My dad was once accused of pepper spraying another neighbor’s dog while he was out at dinner. The kid (maybe around 19-20) rode a dirtbike through the yard and was SCREAMING at my dad (after he got home from said dinner) saying “YOU PEPPER SPRAYED MY DOG AND NOW ITS DYING, WHATS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?” My dad, who is a pretty built/big guy, told him to get the f out of his yard (he is very proud of having the best yard in the neighborhood, so having a dirtbike ridden through it kinda pissed him off) or there’d be consequences. The guy eventually rides off to his house. Turns out they’re terrible people and they don’t supervise their dog (which is a pitbull mix) and it got out and wandered over to our next door neighbor’s while they’re having a cookout outside with little kids and so when a big, mean looking dog comes into THEIR yard approaching younger kids, they pepper sprayed it and it ran back home. The neighbors that pepper sprayed it are super nice and that’s about it. The terrible neighbors still live in the neighborhood but I hope they move out or get some karma. There’s more bad stories about them but this is one that fits the prompt for this video
Also of note: all the cases where a person in power have no repercussions aside from that they couldn't prove what they accused you of... just... grrrr...
Accused of lying to my family that I was sick, I know this isn’t criminal or anything, but I’ve never been more heartbroken. I’d been feeling pain for about a year in my left arm. No doctor could determine the reason. My family dismissed me, and just said suck it up, and go to work. I was a 911 dispatcher. Finally, a full MRI spine series determined that my cervical spine was shifting to the right. I needed surgery urgently to avoid paralysis. My mom, and brother still didn’t grasp the seriousness. I lost my job, forced to resign under duress, and they still blame me. I have other incidents where I was accused of stealing when I didn’t, and so forth. However, accusing me of lying about my own health was absolutely the most heartbreaking 💔
I was accused of graping someone. I didn’t do it. The prosecutor was later fired for withholding evidence because she withheld a video interview with the alleged victim who admitted I didn’t do it. Sadly it was actually her dad who was doing it to her. I spent two years in jail before my attorney found out about the interview where she admitted I was innocent. I lost most of my friends over it and I’m okay with that. It just showed who was a fake friend. Now I’m free and working on getting custody of my son back.
Same, although it didn’t get to the point of me going to jail. It was for character assassination only by my ex. I lost a lot of supposed friends over it though.
Principal of my middle school accused me of SMEARING SHIT ON THE WALLS OF A BATHROOM STALL. Dude even stepped out and said to the secretary "i got the kid who smeared shit in the bathroom in my office rn". I said "lets watch the security footage and see who else was in and out around the time they think it happened". I see one other kid come out. I say bring him in and ask him too cause i WAS in that bathroom but there definitely wasnt no shit on the damn wall and I was just on my phone in there. The SECOND dude walked in, HE SMELLED LIKE SHIT AND YOU COULD SEE IT UNDER HIS FINGERNAILS. I didnt even get an apology.
This didn't happen to me but someone else who actully did it got in soooooo much trouble and smearing ahit on the wall is gross I was the one to report it seeing someone else's ahit made me puke on the spot and then go find a teacher
I got falsely accused of being sexist by some guy in my science class in highschool because I avoided a certain group of girls in our class. That "certain group" was the mean girl cliché that bullied me every time they got an opportunity, which eventually escalated to acts of violence from them. Imagine my mood when I am having to be pulled out of class into the SPO's office to explain that I, raised by my mother (somewhat) and my sister (primarily) who hated just about every male role model I had for being awful people, was in fact not sexist against women, and in fact had a note on my IEP to prioritize giving me female teachers as I responded better to them due to the trauma I had from my father never even attempting to love me. Some people, man.
God, i hate when people take "I dislike this one specific woman" to mean "i hate them BECAUSE they are women". It's just a thought terminating argument. Wish you well
accused of indecence exposure. what happen was that my landlord put new "frosted" glasses into my bathroom with the frosted side to me. I thought "cool, frosted on both sides". NOPE. the glasses was installed INCORRECTLY. you could see INTO my bathroom but not OUT. since this windows go from the ceiling to the ground and my toilet was in one corner of this, you could see me peeing WITHOUT me knowing this. a family with kids strolled down the street when i was peeing and shaking him for the last drop. The Karen interpreted this as me rubbing one out looking at her children. cops where called, much yelling from the karen and the cops and i got booked. 4 month later and my lawyer begged my to confess but i said no, i didnt do anything. this windows are frosted NOBODY could see me and my lawyer said, good, if you are so determined that this is the truth, we look into it. he took photos from outside my bathroom and from the inside of the bathroom (something the cops didnt do), got statements fom the window company and a week later ALL was fine and dandy, no charges but also no "sorry". ALL of that could be avoided if this "cops" went into my bathroom AND LOOKED THROUGH MY WINDOWS. cops are lazy ah.
Took acid with my best friend, no tripsitter around, and he started having a real bad time. After I stopped him from getting in his car and driving away at 2 AM, he started thinking I was the cause of his bad time and then thinking that I had poisoned him. Eventually he ended up puking red Gatorade outside a convenience store and pleading strangers to call an ambulance, while wanting me nowhere near him, so I bailed. The next day he had blocked me on all socials and his story had shifted to me trying to kill him with ceremonial magic, presumably since the doctors at the hospital told him he hadn’t ingested any sort of poison except the LSD. It’s been five years now and he still hasn’t spoken to me, and our entire friend group basically sided with him (while expressing to me that they didn’t really believe his version of events) because I lived a county over and his apartment was our main hang space. Had to rebuild my whole social life almost from square one.
I got accused by everyone at school of being happy someone in our year died. I was pretty autistic, the school pariah already, and my only real experience with the guy had been him walking up to me as i was lying on the school field, and kicking me in the stomach. I never knew why. Plus it wasn't the grand revelation about the reality of death for me it was for everyone else, since i'd already gone through the same thing with my mum when i was 10. So i was simply nonplussed about it, and figured the best thing i could do was just give everyone space to work through it their own way, and i'd just do my own thing, listening to some new music and vibing. Someone caught me smiling about a song i liked, and by the end of the day, everyone at that school was convinced i was pleased he was dead. I was mad over that one for years, but not any more. Now i'm just sad that was my childhood. Getting routinely dismissed, beaten down, taken advantage of, and SA'd by everyone around me, and then villainised cos it made me into a misanthropic little shit, to the point all it took was one smile for everyone to decide i was celebrating somebody's death. My childhood really fucked me up, it's taken years to get to a point of actually liking myself and others. And if i could change one thing about it, i'd just go back in time, give my younger self a hug, and explain all the things he and others needed to understand for him to have a way easier time.
@@Kat_Drawz I appreciate that. Things are much better in my life now. I eventually got away from all of the people who treated me that way, and i've since built a social circle of people who love me and accept me. I've actually become one of those people that regularly gets told how much good i do, that people's lives are far better for having met me. It's created a positive feedback loop where the support and understanding i get from others has allowed me to become less anxious and defensive, which has made me a better person, which nets me more praise and affection. I still have work ahead of me, to try and continue becoming a more open, trusting person, but i'm getting there, and my life is infinitely better for it.
In elementary school, we had desks with cubbies (little storage areas) underneath the top. Sometimes I would fidget inside mine (play with stuff inside). When I did this, I had to turn my desk around, which was mildly embarrassing. Anyway, one day I was actually working on something and not screwing around. The teacher said "Paul, you're fidgeting in your desk, turn it around". I said "no I'm not! I'm working on the assignment!". She said "I don't believe you". I felt a rage I've never felt before - I had many problems but I was no liar. So instead of turning my desk around I pushed it over. I got a "referral", my first ever disciplinary action in school, and had to go to the principals office. This was 30 years ago and I remember it like it was yesterday.
Some kid smeared poop on our mirror in 6th grade another time in 6th grade someone set paper on fore in the restroom got my special educator swearing that woman even though I hated her has imaginary balls of steel and to make her say the f bomb was crazy
Some kid in my school dumped an entire bag of flaming hot cheetos in the toilet and everyone was just staring at the massive lump of red dust in our only toilet on that side of the school
I've told about it before, but I was once called into the office because I had supposedly threatened to shoot up my school on Instagram. Several problems with that. One, I didn't have ready access to any kinds of firearms. Two, I loved doing my school activities and had no motive. Three, I didn't even have a freaking instagram! After talking with the vice principal about it, they believed me and I was allowed to wait for my indoor drumline practice without incident. No clue who accused me or why, though.
I said some edgy shit on a phone call once a kid doing the proper thing told me he knew I was joking but was still gonna call the school to get ot dealt with wicth in hindsight made us closer
When I was in 3rd grade, I was pushed down at recess onto a pimple like thing on my leg because I asked some kid to stop hand balling in soccer. The pain was immeasurable. I cried, and as recess ended I was seen by my teacher and was sent to go get ice with the kid who pushed me at the principal’s office. We have a big container like thing for getting ice in the cafeteria, but we were sent to the principals office anyways. The assistant principal just assumed I had yelled at the kid, so we were “both in the wrong”. I had to write an essay on what I had done wrong and what I could do next time (this took like 15 minutes minimum and was about 1.5 pages long), and then she told me I had to REWRITE it because I had, “bad handwriting”. after I rewrote it she finally accepted it. Then I had to do busy work in the principals office for the rest of the day and finally got back to class like 10 minutes before dismissal. There was a big project that’s due date kept getting delayed because nobody would finish, but I was ready the first time and was so excited to present. They had presented the project without me and that kid. I was so sad the moment I realized. Time like personally stopped because I had to process what happened before I broke down into tears. This was the last week of school. We left the school that year. Never gonna recover from that goofy assistant principal.
My mother did the same thing to my younger sibling when he was just 10. To this day despite the fact that she was arrested for drugs, she still blames them for her lot in life.
I was accused of faking my mental health issues for attention... the day after I got out of hospital for attempted suicide, age 17. Had a panic attack in the middle of class (Because yeah, my cousin decided to accuse me of this by text in the middle of a school day) and would have attempted again if it hadn't been for my teacher talking me down. A few months later he accused me of lying about a sexual assault I experienced. I'm in the process of getting diagnosed with CPTSD and DID now, but to this day what he did fucked me up. I've had other repressed memories of SA come up since then, but that one specific incident he accused me of lying of? I still have trouble believing it happened. On my darkest nights I no longer reach out for help because of what happened last time. Because I still believe, deep down, that the problem lies with me. And it doesn't matter how much I tell myself I couldn't help what happened, how my cousin was the one in the wrong for saying what he did. Perhaps not the worst thing in the world to be accused of, but for a traumatised kid who'd finally managed to speak up about the shit they'd been through? Well. I'm 23 now, and things are worse. I'm waiting on diagnoses, but until then, I'm on my own. Just the same as it's always been.
Ràpe, in college. Girl that everyone knew I had the hots for (and was not talking to because she wasn't interested) barged into my room one night, too drunk to know where she was or even speak. Looked like she was gonna puke. Told her I'd let her puke in my trashcan except it's full so lets move to the bathroom. I guide her into a stall, then go looking for her brother since his room was nearby. Then I see her barge out of the bathroom and into another guy's room so I follow her and there's a few guys we know up late partying. I told them what happened, and that she's their problem now, and go back to my room. After a few minutes I get a knock on my door "What did you do to her? Then why were her pants undone?" I didn't even notice that. I think they believed me but it became a sick joke and kept calling me "deadhorse". I talked to her brother (who already didn't like me) and he said she doesn't even remember being in my room, and he's not sure what to believe. 20 years later I still have a wound from the accusations and jokes, but I was used to people making disgusting rumors about me. I feel much worse for her, and hope she hasn't been going all this time thinking she was possibly ràped.
