PEOPLE REVEAL THE CRAZIEST RULES THEIR STRICT PARENTS SET THEM

[ReedeFox]

There's no doubt that being a parent is hard word but it's also one of the most rewarding and incredible things you'll ever do. My kid is just turning 5 and although I get a lot of backchat, we aren't quite at the stage when I'm getting full blown teenage strops, but when I do, I'll deal with it it in a normal way and not have a bunch of crazy rules that are impossible for my kids to follow.
This AskReddit thread I recently came across asked the Reddit communtity what the craziest rule was their strict parents set them, and some of their answers were just fucking nuts. Thank fuck my parents were normal!

The word "disgusting" was banned and could have been considered just as bad as saying "fuck".

We werent allowed to close doors unless we were in the bathroom.
We werent allowed to watch cartoon network because it was "garbage". they actually put a parental lock on cartoon network.
The worst punishment was one time they decided that we were such bad kids (my sister was like 14, i was 12ish) that they took everything we owned and bagged it up into garbage bags and made us carry them out to a burn pile and they burnt everything we owned. All of my childhood memorabilia, pictures, clothes, diaries, everything. Burnt it all. Fucked up! When it was done burning the next day my sister and I looked through the ashes and all that was left were 2 silver rings of hers that we cleaned off and kept. Crazy shit.

I once got beaten and locked in the basement because my hands were literally not large enough to play a certain piano piece (I couldn't play an octave separation yet). Before you ask, yes I am asian.

When I was in first grade, I had a writing homework assignment. My dad used to be weird about me erasing, because he wanted me to do it right the first time. I ended up erasing a lot on this homework and my dad took the paper from me, ripped it in half and told me to start over. Turns out it was the last sheet of paper in the entire house, and I don't remember why but for some reason we couldn't go and buy more paper that night. So ironically, I ended having to completely erase an old homework assignment in order to have a sheet of paper to start over on... I'm 22 now and still give him crap about this.

No talking at the dinner table other than the occasional "Do you want some (more) of ___ or please pass the ___"

We could not talk about anything at all. No small/idle chat was allowed. First time you did it, you got yelled at. Second time was a whooping and then sent to your room, until the next day, without the rest of your meal.
I make it a point now with my kids, to chat up a storm each and every meal.

Some parents are really weird. My husband wasn't allowed to say "frigging" or "gosh" or "fudge" or "goodness" or "sugar" or even "oh fiddlesticks!" because it meant he was thinking a swear word and it's "the thought that counts."

No TV. Not as a punishment. Just no TV, ever. Because apparently it lets the devil in. The second I moved out, they started watching TV all the time.

One day I was at a friend's place with my parents, and discovered that if we opened his bedroom window ALL the way, we could squeeze out of it and climb onto his roof. His bedroom was on the second floor of their house and they lived on top of a hill, so if we had fallen, we would have fallen probably 7-8 metres, then tumbled another 20-30 metres to the bottom of the hill.

Anyway, both sets of parents walk outside at one point and hear us talking, from the roof. They flip their lids and call us back inside. We scramble back into his bedroom and are sitting there terrified when our parents storm in.
We get called down into the kitchen and are told to sit down at the kitchen table and await our punishment. My friend's dad opens up the pantry and starts pulling things out - things to make a sandwich.
Then it hits us like a ton of bricks. Our punishment is to eat a sandwich made of the most ill-complimenting, grotesque food combinations that he had at his disposal.
The final product ended up being an unholy blend of Vegemite, oysters, anchovies, cheese, creamed corn, raw beef mince and hot english mustard.
I actually don't really recall what it tasted like, other than being awful. Looking back on it as an adult, I reckon it was just as much for their entertainment than our punishment, but damn if it wasn't creative.

Wow. Some people really shouldn't be parents.