly anxious about her daughter's wellbeing... This is insane

[biotic]

The thing the daughter thought was really sweet tho. Like a hard shift and you have a recording of your lovely child saying she’s ok

[LittlePastaPeeps]

Taking care of my dad alongside his nursing staff. I was 7 when it started in a major capacity, i learned how to pass meds and check his machines, i even learned massage therapy from his two massage therapists so i could do them when my dad hurt but they couldnt come out.
I lost him 21 years ago in january. I have never forgotten the skills, or my love for my dad that spurred me to pursue the medical field. I did 3 and a half years with the developmentally disabled until my body gave out on me.