I was accused of being a pdf, groomer and the like by one of my 'friends'. It started around 4 years ago when I was 14 because I like an anime character who is 12 and it has spiralled out of control since then to the point where no-one but me even knows what started it. It is still ongoing to this day. I've lost all my friends, my own sister lost some respect for me and my mental health has gone into the gutter. Nothing legal related has come of it as they don't exactly have any proof and I have nowhere near enough money to take anyone to court. I know I now basically have to live with this because at this point there is nothing I can do to clear my name.
i have a few of these around my disability? but the one occasion thats stuck with me most was playing a would you rather board game and they accused me of lying on every question because they never got my answer right. they just dont know me well, because they dont particularly care too. yet i was the one in the wrong for lying about my answers
About 3 years ago,one of my maternal cousin got married.Before marriage, i would jokes around with my would be brother-in-law in online as we live in different town.i jokingly asked him that how he's feeling about getting married.i didn't attend the marriage nor did i have time to talk to him later as i having competitive exam.Few months later my maternal uncle and aunt accuses me that i liked him romantically, also that i asked him to marry me manipulating my words.They said it in front of our relatives and families.My parents and me wasn't there.i heard it from my aunt, i was so angry and disgusted by it.i wanted to smash everything.till then i don't talk to them anymore.i seriously hate them I also pissed at my parents cuz they said i shouldn't make a big deal out of it.i also don't to talk them properly since then
A man I knew was accused by his daughter, a suspected narcissist and psychopath of molesting her, she confessed the truth to her therapist, the prosecutor asked to be excused from the case to speak on his behalf, the so called evidence exonerated him, she lied on the stand, judge disallowed the prosecutor and witness statements proving innocence and last year sentenced to 8yrs, out in 6 for good behaviour, based only on her word, she gone to accuse multiple men of same thing, one that she doesnt know that I know is a gay man, who unfortunately in the past week killed himself, leaving behind a daughter and husband, may karma bite her on the ass
9:41 story 20 actually says something I love to say often. When someone make an assumption or accusation of you without evidence, good chance they are describing themselves 😂
Two instances: 1. I was accused of stealing another students gold chain in 2nd grade,he took it off while in the bathroom for some reason and I was the next person to go in. I was searched and I didn't have it,no idea what happened to it. 2. My mom accused me of shaving my legs when I was in fifth grade,I was born blond and even though most of my hair had gone dark brown my leg hair was still blond/transparent.I wasn't in any rush to grow up and had never even thought about shaving before that incident.
My fiance was never outwardly accused, but we both know everyone was veeeery suspicious of him. When I was pregnant with our youngest, we lived in a weirdly (the owners redid the inside for more rooms) shaped house. From our room to the bathroom was a short hallway with a random door. That door was never closed, but stood open. That open door sat literally right outside our door. TWICE, months apart, I woke up to go pee in the middle of the noped but and ran head first into the side of that door. I actually don't remember anything after the first one except waking up the next morning. Both times I had REALLY BAD black eyes. (I already bruise so easily, I was pregnant, I'm so pale that every bruise looks awful and, well, gravity of course.) After the last time (maybe like a week?), I got pulled over for a light out and then pulled out to ask if I was ok. I'd forgotten about it by that point and was hugely pregnant and oh so confused. Still not sure anyone ever believed us!
I was also accused of saying racist things back when i was in the 7th grade. And recently being rude to a guest back in june and the supervisory chef Kurt, believed that damned lady after i tried to explain to her that i experience sensory overload as an adult with autism, but took it as "telling her kids to be quiet" i cried in the back so much, that i had to go home early because i was emotionally hurt.
I have a WHOPPER for you all. I just turned 18, still in high school. I was heavily bullied and the school did nothing. I got called in to the principal office with the principal and superintendent. They accused me of making violent threats with the graduation ceremony (I was 2 months away from graduating myself). I had no weapons, I was not violent, and it all came from some random girl saying she heard me talking about it in the hallway. I was handcuffed right in front of the office and taken to jail for a crime I didn't commit. The case was thrown out because of lack of evidence but now I'm terrified of police, most likely have PTSD, and was expelled 1 months away from graduating.
I was accused of shoplifting after I picked up a drink, looked at it, then set it down and walked outside the convenience store. I have an ostomy pouch that was very bloated under my shirt at the time, and it had *already* been clearly visible when I entered the store.
One of my teachers accused me of racism. She was Indian and I thought she was an idiot at teaching, she told my mum (who worked at the school) her opinion and said she would like to talk to both her and my dad about this at the upcoming parents evening. What she didn’t know was that I’m from a mixed family, my grandad is from Trinidad and my dad has dark skin as a result, I don’t have this because my mum is white. Also around that time my family had just come back from a holiday to Egypt and my dad was darker than usual. Whilst I wasn’t there because 1 - didn’t know about the accusation and 2 - I didn’t see the point in going, I heard from my mum that as soon as my dad walked in to meet her the look of shock on her face was something my mum had to resist the urge to take a picture of. I didn’t find this out for 2 years, after the teacher left the school suddenly but now I wish I had gone just to see her face as my dad walked in
Story 13 reminds me of thing Mary and Ann are playing with dolls. Ann leaves the room, and while she is gone Mary puts the dolls away in the toy box. When Ann comes back where will she look for her doll? She'll look where she left it, of course. Although some people's instinct is to say she would look in the box. Remember this when you relocate something or something is missing
I was once accused of SA’ing someone- I WAS SA’ED- I was so confused and so broken when everyone I ever cared for left me. I tried to off myself because of this. If you are not a victim do not say you are a victim. Period. You are not helping. You are hurting actual victims.
My mom is consistently accusing me of being the root of all evil in her life; my father leaving, my brother cutting her off, her mother dying, me being the cause of her ilnesses.... gotta love the mind of a drug addict with BPD in denial.
Wanting to unalive myself that night when I was in a bad mood, having dark thoughts, and wanting to sleep it off. When everyone poured into my room ahead of the paramedics was a surprise to me, as as the accusation that I had scissors in my hand & planned to use them that night. The only scissors were across the room from me, nowhere near my hands. Two witnesses were with me talking. All I wanted to do before they came in was curl up & take a nap, sleeping it off! Still so upset I had trouble using this channel's terminology.
My dad cheated so my mom divorced him. Guy got a job at my school just to make my life hell. Worse, I got assigned him as a teacher. One day it snowed, to the point the roads were unsafe. We had to take a bus to get to his class, as it was at a separate facility. But the bus didn't come that day, so me and my classmates went to the school library, explained the situation to the librarian, and she said we could hang out until next period or if the school let out early. I get a chain of texts from my dad asking where I am. I explain the situation and he goes on this tirade that I'm trying to avoid his class, he has video evidence that I walked away from the bus. (Guy was a pathological liar, he had no such thing) He said he would be talking to the principal and have me suspended. I decided to play his game and beat him at it. Talked to the principal before he got a chance to. Told him what went down. Piece of shit never brought it up again. Last I heard, he got his 3rd wife arrested by the chinese secret police by framing her as a spy.
@@GoblinMode3004long story, but the dude’s an irl supervillain. The courts forced him to pay child support so he moved to China to get out of it. Remarried to another woman who had a son. He then moved back to the states for whatever reason (I haven’t talked to him in years, I only know this because people I know ask me about him and I occasionally check his Facebook). He had gotten work at a British owned university in China and his new wife and son were arrested at the airport for “leaking Chinese business information to Britain”. My theory is he leaked it because they had nothing to do with the university. He was probably trying to get rid of them so he could seize her money and property. Not the first time he tried it. He got neither, and is now begging people for money to support himself. Complete loser.
Story 98: Fellow aromantics, for what is considered flirting vs what is actually being nice… the horrifying truth is that there is no difference! Any friendliness can be misconstrued as flirting by someone.
Yeah the amount of times I've been accused of flirting when I was just being nice/polite/helpful REALLY used to piss me off that I didn't want to be nice/polite/helpful to anyone. But the anxiety/people pleaser made that so hard coz I felt guilt any time I was mean or uncaring as nice/polite/helpful is one of my core behaviours.
Some people flirt by being nice, some people just like being that exact same kind of nice. It's a hard world for your average person trying to figure out any intent behind words, autistic people are living in hell at times from it
My mom accused me of stealing $440 from her. I was at my bff's for a week that time. She found the money later. Never apologized. Sums up my relationship with her. The less i see her, the happier i am. Also, i live with that bff permanently now 🤜🤛
Domestic terrorism. To summarize: was talking with some friends during lunch in 8th grade. Made a vague comment about hating another kid and, in an unrelated note, mentioned I might quote "pay a visit" to one of my friends who I had just learned lived nearby to me. Someone walking past the table ran to their friends and told them I threatened to shoot someone. Those friends ran to the principle and told them that I had said I was going to shoot up the school the next day. After being "suspended indefinitely" and banned from school grounds, a lengthy court case later, and all charges were dropped due to having absolutely ZERO evidence at all beyond the claims of five kids who refused to tesify.
i worked at a daycare for a year, and they fired me with an accusation that a parent claimed i told them "my day is worse when your child is here" (absolutely not true, i make minimal small talk when parents pick up, mainly saying stuff like "we had a good day!" or "we did bite a friend again today, but we are working on it"). i was so upset and confused that i just signed the write up and ran out of the building. i loved that classroom :( now i work at a different daycare for a couple months now!
I have a couple . Stealing from walgreens . accused of following a girl i don't know home in high school (turns out we lived 3 houses away from each other) . Stealing some kids phone (his friend was the one who stole it ) . being part of giant school fight between 2 gangs in high school (i was one of the kids watching the fight and some shit head teacher randomly picked me out and said I was in the fight) . Also in today's world looking at someone's general direction means you're staring at them (both men and women) Life is weird sometimes
My greatest fear is being blamed for something I didn’t do. Listening to these stories makes me realize why I have this fear. As a kid I was blamed for everything. One of my very first memories of being blamed I was probably five years old for cutting our cats whiskers. Apparently I was the only one capable of doing it. I was blamed so terribly for it I assumed I somehow DID do it but didn’t remember. I was told I wasn’t getting Christmas presents that year due to it. Long story short, Christmas came and went and apparently they were going to give me Christmas presents but clearly, I must have gotten into the hidden presents and already had them so I was yelled and punished for that as well. Utterly confused, I talked to my little baby brother and he admitted he cut the cats whiskers and showed me where he hid my Christmas presents. I immediately went and told my parents. Bro was just a baby so he didn’t get in any trouble and I wasn’t apologized to. May sound silly but it’s really alienating being accused and then not redeemed.
I got in trouble in elementary school for cussing out another kid in Spanish. I do not speak Spanish, have never spoken Spanish, and I wasn’t even talking to the other kid. I still have no idea what she was talking about.
Not me, but my mom. She was accused of possessing paraphernalia. Roughly 4 years ago when we still stayed in our old house (have since moved), me, who is mildly autistic, and my mom, who is a diabetic, were each in our rooms doing our own thing when loud knocks on our door graced our ears. The second my mom opens the door, a full armed squad greeted us and shouted for us to step outside. I had NEVER encountered something like this before so, me, 18 at the time, was crying something fierce. Fast forward a bit, and one of the officers that pulled up to our house found my former buddy's rolled up tobacco and automatically assumed it was the devil's lettuce, to put it lightly. Not even 4 days later, my mom gets an eviction notice because after finding that ONE ziploc bag that wasn't even half full, the cops decided to spin a screwed up tale to our elderly landlord that my mom not only had drugs in the house, but most likely had some on her person (she had on a nightgown with no pockets, and there were no female officers to search her, and nobody bothered to search ME, either.). For some unbelievable reason, my landlord not only believed their word over my mom's, even when she physically drove out to her house to tell her, but believed they could take HER house (mom was renting) away from her if we weren't given the boot. Turns out, a near literal wicked witch of the west that hated my mom's guts something fierce used the occupied address of one of our neighbors to make it seem legit that someone in our neighborhood had called the police on my dear mom (she was nowhere near that address). By the time it was all cleared up, it was too late. We were left homeless for a while, stuck in a crummy motel room with an absurd amount of money to dish out just to stay for another week, barely had anything to eat, and no real privacy. We have since moved to my old grandparents home after my grandma passed roughly 4 months after my grandpa, but even then, since that day, I refuse to trust the police to keep us safe. (Note: Me and my mom were the ONLY black family in the neighborhood, so not only were we falsely given unneeded heck behind a fabricated lie, but racist cops made it even worse by twisting the tale to get us kicked out. And to add insult to injury, the new family in the house now? They pretty much messed it up.)
You never had a sentient dog I take it. Some dogs are just little people inside, kinda like how most cockatoo's mature in to the equivalent of human toddlers. Not super rare, but I've only met 3 in my life so far, so not too common either.
1:17:08 A dude that I don't like is named Derek, and I thoroughly enjoyed hearing his name be said with so much vitriol. He once accused me of being racist, but that's only the tip of the iceberg as to why I don't like him.
Racism doesn't exist, I never believe these accusations anymore after being accused myself of calling this guy the n word because he liked my gf at the time.
Got accused of stealing food that I'm allergic to and would've made me sick. That or when we were swimming at a pool and I got accused of ignoring my aunt telling me it was time to go, when I had my head underwater snorkeling.
I once got suspended for hitting a girl I didn't hit. She slapped me over something I said, and a teacher saw it, so she said I'd hit her first. She got six of her friends to say I'd hit her first, so it was my word against seven. I ended up with a 3-day suspension for getting slapped.
Usually I don't talk about this to anybody but my therapist (more for people's sake then my own). In School, at some point I got accused (mind you, with no proof, victim or any hint of evidence) of being a r_p_st. I don't know who started this rumor, or why, but almost over night I became a total outcast at age fifteen.This was in the 1990s, so it's a a way back, but the damage never heals, that's why I'm still having to deal with it today. Also keep in mind, my "peers" were fifteen as well. Nothing I could say, nothing Adults could say, not even anything the police could say about there never being a crime - to my class mates I was guilty beyond any shadow of a doubt. Also it was a comparable small school, so I could not even escape into anonymity. I spend the remaining couple of years in this state of involuntary hermitage, as due to other circumstances could not change schools anymore, growing more and more introvert and coming to believe that it was somehow my mistake, that I must have done something to start all this, so I started to develop phobias and social anxieties. I'm better now, but the scars are so deep that today, at 42, I'm practically completely unable to work and propperly care for myself, despite not being phyisically handicapped. I'm telling this as a mere warning - don't think kids could "be above" all of this and grow out of It. Emotionally, I haven't grown in the last 30 years, and there are dark times when I still wish I took drastic measures back then. I got help now, but the price not only for me but the whole of society is that I'm 42, unable to work, living on permanent benefits and having three medical professionals and two catetakes managing my life whilst I try to put back my ego back together again. That's my story, believe it or not, I don't care, but please take it's message home and keep it in mind - just in case you hear something similar - because I don't want anyone else to suffer my fate EVER. The child you could safe from trauma and decades long social isolation might be your own.
I met my best friend in my first year of college. We’d known each other for about a month or more, and I often slept over at their house even on weekdays, so we’d ride to college together in the morning (bestie had a license, I didn’t). One morning, I went to the restroom to change my clothes (from pajamas to school wear), but I somehow forgot to grab my school outfit pants. Since bestie’s room was right next to the bathroom (literally only a few steps apart), I decided to just run into the room in just my shirt and underwear. This wouldn’t have been a problem, since it was a mostly female household, but bestie had a stepdad. However, I thought it would be fine because again, the room was right there and I ran. But the timing was terrible, because as soon as I stepped out, I heard bestie’s parent’s room open. I didn’t find out whether it was the mom or stepdad who came out the room until later. Bestie told me a day or so after the failed bathroom sprint that their mom was looking at me some type of way. She apparently was the one who saw me sprinting that day and now was questioning if I was “the home wrecking type”, as though I was actively trying to seduce her fiancé. I felt hurt by this, as I thought I’d built up enough of a relationship with her mom for her to see the kind of person I was. I didn’t even have a boyfriend and was a whole virgin even. But I was also confused, because it wasn’t like I just casually walked out the bathroom swaying my hips trying to be seen. I practically leaped into my bestie’s room. We eventually got past the awkward accusation, but I didn’t go to bestie’s house for a few weeks after hearing what their mom said. Now though, I realize I should have just put my pajama pants back on. Even though I wasn’t intending to be disrespectful, it could have come across that way. Though, that didn’t seem to be bestie’s mom’s concern.
- I woke up one morning and went outside into the sunshine. My dad said something that I didn't hear very well, and I don't remember what it was but he might have been asking me to do some work that i genuinely didn't mind doing. Standing outside for the first time that summer day, the sunshine and breeze on my face felt amazing and I closed my eyes and stretched my neck and quietly moaned over how good it all felt. Suddenly my dad started yelling angrily at me about my attitude. He told me that he KNEW I was rolling my eyes in annoyance at his request. I tried to explain that the sun felt good and I was just stretching my neck but he insisted that he knew what he saw and didn't believe me for a second. It was maddening. He had been looking at the BACK of my head. Nothing i said would convince him that i hadn't rolled my eyes, and after so much back and forth i started to become very upset at the personal attacks coming from him. It became this huge fight and we didn't talk to each other for a few weeks, all because I took a moment to gratefully embrace a beautiful day. - I was 13 years old, working on a lengthy homework assignment one night, and making great progress. I was a smart but lazy student, so I felt extra proud of myself for tackling an assignment that I had really been dreading. My bedroom was on the top floor of my building, with my window facing the street. There was a rain storm going on outside and I stayed close to the window as I worked, enjoying the refreshing, stormy breeze. Suddenly the breeze picked up hard and sucked several pages of my assignment out the window. I freaked out, sprinted down two flights of stairs, and ran up and down my block in the heavy rain desperately hoping to find my homework, but knowing in my heart that all my work had likely been destroyed the minute it was exposed to the rain storm. The next day I tried to explain to my teacher what happened but of course she didn't believe me. I failed the assignment and it contributed to me having to go to summer school that year. -i worked in a restaurant but for an online delivery company, so I technically wasn't a member of the restaurant staff, and was a bit of an odd man out. Not a stranger, but not considered "part of the team". A girl was hired at the restaurant as a server shortly after I started working there. She seemed friendly and at a glance was kind of cute, but it took me all of a minute to confirm that, while she wasn't ugly, I didn't find her attractive and was not at all interested in her in any romantic or physical way. Fast forward about four months, I was standing at the delivery station where I always stand, and she walks up to the computer a few feet in front of me and starts placing a guest's order. Her head is down, and my mind barely registers her presence. As I'm staring at the TV feed i see the first trailer for the upcoming season of Game of Thrones (season 4, for anyone who cares). As a huge fan at the time I got really excited for the new season and a happy, almost mischievous smile crept onto my face as I exclaimed, "Awwwww YEEEE-AH!!" The girl stops what she's doing, looks at me in horror and says, "....What?" I gestured at the TV (which was now playing something else) and said something along the lines of "oh, uh the new season of Game of Thrones is coming out soon. I'm a big fan." And she said, "ok..." and walked away. About half an hour later I'm seated across from the manger and general manager trying to explain to them how my comment had NOTHING to do with the girl that had been standing in front of me. That I would have reacted the exact same way to that trailer if I had been by myself. Unfortunately, not being an actual member of the restaurant staff, they were under no obligation to consider my side of the story and I was asked not to come back to the restaurant. Thankfully the delivery company I worked for was willing to listen to my side of the story and I continued to work for them until the company got bought out, but it was still humiliating. Not to mention i lost contact with the few friends i made while working there. This girl did absolutely nothing for me but somehow was utterly convinced that I was willing to risk it all to make a pass at her. I wanted to find her and tell her not to flatter herself so much, but ultimately it was one of the loneliest work experiences I'd ever had and i was happy to get out of there.
this awakens a memory i had of being accused of pushing my younger brother down a set of stairs. he and i had been standing at the top of a set of carpeted stairs at my grandparents' house. i was standing behind him and he fell down the stairs and broke his wrist. because i was behind him, everyone thought i had pushed him down and no one believed me when i pleaded innocent.
I got framed after a kid drew swastikas on the wall and tpd it took the blame so he wouldn't pummel me and did something tp make me gulity so I'm not completely innocent but it was for my own good havent seen that kid at all this year (I'm in 8th grade we were in 6th when it happened)
I once got accused of attempted murder, turned out to be three so called friends of mine had attacked a guy in our home town robbed his wallet and ordered something off his card in my name. I remember telling the police that if I go down for that I would come out and end up back in for something I did do
In gr 3 the new girl who i befriended stole something of extreme sentimental value from my favourite teacher, and when questioned she threw my name out. One evening my mom comes home tells me to get in the car, does not say another word, next thing I know I'm at my school the VP, my teacher, a police car and my supposed friend were all there. 2hrs later of her continuing lying and me crying and snotting myself, terrified that my favourite teacher who I sometimes accidentally called "mommy" in class would hate me. Fortunately they knew me well enough, they just needed her to admit it. It was a traumatic experience for my 8 yo self. I still remember everything from that night.
in kindergarten, we strangely had a bathroom in my classroom. the door was on a spring loaded hinge, so it always stayed closed. one day i got curious and wanted to see what the metal thing at the bottom of the door was (hindsight it was an air vent) but when i bent down to check, my teacher flipped out. turns out there was a girl in the bathroom, and she insisted i was trying to peek on her thru the vent (the vent wasnt even see thru. from the inside if you look down at it all you see is black). she sent me to the principal with a very serious accusation, so out of frustration, while i was being escorted there (by the girl who she claimed i peeped on), i took off when she wasnt looking and ran away. they spent hours searching for me while i simply sat behind a bush and took a nap. when everything was said and done, they were just so glad they didnt lose a kid, and i never heard anything more about the accusation. thats when i learned that one catastrophe can completely negate another PS: after hearing these and reading comments, i can see something blatantly wrong with society. ppl are too comfortable with making what should be considered serious accusations, with no consequence. an accusation should be taken seriously at all times, but when misplaced, the accuser should have to suffer some consequences to deter this behavior.
I once got the cops called on me for supposedly shoplifting in a consignment store. Supposedly the person (store employee) who called had seen me put something in my bag (I live in a state where "concealment is theft" meaning you don't have to leave the store with an item to be considered to have stolen it, just hiding it on your person counts) but I had not done anything of the sort. Still had to get searched and the cops told me I was being detained... thankfully I was there with my family (albeit not sticking very close to them as I had been bored and wandering around the store) and they explained to the cops that 1. I'm autistic so my acting normal might look like acting suspicious, and 2. I don't steal. Eventually, after they finished searching my bags and realized I hadn't stolen anything, the cops gave me a sticker and left. (I was in my late teens at the time so the sticker just felt patronizing. Like wow thanks this 'Junior P.D.' sticker totally makes up for the trauma and is definitely something I want to have after this experience.) I'm in my 20s now and I still get anxious in stores unless I'm there with someone and sticking close to them and avoiding doing anything that could possibly look suspicious. It makes doing my grocery shopping a whole lot more stressful than it ought to be. Imho calling the cops should never be the first go-to in situations like that. Or maybe ever, considering the issues with police violence in this country. But especially when nothing violent or harmful has happened and there's a parent right there who you could talk to about their kid.
Theft of company property. They accused me of it and told me everyone thought i took it. Could not prove it but was fired anyway. The "stolen" machine part later turned up in a garbage can nowhere near my work station. 15 years later it still makes me angry when i think about it.
In 3rd grade, I was accused of stabbing a classmate with a pencil during class. The teacher didn't see me do it -- the kid sat so far away from me that I would have had to get up mid-lecture to do it; but the principal was _convinced_ I did it because the "victim" came to her crying about it during lunch. I had (well, _still_ have) memory issues, thus couldn't mount a sufficient defense to prove my innocence, so I got punished for it -- and for "lying" about not doing it! Turns out that the little sh!t had a crush on me and was mad about it, so he decided to use my memory issues against me and lied to the principal.
Someone I work for got accused of being a pdf file. It’s completely ruining his life, because people don’t believe him, even if the allegations have been debunked, and have dedicated their lives to ruining his
Was accused of physically attacking another kid at a school party. First of all, there were chaperones and adults everywhere, you would think they would have noticed something. Second, there's no way anyone could "hide" in a very open room of only 50 people. Third, there were at least 2 other kids who literally witnessed the complete lack of any physical contact. Dude, it was a HALLOWEEN party with costumes, I was acting in the spirit by chasing/messing around with some random kids, they were laughing and smiling the WHOLE TIME, and I never got within arms reach of them as I literally was just in it for the thrill without any real action. The "party" literally consisted of pictures, dessert table, and stupid music. That's not a party, its a pta meeting with sound track, so forgive me for getting bored and enjoying playing in my costume like the 13 year old I was. A week after the party, I'm called into the vice principals office in my gym clothes, they didn't even inform my parents before, during, or after they sentenced me to isolation punishment. The only reason they "reconsidered" the accusation is because I had great grades and I had zero history of trouble, practically everyone liked me and said good things about me. But apparently that still wasn't good enough to ask me for my side of the story. The kid who accused me was someone I've never seen before or after that party. One of the other kids I "scared" was someone I actually knew and sat next to in class, and only after I finished my isolation punishment did she say she was sorry it happened. We were kids, but I can't help but despise a system that ignores all witnesses before casting judgment, and her saying she's sorry without ever speaking up about it just leaves a shitty taste in my mouth. The isolation punishment essentially treated kids like they were in actual prison, your bathroom trips were limited to 2 times a day and were completely supervised and that was the only time you were allowed out of the room, you couldn't have water or food unless it was lunch time, you ate lunch where you sat all day so there was no cafeteria option, there was no talking, you had to go through this work packet which basically was a guilt trip to force you to confess to your actions over and over and over and over again, and when you finished the packet you either did homework or nothing, teachers sent their class lessons to you so you still did "school" anyway, you sat in a cubby enclosed desk facing the wall, you had to sit 6ft away from everyone, your personal items were open for confiscation, you had to show up at least an hour early to school and a 1 minute tardy was unacceptable for ANY reason and was highly punished, and you had to stay at least an hour later after school too. I was there for maybe a week. I was treated like I brought a gun to school and was a dangerous criminal and was emotionally ridiculed and bla bla bla, all because I went to a crappy school Halloween party and got too bored to stand around for a few hours in a costume with nothing to do. I immediately pursued doing homeschool, best decision I ever made. Only thing school taught me was that people/society/the system doesn't give a shit about the truth or what's right or anything, only the people with the most power and influence have a "right" to be treated like a human being, and getting involved with anyone who has power or influence is just asking them to use and abuse your very existence. After this experience, I learned to stay in the shadows until the last possible moment and never get involved with anyone in any way until I KNOW what kind of person they are. I can at least trust a homicidal maniac won't be so eager to cry bloody murder - but I can't trust any "good natured" person won't throw me under the buss if they think they can get away with it - at least I KNOW where I stand with a murderer. P.S. My mom gaslight's and is emotionally manipulative as well, so you can only imagine how fucking bad my trust issues are. it's no wonder I love my hermit life, no one's trying to destroy my life for no fucking reason every 5 seconds.
I was accused of talking my friend into suicide. She called me in school to tell me what she did. I told her I was headed to her and left school. She ended up in the hospital in a coma for a few days. The friends she was with when she did it accused me because I was the last one she talked to. I literally walked outta school and drove to find her yet I was hit with such a ridiculous accusation. It weighed on me for years after but ik it wasn’t my fault. She already did it when she called me, it was basically a last goodbye call.
CONSTANTLY being accused of sleeping with a girl half my age (over 18) roommate. One day i had my DAILY ass chewing on speaker getting ready for work I had said nothing to the "room mate" about this . This time it was real bad she overheard it and couldn't believe she was called al those horrible things . She had no attraction to me i didnt think about her like that but she came right back naked i turned off the phone missed work and went ahead and did what we were accused including some very fancy adult film style finishes the ex graphically accused us of doing for months and kept on every single day i was accused of it. i didn't even feel bad as i was already "pre punished" . She had spoke into existence what she didnt want. Still 100% don't feel bad. Come to find out (my ex told me years later) my now ex had been cheating on me for years prior to that. I sound like the "bad guy" but we did this a few months and she moved out meanwhile my was cheating on me way before that and for at least the 7ish years that i know of.
To 109 I am really sorry I hope you get better you were treated terrible as a kid you deserve better same with every other story that has to do with all of those things I am so sorry for all of you I hope you all get better
Setting the kitchen on fire at a good friend's place. Happened in my 20's My friend's roommate was cooking I told him hey that looks ready. He told me to mind my own business, he got it. Fine i went upstairs. Laid down. Smoke everywhere. My friend and I freak the f out and tear every door and window open. We were scrambling around and screaming for the fire enstingier, put it out, turned off the stove. The alarms were not working for some odd reason. The guy who was cooking told my friend that I had turned up the stove and never told him his food was ready. I was so shocked, started crying and said "I DID TELL YOU why would i do to you, burn you, my best friend alive and damage the house?" Of course my friend took his side and I had to go to court on arson charges. I got damned lucky the judge believed me. I had bad luck with people. Found out later the guy is a narcissist and a sociopath. I was facing about 10-15 years in jail. I was terrified.
Being an informant, i was hanging out with a friend of mine, S, and we were meeting up with a friend of his, D, who i was just meeting for the first time. The three of us head back to S’ place to smoke up till we were pulled over by an unmarked police car that was apparently tailing us for blocks and a police van pulls up shortly after. We get searched and D gets arrested for possession with intent to sell, since he had about an ounce of bud on him with a weighing scale and baggies, S and D have been friends for years so D using the power of deduction points the finger at me since to him i was a new face he’s never seen or met before, and he found it reeeaaally suss that within about a half an hour of meeting me, he randomly gets searched and bagged, to this day 10 years later if S brings my name up to D, it’s usually met with “fuck him he’s a fucking narc, don’t bring him around me ever” even though i literally had nothing to do with us getting pulled over, and still have no idea why we got randomly targeted since we weren’t doing anything suspicious aside from walking and talking in a group. Also a side note, I’m from an area where drugs are a big thing so it’s surprisingly common around here for at least one person in your friend circle to be working with cops in secret to get a reduced drug charge or someshit .
My mom accused me of stealing her gun and shooting it off at some point. She threatened me afterwards and took my money to get it cleaned. I've never shot a gun in my life, even to this day.
accused of punching someone in the face at recess in 2nd grade, I was playing on the swings and all the teachers came up to me and told me to keep my hands to myself, someone else punched someone and framed me of punching them to get me expelled, I just got at that school at the time and already had enemies.
In school a guy punched me randomly in the face. I pushed him back, teacher saw me and thought it was more aggressive looking so punished me. I told them what happened they said they didn’t believe that what happened since he’d need something to set him off. I asked if I as being punished for pushing someone randomly without cause, they said yes…not sure if they saw the irony in that
This is very mild compared to most… I will never forget being about 11 or 12 years old… My dad and I had gone to an auction we regularly attend because my late uncle was the auctioneer, and my parents used to flea market. I wasn’t interested in the auction and played outside. The parking lot was gravel and there was a ditch with standing water. I was throwing rocks into the water. Far away from cars. About six guys called me over and accused me of throwing rocks at cars. Why would I do that? They even threatened to call the police. I just went and sat next to my dad the rest of the evening, having no way of proving my innocence but knowing I was. Nothing really happened to me after that but I rarely went back to that auction, my choice.
One time when my mom was a kid she asked my grandma if she could play a video game at a friends house, she said yes. My grandma randomly had the idea that my mom was doing drugs and went to my mom's friends house to pick her up, my mom was playing video games just like she said and still got grounded for it.
I got accused of spraying perfume on the bus. I didn’t even carry perfume with me. It was kept in my gym locker. Me and the bus driver got into so many arguments until one day I had it. I took my book bag at my bus stop and dumped it out right in front of her then walked to the middle of the bus and pointed out the girl who was actually spraying perfume. The bus driver STILL didn’t believe me. Sorry I smell good. I’m still pissed about that.
I was accused of R by my ex, he had told the girl he was cheating on me with so she would have sympathy for him, a lot of my friends fell out with me for this, when he cheated on the other girl with another girl and used a similar sob story people started to believe me. That girl made my life hell and I still hate being anywhere near her, she never believed me.
In high school, we had a sizable goth crowd. I would wear the dungeon master coat from Tripp, which HAD NO POCKETS, and i was almost dress coded for.... having too many pockets. I had six. All on my cargo pants. However, this was because they kept trying to accuse me of wanting to start a school shooting. I'd never even touched a gun at that point.
The worst thing I got accused of was me deciding to hit my half-siblings for absolutely no reason whenever I either 1. Got provoked verbally and had finally reached my breaking point 2. Had gotten attacked by them, physically and I was protecting myself 3. I hadn't reacted to the provocation and physical harm they were doing to me but they lied (and my mom is a dumb b**** who never believed me at all, so ye) The weirdest thing: I once got accused of just yeeting horror movies outside or something. I wasn't even home when this allegedly happened, fyi. But years later they still shit talk me for supposedly having yeeted movies outside or outside of my room. Idk. Their story is inconsistent (but again, my mom is a dumb b**** who never believed me, so ye)
Got accused a lot for being a terrible child in school by a lot of kids in my grade. Most teachers actually liked me, but the new head of the school had it out for me and believed all these kids- cause if a lot of kids say its true, it must be true. Note im the kid who makes high b-a’s, sleeps in class with permission of teachers, gets excited when an adult was friendly to me (bad parents, i was love starved), and often helped other students with their work if asked. The worst one was being accused of being racist, i wasn’t. I just really hated one specific kid who kept getting me lice cause they always had lice. Unfortunately large majority of the town was in fact racist so everyone just believed it except close friends…which sucks, but i moved, and made friends with a lot of lovely people in a great school that doesn’t want me to commit su-de.
I’m an honest autistic person so you can imagine what this did to my social skills Accused of spitting on a kid “on purpose” dispute me saying it was an accident and them knowing I’m not one to lie i still got detention while the lier got away Scot free (are detention was no noise no talking no looking at other kids they even yelled at me for looking out the window) it was the only time I got detention and I was 5 years old i stopped making friends and being social with everyone around me after that I sometimes feel like some (not all)of my autistic diagnosis was misdiagnosed because of this reason at the same time autism is still a new concept in mental/physical health it only just gotten a name in the 2000’s when I was born. So trying to diagnose autism is still very much a work in progress unfortunately if autism has founded sooner in like the 70-80’s I’m sure my life would be little more easier but I doubt it.
Stole my grandfather's pickup truck. My brother's attorney asked me why I took it and I stated that I couldn't have done it because at the time I couldn't drive a stick shift 😂😂😂
Around Christmas I was accused calling my aunt drunk by my cousin that came to visit and my aunt who have known me since I was a child have believed basically the stranger and called me the F slur (I’m in the community) and hasn’t apologized since. To this day she still believes it was me even though it was her daughter who said it.
Funnily enough the worst for me was cheating on a Latin test in school. Not even some important exam but just a graded test. The translation the guy sitting next to me had written was curiously similar to mine... So... For a brief moment it was that "one of you copied from the other"-accusation. I truthfully told the teacher that I hadn't even looked at his writing during the exam. He quickly confessed. Probably because he genuinely felt bad for having me dragged into the matter. I guess the teacher would have believed me anyway since I had zero history of cheating. In the end my translation wasn't the best anyway. Translating Latin poems just sucks as a lot of the sentence structures we had learned before went out to the window... Another time, in elementary school, I showed a friend the middle finger. At this time I didn't know it was an offensive gesture. Little 6yo me just had never seen it used as such before and we were just playing some game where we would hold up a finger and the other squinted to the point of almost closed eyes and guessed which finger we had lifted. I, without any ill intend and without any knowledge about the offensive nature of the gesture, put up my middle finger. My friend was upset, walked up to the teacher and told her that I had just shown the 'stinking finger' as this gesture is called in my native language. I obviously didn't deny showing that finger and explained that I didn't know that it was an insult to do so and that I just picked a random finger to show during our guessing game...
Women accusing men of assault when it didn’t happen is the worst. No proof is needed and it can ruin a man’s life even if he proves it didn’t happen. Men accusing women is almost laughed at most times. Sad.
I don’t remember exactly how old I was- I think between 8 and 11-, but one time I was on vacation with my family and going to a carnival/event thing going on in a nearby rural town. Safe place and all, but when we went to a rock shop stand, I was holding a rock and looking at it. Apparently, I had my hand that I was holding the rock in near my pocket, and when the stand owner saw, he yelled out something like- “Oh, kid, I see you trying to rob us! You ain’t slick, don’t you steal that!” Again, I wasn’t even 13 at the time. It was somewhat valid I guess, and my parents had to put all my pockets inside out to convince the person I didn’t steal even after giving the rock back. Might’ve been a bit of an overreaction from me, but I ended up having a panic attack (I think I thought I was going to jail or something at the time). Long story short, never went shopping at that business again.
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My dad was once accused of pepper spraying another neighbor’s dog while he was out at dinner. The kid (maybe around 19-20) rode a dirtbike through the yard and was SCREAMING at my dad (after he got home from said dinner) saying “YOU PEPPER SPRAYED MY DOG AND NOW ITS DYING, WHATS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?” My dad, who is a pretty built/big guy, told him to get the f out of his yard (he is very proud of having the best yard in the neighborhood, so having a dirtbike ridden through it kinda pissed him off) or there’d be consequences. The guy eventually rides off to his house. Turns out they’re terrible people and they don’t supervise their dog (which is a pitbull mix) and it got out and wandered over to our next door neighbor’s while they’re having a cookout outside with little kids and so when a big, mean looking dog comes into THEIR yard approaching younger kids, they pepper sprayed it and it ran back home. The neighbors that pepper sprayed it are super nice and that’s about it. The terrible neighbors still live in the neighborhood but I hope they move out or get some karma. There’s more bad stories about them but this is one that fits the prompt for this video
19-20 years old is no longer a child. He's an adult allowed to keep acting like a child.
Wow. You leave your dog unsupervised outside and it gets pepper sprayed… shocker
9⁰⁰ no
@@The_dark_commenter and not just any dog, but one strong enough to delete a grown adult, let alone a child. Yeah, these people are garbage.
You have to be a kid to think this lmfao at 21 you're still extremely under developed physically and emotionally don't be delusional
Don't you love how many of these are stories where parents use the "well, I'm the mom/dad and I don't have to apologize!" Card
Also of note: all the cases where a person in power have no repercussions aside from that they couldn't prove what they accused you of... just... grrrr...
Accused of lying to my family that I was sick, I know this isn’t criminal or anything, but I’ve never been more heartbroken. I’d been feeling pain for about a year in my left arm. No doctor could determine the reason. My family dismissed me, and just said suck it up, and go to work. I was a 911 dispatcher. Finally, a full MRI spine series determined that my cervical spine was shifting to the right. I needed surgery urgently to avoid paralysis. My mom, and brother still didn’t grasp the seriousness. I lost my job, forced to resign under duress, and they still blame me.
I have other incidents where I was accused of stealing when I didn’t, and so forth. However, accusing me of lying about my own health was absolutely the most heartbreaking 💔
go no contact, please.
Please tell me you are away from them
You literally needed a surgery to avoid paralysis and your mother and brother STILL didnt grasp the seriousness?? No contact it is.
I was accused of graping someone. I didn’t do it. The prosecutor was later fired for withholding evidence because she withheld a video interview with the alleged victim who admitted I didn’t do it. Sadly it was actually her dad who was doing it to her.
I spent two years in jail before my attorney found out about the interview where she admitted I was innocent.
I lost most of my friends over it and I’m okay with that. It just showed who was a fake friend.
Now I’m free and working on getting custody of my son back.
Same, although it didn’t get to the point of me going to jail. It was for character assassination only by my ex. I lost a lot of supposed friends over it though.
@@jaregg I’m glad you didn’t have to go to jail. It was miserable.
I'm so sorry that happened to you. The justice system can be fucked sometimes.
As someone who was accused of the same thing, I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I'm just glad that my trial ended in an innocent verdict.
@ I’m glad for you as well. It’s amazing how someone can ruin our lives over complete fabrications and face no consequences.
Principal of my middle school accused me of SMEARING SHIT ON THE WALLS OF A BATHROOM STALL. Dude even stepped out and said to the secretary "i got the kid who smeared shit in the bathroom in my office rn". I said "lets watch the security footage and see who else was in and out around the time they think it happened". I see one other kid come out. I say bring him in and ask him too cause i WAS in that bathroom but there definitely wasnt no shit on the damn wall and I was just on my phone in there. The SECOND dude walked in, HE SMELLED LIKE SHIT AND YOU COULD SEE IT UNDER HIS FINGERNAILS. I didnt even get an apology.
This didn't happen to me but someone else who actully did it got in soooooo much trouble and smearing ahit on the wall is gross I was the one to report it seeing someone else's ahit made me puke on the spot and then go find a teacher
RIP
That's awful omg.
I got falsely accused of being sexist by some guy in my science class in highschool because I avoided a certain group of girls in our class.
That "certain group" was the mean girl cliché that bullied me every time they got an opportunity, which eventually escalated to acts of violence from them.
Imagine my mood when I am having to be pulled out of class into the SPO's office to explain that I, raised by my mother (somewhat) and my sister (primarily) who hated just about every male role model I had for being awful people, was in fact not sexist against women, and in fact had a note on my IEP to prioritize giving me female teachers as I responded better to them due to the trauma I had from my father never even attempting to love me.
Some people, man.
God, i hate when people take "I dislike this one specific woman" to mean "i hate them BECAUSE they are women". It's just a thought terminating argument. Wish you well
accused of indecence exposure.
what happen was that my landlord put new "frosted" glasses into my bathroom with the frosted side to me. I thought "cool, frosted on both sides". NOPE.
the glasses was installed INCORRECTLY.
you could see INTO my bathroom but not OUT.
since this windows go from the ceiling to the ground and my toilet was in one corner of this, you could see me peeing WITHOUT me knowing this.
a family with kids strolled down the street when i was peeing and shaking him for the last drop. The Karen interpreted this as me rubbing one out looking at her children.
cops where called, much yelling from the karen and the cops and i got booked.
4 month later and my lawyer begged my to confess but i said no, i didnt do anything. this windows are frosted NOBODY could see me and my lawyer said, good, if you are so determined that this is the truth, we look into it.
he took photos from outside my bathroom and from the inside of the bathroom (something the cops didnt do), got statements fom the window company and a week later ALL was fine and dandy, no charges but also no "sorry".
ALL of that could be avoided if this "cops" went into my bathroom AND LOOKED THROUGH MY WINDOWS.
cops are lazy ah.
Took acid with my best friend, no tripsitter around, and he started having a real bad time. After I stopped him from getting in his car and driving away at 2 AM, he started thinking I was the cause of his bad time and then thinking that I had poisoned him. Eventually he ended up puking red Gatorade outside a convenience store and pleading strangers to call an ambulance, while wanting me nowhere near him, so I bailed. The next day he had blocked me on all socials and his story had shifted to me trying to kill him with ceremonial magic, presumably since the doctors at the hospital told him he hadn’t ingested any sort of poison except the LSD. It’s been five years now and he still hasn’t spoken to me, and our entire friend group basically sided with him (while expressing to me that they didn’t really believe his version of events) because I lived a county over and his apartment was our main hang space. Had to rebuild my whole social life almost from square one.
none of those people were your friends to begin with, but you probably realized that by now
I got accused by everyone at school of being happy someone in our year died. I was pretty autistic, the school pariah already, and my only real experience with the guy had been him walking up to me as i was lying on the school field, and kicking me in the stomach. I never knew why. Plus it wasn't the grand revelation about the reality of death for me it was for everyone else, since i'd already gone through the same thing with my mum when i was 10. So i was simply nonplussed about it, and figured the best thing i could do was just give everyone space to work through it their own way, and i'd just do my own thing, listening to some new music and vibing. Someone caught me smiling about a song i liked, and by the end of the day, everyone at that school was convinced i was pleased he was dead.
I was mad over that one for years, but not any more. Now i'm just sad that was my childhood. Getting routinely dismissed, beaten down, taken advantage of, and SA'd by everyone around me, and then villainised cos it made me into a misanthropic little shit, to the point all it took was one smile for everyone to decide i was celebrating somebody's death. My childhood really fucked me up, it's taken years to get to a point of actually liking myself and others. And if i could change one thing about it, i'd just go back in time, give my younger self a hug, and explain all the things he and others needed to understand for him to have a way easier time.
My sincere condolences. I hope you’re doing much better now.
@@Kat_Drawz I appreciate that. Things are much better in my life now. I eventually got away from all of the people who treated me that way, and i've since built a social circle of people who love me and accept me. I've actually become one of those people that regularly gets told how much good i do, that people's lives are far better for having met me.
It's created a positive feedback loop where the support and understanding i get from others has allowed me to become less anxious and defensive, which has made me a better person, which nets me more praise and affection. I still have work ahead of me, to try and continue becoming a more open, trusting person, but i'm getting there, and my life is infinitely better for it.
@@OuroborosSmither I’m happy you’re doing better.
In elementary school, we had desks with cubbies (little storage areas) underneath the top. Sometimes I would fidget inside mine (play with stuff inside). When I did this, I had to turn my desk around, which was mildly embarrassing. Anyway, one day I was actually working on something and not screwing around. The teacher said "Paul, you're fidgeting in your desk, turn it around". I said "no I'm not! I'm working on the assignment!". She said "I don't believe you". I felt a rage I've never felt before - I had many problems but I was no liar. So instead of turning my desk around I pushed it over. I got a "referral", my first ever disciplinary action in school, and had to go to the principals office. This was 30 years ago and I remember it like it was yesterday.
I feel your rage. Teachers like this…
i was once falsely accused of spraying whipped cream all over the bathroom of my middle school
Some kid smeared poop on our mirror in 6th grade another time in 6th grade someone set paper on fore in the restroom got my special educator swearing that woman even though I hated her has imaginary balls of steel and to make her say the f bomb was crazy
Some kid in my school dumped an entire bag of flaming hot cheetos in the toilet and everyone was just staring at the massive lump of red dust in our only toilet on that side of the school
I've told about it before, but I was once called into the office because I had supposedly threatened to shoot up my school on Instagram. Several problems with that. One, I didn't have ready access to any kinds of firearms. Two, I loved doing my school activities and had no motive. Three, I didn't even have a freaking instagram! After talking with the vice principal about it, they believed me and I was allowed to wait for my indoor drumline practice without incident. No clue who accused me or why, though.
I said some edgy shit on a phone call once a kid doing the proper thing told me he knew I was joking but was still gonna call the school to get ot dealt with wicth in hindsight made us closer
When I was in 3rd grade, I was pushed down at recess onto a pimple like thing on my leg because I asked some kid to stop hand balling in soccer. The pain was immeasurable. I cried, and as recess ended I was seen by my teacher and was sent to go get ice with the kid who pushed me at the principal’s office. We have a big container like thing for getting ice in the cafeteria, but we were sent to the principals office anyways. The assistant principal just assumed I had yelled at the kid, so we were “both in the wrong”. I had to write an essay on what I had done wrong and what I could do next time (this took like 15 minutes minimum and was about 1.5 pages long), and then she told me I had to REWRITE it because I had, “bad handwriting”. after I rewrote it she finally accepted it. Then I had to do busy work in the principals office for the rest of the day and finally got back to class like 10 minutes before dismissal. There was a big project that’s due date kept getting delayed because nobody would finish, but I was ready the first time and was so excited to present. They had presented the project without me and that kid. I was so sad the moment I realized. Time like personally stopped because I had to process what happened before I broke down into tears. This was the last week of school. We left the school that year. Never gonna recover from that goofy assistant principal.
That mother is crazy, the child is 9!!
There are nine year old drug addicts all over the planet, unfortunately
A lot of times kids are unknowingly being raised by parents with undiagnosed mental illnesses
My mother did the same thing to my younger sibling when he was just 10. To this day despite the fact that she was arrested for drugs, she still blames them for her lot in life.
EXACTLY
I feel so bad for everyone who was falsely accused...
I was accused of faking my mental health issues for attention... the day after I got out of hospital for attempted suicide, age 17. Had a panic attack in the middle of class (Because yeah, my cousin decided to accuse me of this by text in the middle of a school day) and would have attempted again if it hadn't been for my teacher talking me down.
A few months later he accused me of lying about a sexual assault I experienced. I'm in the process of getting diagnosed with CPTSD and DID now, but to this day what he did fucked me up. I've had other repressed memories of SA come up since then, but that one specific incident he accused me of lying of? I still have trouble believing it happened.
On my darkest nights I no longer reach out for help because of what happened last time. Because I still believe, deep down, that the problem lies with me. And it doesn't matter how much I tell myself I couldn't help what happened, how my cousin was the one in the wrong for saying what he did. Perhaps not the worst thing in the world to be accused of, but for a traumatised kid who'd finally managed to speak up about the shit they'd been through?
Well. I'm 23 now, and things are worse. I'm waiting on diagnoses, but until then, I'm on my own. Just the same as it's always been.
Ràpe, in college. Girl that everyone knew I had the hots for (and was not talking to because she wasn't interested) barged into my room one night, too drunk to know where she was or even speak. Looked like she was gonna puke. Told her I'd let her puke in my trashcan except it's full so lets move to the bathroom. I guide her into a stall, then go looking for her brother since his room was nearby. Then I see her barge out of the bathroom and into another guy's room so I follow her and there's a few guys we know up late partying. I told them what happened, and that she's their problem now, and go back to my room. After a few minutes I get a knock on my door "What did you do to her? Then why were her pants undone?" I didn't even notice that. I think they believed me but it became a sick joke and kept calling me "deadhorse". I talked to her brother (who already didn't like me) and he said she doesn't even remember being in my room, and he's not sure what to believe. 20 years later I still have a wound from the accusations and jokes, but I was used to people making disgusting rumors about me. I feel much worse for her, and hope she hasn't been going all this time thinking she was possibly ràped.
I was accused of being a pdf, groomer and the like by one of my 'friends'. It started around 4 years ago when I was 14 because I like an anime character who is 12 and it has spiralled out of control since then to the point where no-one but me even knows what started it.
It is still ongoing to this day. I've lost all my friends, my own sister lost some respect for me and my mental health has gone into the gutter.
Nothing legal related has come of it as they don't exactly have any proof and I have nowhere near enough money to take anyone to court.
I know I now basically have to live with this because at this point there is nothing I can do to clear my name.
i have a few of these around my disability? but the one occasion thats stuck with me most was playing a would you rather board game and they accused me of lying on every question because they never got my answer right. they just dont know me well, because they dont particularly care too. yet i was the one in the wrong for lying about my answers
About 3 years ago,one of my maternal cousin got married.Before marriage, i would jokes around with my would be brother-in-law in online as we live in different town.i jokingly asked him that how he's feeling about getting married.i didn't attend the marriage nor did i have time to talk to him later as i having competitive exam.Few months later my maternal uncle and aunt accuses me that i liked him romantically, also that i asked him to marry me manipulating my words.They said it in front of our relatives and families.My parents and me wasn't there.i heard it from my aunt, i was so angry and disgusted by it.i wanted to smash everything.till then i don't talk to them anymore.i seriously hate them
I also pissed at my parents cuz they said i shouldn't make a big deal out of it.i also don't to talk them properly since then
A man I knew was accused by his daughter, a suspected narcissist and psychopath of molesting her, she confessed the truth to her therapist, the prosecutor asked to be excused from the case to speak on his behalf, the so called evidence exonerated him, she lied on the stand, judge disallowed the prosecutor and witness statements proving innocence and last year sentenced to 8yrs, out in 6 for good behaviour, based only on her word, she gone to accuse multiple men of same thing, one that she doesnt know that I know is a gay man, who unfortunately in the past week killed himself, leaving behind a daughter and husband, may karma bite her on the ass
9:41 story 20 actually says something I love to say often. When someone make an assumption or accusation of you without evidence, good chance they are describing themselves 😂
Two instances:
1. I was accused of stealing another students gold chain in 2nd grade,he took it off while in the bathroom for some reason and I was the next person to go in. I was searched and I didn't have it,no idea what happened to it.
2. My mom accused me of shaving my legs when I was in fifth grade,I was born blond and even though most of my hair had gone dark brown my leg hair was still blond/transparent.I wasn't in any rush to grow up and had never even thought about shaving before that incident.
My fiance was never outwardly accused, but we both know everyone was veeeery suspicious of him. When I was pregnant with our youngest, we lived in a weirdly (the owners redid the inside for more rooms) shaped house. From our room to the bathroom was a short hallway with a random door. That door was never closed, but stood open. That open door sat literally right outside our door.
TWICE, months apart, I woke up to go pee in the middle of the noped but and ran head first into the side of that door. I actually don't remember anything after the first one except waking up the next morning. Both times I had REALLY BAD black eyes. (I already bruise so easily, I was pregnant, I'm so pale that every bruise looks awful and, well, gravity of course.) After the last time (maybe like a week?), I got pulled over for a light out and then pulled out to ask if I was ok. I'd forgotten about it by that point and was hugely pregnant and oh so confused.
Still not sure anyone ever believed us!
so many of these are women falsly accusing people of SA. We need harsher punishments for this, but will never see it.
I was also accused of saying racist things back when i was in the 7th grade. And recently being rude to a guest back in june and the supervisory chef Kurt, believed that damned lady after i tried to explain to her that i experience sensory overload as an adult with autism, but took it as "telling her kids to be quiet" i cried in the back so much, that i had to go home early because i was emotionally hurt.
Pretty much every accusations of racism are this
I have a WHOPPER for you all. I just turned 18, still in high school. I was heavily bullied and the school did nothing. I got called in to the principal office with the principal and superintendent. They accused me of making violent threats with the graduation ceremony (I was 2 months away from graduating myself). I had no weapons, I was not violent, and it all came from some random girl saying she heard me talking about it in the hallway. I was handcuffed right in front of the office and taken to jail for a crime I didn't commit. The case was thrown out because of lack of evidence but now I'm terrified of police, most likely have PTSD, and was expelled 1 months away from graduating.
I was accused of shoplifting after I picked up a drink, looked at it, then set it down and walked outside the convenience store. I have an ostomy pouch that was very bloated under my shirt at the time, and it had *already* been clearly visible when I entered the store.
Mom and step dad accused me of stealing wedding rings from house we were cleaning (3 times!)
One of my teachers accused me of racism. She was Indian and I thought she was an idiot at teaching, she told my mum (who worked at the school) her opinion and said she would like to talk to both her and my dad about this at the upcoming parents evening.
What she didn’t know was that I’m from a mixed family, my grandad is from Trinidad and my dad has dark skin as a result, I don’t have this because my mum is white. Also around that time my family had just come back from a holiday to Egypt and my dad was darker than usual. Whilst I wasn’t there because 1 - didn’t know about the accusation and 2 - I didn’t see the point in going, I heard from my mum that as soon as my dad walked in to meet her the look of shock on her face was something my mum had to resist the urge to take a picture of.
I didn’t find this out for 2 years, after the teacher left the school suddenly but now I wish I had gone just to see her face as my dad walked in
Story 13 reminds me of thing
Mary and Ann are playing with dolls. Ann leaves the room, and while she is gone Mary puts the dolls away in the toy box. When Ann comes back where will she look for her doll?
She'll look where she left it, of course. Although some people's instinct is to say she would look in the box. Remember this when you relocate something or something is missing
I was once accused of SA’ing someone- I WAS SA’ED- I was so confused and so broken when everyone I ever cared for left me. I tried to off myself because of this. If you are not a victim do not say you are a victim. Period. You are not helping. You are hurting actual victims.
My mom is consistently accusing me of being the root of all evil in her life; my father leaving, my brother cutting her off, her mother dying, me being the cause of her ilnesses.... gotta love the mind of a drug addict with BPD in denial.
Wanting to unalive myself that night when I was in a bad mood, having dark thoughts, and wanting to sleep it off. When everyone poured into my room ahead of the paramedics was a surprise to me, as as the accusation that I had scissors in my hand & planned to use them that night. The only scissors were across the room from me, nowhere near my hands. Two witnesses were with me talking. All I wanted to do before they came in was curl up & take a nap, sleeping it off!
Still so upset I had trouble using this channel's terminology.
My dad cheated so my mom divorced him. Guy got a job at my school just to make my life hell. Worse, I got assigned him as a teacher. One day it snowed, to the point the roads were unsafe. We had to take a bus to get to his class, as it was at a separate facility. But the bus didn't come that day, so me and my classmates went to the school library, explained the situation to the librarian, and she said we could hang out until next period or if the school let out early. I get a chain of texts from my dad asking where I am. I explain the situation and he goes on this tirade that I'm trying to avoid his class, he has video evidence that I walked away from the bus. (Guy was a pathological liar, he had no such thing) He said he would be talking to the principal and have me suspended. I decided to play his game and beat him at it. Talked to the principal before he got a chance to. Told him what went down. Piece of shit never brought it up again. Last I heard, he got his 3rd wife arrested by the chinese secret police by framing her as a spy.
That last sentence, holy fuck??
@@GoblinMode3004long story, but the dude’s an irl supervillain. The courts forced him to pay child support so he moved to China to get out of it. Remarried to another woman who had a son. He then moved back to the states for whatever reason (I haven’t talked to him in years, I only know this because people I know ask me about him and I occasionally check his Facebook). He had gotten work at a British owned university in China and his new wife and son were arrested at the airport for “leaking Chinese business information to Britain”. My theory is he leaked it because they had nothing to do with the university. He was probably trying to get rid of them so he could seize her money and property. Not the first time he tried it. He got neither, and is now begging people for money to support himself. Complete loser.
Story 98: Fellow aromantics, for what is considered flirting vs what is actually being nice… the horrifying truth is that there is no difference! Any friendliness can be misconstrued as flirting by someone.
Yeah the amount of times I've been accused of flirting when I was just being nice/polite/helpful REALLY used to piss me off that I didn't want to be nice/polite/helpful to anyone. But the anxiety/people pleaser made that so hard coz I felt guilt any time I was mean or uncaring as nice/polite/helpful is one of my core behaviours.
That’s so painfully true
Some people flirt by being nice, some people just like being that exact same kind of nice. It's a hard world for your average person trying to figure out any intent behind words, autistic people are living in hell at times from it
My mom accused me of stealing $440 from her. I was at my bff's for a week that time. She found the money later. Never apologized.
Sums up my relationship with her. The less i see her, the happier i am. Also, i live with that bff permanently now 🤜🤛
And if you mention it to her she'll likely claim that you put it back in order to prove your innocence.
Domestic terrorism. To summarize: was talking with some friends during lunch in 8th grade. Made a vague comment about hating another kid and, in an unrelated note, mentioned I might quote "pay a visit" to one of my friends who I had just learned lived nearby to me. Someone walking past the table ran to their friends and told them I threatened to shoot someone. Those friends ran to the principle and told them that I had said I was going to shoot up the school the next day. After being "suspended indefinitely" and banned from school grounds, a lengthy court case later, and all charges were dropped due to having absolutely ZERO evidence at all beyond the claims of five kids who refused to tesify.
i worked at a daycare for a year, and they fired me with an accusation that a parent claimed i told them "my day is worse when your child is here" (absolutely not true, i make minimal small talk when parents pick up, mainly saying stuff like "we had a good day!" or "we did bite a friend again today, but we are working on it").
i was so upset and confused that i just signed the write up and ran out of the building. i loved that classroom :( now i work at a different daycare for a couple months now!
I have a couple
. Stealing from walgreens
. accused of following a girl i don't know home in high school (turns out we lived 3 houses away from each other)
. Stealing some kids phone (his friend was the one who stole it )
. being part of giant school fight between 2 gangs in high school (i was one of the kids watching the fight and some shit head teacher randomly picked me out and said I was in the fight)
. Also in today's world looking at someone's general direction means you're staring at them (both men and women)
Life is weird sometimes
My greatest fear is being blamed for something I didn’t do. Listening to these stories makes me realize why I have this fear. As a kid I was blamed for everything. One of my very first memories of being blamed I was probably five years old for cutting our cats whiskers. Apparently I was the only one capable of doing it. I was blamed so terribly for it I assumed I somehow DID do it but didn’t remember. I was told I wasn’t getting Christmas presents that year due to it. Long story short, Christmas came and went and apparently they were going to give me Christmas presents but clearly, I must have gotten into the hidden presents and already had them so I was yelled and punished for that as well. Utterly confused, I talked to my little baby brother and he admitted he cut the cats whiskers and showed me where he hid my Christmas presents. I immediately went and told my parents. Bro was just a baby so he didn’t get in any trouble and I wasn’t apologized to. May sound silly but it’s really alienating being accused and then not redeemed.
I got in trouble in elementary school for cussing out another kid in Spanish. I do not speak Spanish, have never spoken Spanish, and I wasn’t even talking to the other kid.
I still have no idea what she was talking about.
Not me, but my mom. She was accused of possessing paraphernalia. Roughly 4 years ago when we still stayed in our old house (have since moved), me, who is mildly autistic, and my mom, who is a diabetic, were each in our rooms doing our own thing when loud knocks on our door graced our ears. The second my mom opens the door, a full armed squad greeted us and shouted for us to step outside.
I had NEVER encountered something like this before so, me, 18 at the time, was crying something fierce. Fast forward a bit, and one of the officers that pulled up to our house found my former buddy's rolled up tobacco and automatically assumed it was the devil's lettuce, to put it lightly. Not even 4 days later, my mom gets an eviction notice because after finding that ONE ziploc bag that wasn't even half full, the cops decided to spin a screwed up tale to our elderly landlord that my mom not only had drugs in the house, but most likely had some on her person (she had on a nightgown with no pockets, and there were no female officers to search her, and nobody bothered to search ME, either.).
For some unbelievable reason, my landlord not only believed their word over my mom's, even when she physically drove out to her house to tell her, but believed they could take HER house (mom was renting) away from her if we weren't given the boot. Turns out, a near literal wicked witch of the west that hated my mom's guts something fierce used the occupied address of one of our neighbors to make it seem legit that someone in our neighborhood had called the police on my dear mom (she was nowhere near that address). By the time it was all cleared up, it was too late.
We were left homeless for a while, stuck in a crummy motel room with an absurd amount of money to dish out just to stay for another week, barely had anything to eat, and no real privacy. We have since moved to my old grandparents home after my grandma passed roughly 4 months after my grandpa, but even then, since that day, I refuse to trust the police to keep us safe.
(Note: Me and my mom were the ONLY black family in the neighborhood, so not only were we falsely given unneeded heck behind a fabricated lie, but racist cops made it even worse by twisting the tale to get us kicked out. And to add insult to injury, the new family in the house now? They pretty much messed it up.)
The fact you guys are black just makes the story worse; it’s just another fucking example of how this system will only work for the people punishing
My neighbor called the cops on my nephews over a noise complaint.
They were on vacation at Disney at the time of the complaint.
2:17 “I love my dog- we were the same age-she was like a second mom to me”
Wait…what? Your dog was like a second mom to you? What in the world?
You never had a sentient dog I take it. Some dogs are just little people inside, kinda like how most cockatoo's mature in to the equivalent of human toddlers. Not super rare, but I've only met 3 in my life so far, so not too common either.
1:17:08 A dude that I don't like is named Derek, and I thoroughly enjoyed hearing his name be said with so much vitriol.
He once accused me of being racist, but that's only the tip of the iceberg as to why I don't like him.
Racism doesn't exist, I never believe these accusations anymore after being accused myself of calling this guy the n word because he liked my gf at the time.
Got accused of stealing food that I'm allergic to and would've made me sick.
That or when we were swimming at a pool and I got accused of ignoring my aunt telling me it was time to go, when I had my head underwater snorkeling.
It’s amazing how many people immediately believe the accuser, but won’t believe the accused when they deny even when neither side has proof.
Yeah, it seems like the *HUMAN RIGHT* of “the right to be innocent until proven guilty” has just been swept under the rug
I once got suspended for hitting a girl I didn't hit. She slapped me over something I said, and a teacher saw it, so she said I'd hit her first. She got six of her friends to say I'd hit her first, so it was my word against seven. I ended up with a 3-day suspension for getting slapped.
Usually I don't talk about this to anybody but my therapist (more for people's sake then my own). In School, at some point I got accused (mind you, with no proof, victim or any hint of evidence) of being a r_p_st. I don't know who started this rumor, or why, but almost over night I became a total outcast at age fifteen.This was in the 1990s, so it's a a way back, but the damage never heals, that's why I'm still having to deal with it today.
Also keep in mind, my "peers" were fifteen as well. Nothing I could say, nothing Adults could say, not even anything the police could say about there never being a crime - to my class mates I was guilty beyond any shadow of a doubt. Also it was a comparable small school, so I could not even escape into anonymity.
I spend the remaining couple of years in this state of involuntary hermitage, as due to other circumstances could not change schools anymore, growing more and more introvert and coming to believe that it was somehow my mistake, that I must have done something to start all this, so I started to develop phobias and social anxieties.
I'm better now, but the scars are so deep that today, at 42, I'm practically completely unable to work and propperly care for myself, despite not being phyisically handicapped.
I'm telling this as a mere warning - don't think kids could "be above" all of this and grow out of It. Emotionally, I haven't grown in the last 30 years, and there are dark times when I still wish I took drastic measures back then. I got help now, but the price not only for me but the whole of society is that I'm 42, unable to work, living on permanent benefits and having three medical professionals and two catetakes managing my life whilst I try to put back my ego back together again.
That's my story, believe it or not, I don't care, but please take it's message home and keep it in mind - just in case you hear something similar - because I don't want anyone else to suffer my fate EVER. The child you could safe from trauma and decades long social isolation might be your own.
I met my best friend in my first year of college. We’d known each other for about a month or more, and I often slept over at their house even on weekdays, so we’d ride to college together in the morning (bestie had a license, I didn’t).
One morning, I went to the restroom to change my clothes (from pajamas to school wear), but I somehow forgot to grab my school outfit pants. Since bestie’s room was right next to the bathroom (literally only a few steps apart), I decided to just run into the room in just my shirt and underwear. This wouldn’t have been a problem, since it was a mostly female household, but bestie had a stepdad. However, I thought it would be fine because again, the room was right there and I ran.
But the timing was terrible, because as soon as I stepped out, I heard bestie’s parent’s room open. I didn’t find out whether it was the mom or stepdad who came out the room until later. Bestie told me a day or so after the failed bathroom sprint that their mom was looking at me some type of way. She apparently was the one who saw me sprinting that day and now was questioning if I was “the home wrecking type”, as though I was actively trying to seduce her fiancé.
I felt hurt by this, as I thought I’d built up enough of a relationship with her mom for her to see the kind of person I was. I didn’t even have a boyfriend and was a whole virgin even. But I was also confused, because it wasn’t like I just casually walked out the bathroom swaying my hips trying to be seen. I practically leaped into my bestie’s room.
We eventually got past the awkward accusation, but I didn’t go to bestie’s house for a few weeks after hearing what their mom said. Now though, I realize I should have just put my pajama pants back on. Even though I wasn’t intending to be disrespectful, it could have come across that way. Though, that didn’t seem to be bestie’s mom’s concern.
I once got suspended for spitting across the classroom in kindergarten, I didn't know how to spit at the time...
- I woke up one morning and went outside into the sunshine. My dad said something that I didn't hear very well, and I don't remember what it was but he might have been asking me to do some work that i genuinely didn't mind doing. Standing outside for the first time that summer day, the sunshine and breeze on my face felt amazing and I closed my eyes and stretched my neck and quietly moaned over how good it all felt. Suddenly my dad started yelling angrily at me about my attitude. He told me that he KNEW I was rolling my eyes in annoyance at his request. I tried to explain that the sun felt good and I was just stretching my neck but he insisted that he knew what he saw and didn't believe me for a second. It was maddening. He had been looking at the BACK of my head. Nothing i said would convince him that i hadn't rolled my eyes, and after so much back and forth i started to become very upset at the personal attacks coming from him. It became this huge fight and we didn't talk to each other for a few weeks, all because I took a moment to gratefully embrace a beautiful day.
- I was 13 years old, working on a lengthy homework assignment one night, and making great progress. I was a smart but lazy student, so I felt extra proud of myself for tackling an assignment that I had really been dreading. My bedroom was on the top floor of my building, with my window facing the street. There was a rain storm going on outside and I stayed close to the window as I worked, enjoying the refreshing, stormy breeze. Suddenly the breeze picked up hard and sucked several pages of my assignment out the window. I freaked out, sprinted down two flights of stairs, and ran up and down my block in the heavy rain desperately hoping to find my homework, but knowing in my heart that all my work had likely been destroyed the minute it was exposed to the rain storm. The next day I tried to explain to my teacher what happened but of course she didn't believe me. I failed the assignment and it contributed to me having to go to summer school that year.
-i worked in a restaurant but for an online delivery company, so I technically wasn't a member of the restaurant staff, and was a bit of an odd man out. Not a stranger, but not considered "part of the team". A girl was hired at the restaurant as a server shortly after I started working there. She seemed friendly and at a glance was kind of cute, but it took me all of a minute to confirm that, while she wasn't ugly, I didn't find her attractive and was not at all interested in her in any romantic or physical way. Fast forward about four months, I was standing at the delivery station where I always stand, and she walks up to the computer a few feet in front of me and starts placing a guest's order. Her head is down, and my mind barely registers her presence. As I'm staring at the TV feed i see the first trailer for the upcoming season of Game of Thrones (season 4, for anyone who cares). As a huge fan at the time I got really excited for the new season and a happy, almost mischievous smile crept onto my face as I exclaimed, "Awwwww YEEEE-AH!!" The girl stops what she's doing, looks at me in horror and says, "....What?" I gestured at the TV (which was now playing something else) and said something along the lines of "oh, uh the new season of Game of Thrones is coming out soon. I'm a big fan." And she said, "ok..." and walked away. About half an hour later I'm seated across from the manger and general manager trying to explain to them how my comment had NOTHING to do with the girl that had been standing in front of me. That I would have reacted the exact same way to that trailer if I had been by myself. Unfortunately, not being an actual member of the restaurant staff, they were under no obligation to consider my side of the story and I was asked not to come back to the restaurant. Thankfully the delivery company I worked for was willing to listen to my side of the story and I continued to work for them until the company got bought out, but it was still humiliating. Not to mention i lost contact with the few friends i made while working there. This girl did absolutely nothing for me but somehow was utterly convinced that I was willing to risk it all to make a pass at her. I wanted to find her and tell her not to flatter herself so much, but ultimately it was one of the loneliest work experiences I'd ever had and i was happy to get out of there.
The brother story is evil, damn. Punching yourself
Thanks for reminding me why I keep to myself and don't get involved in anything.
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this awakens a memory i had of being accused of pushing my younger brother down a set of stairs. he and i had been standing at the top of a set of carpeted stairs at my grandparents' house. i was standing behind him and he fell down the stairs and broke his wrist. because i was behind him, everyone thought i had pushed him down and no one believed me when i pleaded innocent.
I got framed after a kid drew swastikas on the wall and tpd it took the blame so he wouldn't pummel me and did something tp make me gulity so I'm not completely innocent but it was for my own good havent seen that kid at all this year (I'm in 8th grade we were in 6th when it happened)
I once got accused of attempted murder, turned out to be three so called friends of mine had attacked a guy in our home town robbed his wallet and ordered something off his card in my name. I remember telling the police that if I go down for that I would come out and end up back in for something I did do
In gr 3 the new girl who i befriended stole something of extreme sentimental value from my favourite teacher, and when questioned she threw my name out. One evening my mom comes home tells me to get in the car, does not say another word, next thing I know I'm at my school the VP, my teacher, a police car and my supposed friend were all there. 2hrs later of her continuing lying and me crying and snotting myself, terrified that my favourite teacher who I sometimes accidentally called "mommy" in class would hate me.
Fortunately they knew me well enough, they just needed her to admit it. It was a traumatic experience for my 8 yo self. I still remember everything from that night.
in kindergarten, we strangely had a bathroom in my classroom. the door was on a spring loaded hinge, so it always stayed closed. one day i got curious and wanted to see what the metal thing at the bottom of the door was (hindsight it was an air vent) but when i bent down to check, my teacher flipped out. turns out there was a girl in the bathroom, and she insisted i was trying to peek on her thru the vent (the vent wasnt even see thru. from the inside if you look down at it all you see is black). she sent me to the principal with a very serious accusation, so out of frustration, while i was being escorted there (by the girl who she claimed i peeped on), i took off when she wasnt looking and ran away. they spent hours searching for me while i simply sat behind a bush and took a nap. when everything was said and done, they were just so glad they didnt lose a kid, and i never heard anything more about the accusation. thats when i learned that one catastrophe can completely negate another
PS: after hearing these and reading comments, i can see something blatantly wrong with society. ppl are too comfortable with making what should be considered serious accusations, with no consequence. an accusation should be taken seriously at all times, but when misplaced, the accuser should have to suffer some consequences to deter this behavior.
I once got the cops called on me for supposedly shoplifting in a consignment store. Supposedly the person (store employee) who called had seen me put something in my bag (I live in a state where "concealment is theft" meaning you don't have to leave the store with an item to be considered to have stolen it, just hiding it on your person counts) but I had not done anything of the sort. Still had to get searched and the cops told me I was being detained... thankfully I was there with my family (albeit not sticking very close to them as I had been bored and wandering around the store) and they explained to the cops that 1. I'm autistic so my acting normal might look like acting suspicious, and 2. I don't steal. Eventually, after they finished searching my bags and realized I hadn't stolen anything, the cops gave me a sticker and left. (I was in my late teens at the time so the sticker just felt patronizing. Like wow thanks this 'Junior P.D.' sticker totally makes up for the trauma and is definitely something I want to have after this experience.)
I'm in my 20s now and I still get anxious in stores unless I'm there with someone and sticking close to them and avoiding doing anything that could possibly look suspicious. It makes doing my grocery shopping a whole lot more stressful than it ought to be.
Imho calling the cops should never be the first go-to in situations like that. Or maybe ever, considering the issues with police violence in this country. But especially when nothing violent or harmful has happened and there's a parent right there who you could talk to about their kid.
I wonder if you still have that sticker lol
@@CASA-dy4vs Probably not... I left it at my parents' house when I moved out and I doubt they kept it
Concealment is theft is fucking stupid, if someone conceals an item that's suspicious but it shouldn't be illegal
the first one is literally every glmv ever 😭
Theft of company property. They accused me of it and told me everyone thought i took it. Could not prove it but was fired anyway.
The "stolen" machine part later turned up in a garbage can nowhere near my work station.
15 years later it still makes me angry when i think about it.
In 3rd grade, I was accused of stabbing a classmate with a pencil during class. The teacher didn't see me do it -- the kid sat so far away from me that I would have had to get up mid-lecture to do it; but the principal was _convinced_ I did it because the "victim" came to her crying about it during lunch. I had (well, _still_ have) memory issues, thus couldn't mount a sufficient defense to prove my innocence, so I got punished for it -- and for "lying" about not doing it!
Turns out that the little sh!t had a crush on me and was mad about it, so he decided to use my memory issues against me and lied to the principal.
Someone I work for got accused of being a pdf file. It’s completely ruining his life, because people don’t believe him, even if the allegations have been debunked, and have dedicated their lives to ruining his
Having an affair with a certain prominent man in our community. I barely even knew him.
A teacher accused me of having a hit list once
Was accused of physically attacking another kid at a school party. First of all, there were chaperones and adults everywhere, you would think they would have noticed something. Second, there's no way anyone could "hide" in a very open room of only 50 people. Third, there were at least 2 other kids who literally witnessed the complete lack of any physical contact.
Dude, it was a HALLOWEEN party with costumes, I was acting in the spirit by chasing/messing around with some random kids, they were laughing and smiling the WHOLE TIME, and I never got within arms reach of them as I literally was just in it for the thrill without any real action. The "party" literally consisted of pictures, dessert table, and stupid music. That's not a party, its a pta meeting with sound track, so forgive me for getting bored and enjoying playing in my costume like the 13 year old I was.
A week after the party, I'm called into the vice principals office in my gym clothes, they didn't even inform my parents before, during, or after they sentenced me to isolation punishment. The only reason they "reconsidered" the accusation is because I had great grades and I had zero history of trouble, practically everyone liked me and said good things about me. But apparently that still wasn't good enough to ask me for my side of the story.
The kid who accused me was someone I've never seen before or after that party. One of the other kids I "scared" was someone I actually knew and sat next to in class, and only after I finished my isolation punishment did she say she was sorry it happened. We were kids, but I can't help but despise a system that ignores all witnesses before casting judgment, and her saying she's sorry without ever speaking up about it just leaves a shitty taste in my mouth. The isolation punishment essentially treated kids like they were in actual prison, your bathroom trips were limited to 2 times a day and were completely supervised and that was the only time you were allowed out of the room, you couldn't have water or food unless it was lunch time, you ate lunch where you sat all day so there was no cafeteria option, there was no talking, you had to go through this work packet which basically was a guilt trip to force you to confess to your actions over and over and over and over again, and when you finished the packet you either did homework or nothing, teachers sent their class lessons to you so you still did "school" anyway, you sat in a cubby enclosed desk facing the wall, you had to sit 6ft away from everyone, your personal items were open for confiscation, you had to show up at least an hour early to school and a 1 minute tardy was unacceptable for ANY reason and was highly punished, and you had to stay at least an hour later after school too. I was there for maybe a week.
I was treated like I brought a gun to school and was a dangerous criminal and was emotionally ridiculed and bla bla bla, all because I went to a crappy school Halloween party and got too bored to stand around for a few hours in a costume with nothing to do.
I immediately pursued doing homeschool, best decision I ever made. Only thing school taught me was that people/society/the system doesn't give a shit about the truth or what's right or anything, only the people with the most power and influence have a "right" to be treated like a human being, and getting involved with anyone who has power or influence is just asking them to use and abuse your very existence. After this experience, I learned to stay in the shadows until the last possible moment and never get involved with anyone in any way until I KNOW what kind of person they are. I can at least trust a homicidal maniac won't be so eager to cry bloody murder - but I can't trust any "good natured" person won't throw me under the buss if they think they can get away with it - at least I KNOW where I stand with a murderer.
P.S. My mom gaslight's and is emotionally manipulative as well, so you can only imagine how fucking bad my trust issues are. it's no wonder I love my hermit life, no one's trying to destroy my life for no fucking reason every 5 seconds.
At least the bank robbery story makes sense. And it doesn't sound like it escalated.
I was accused of talking my friend into suicide. She called me in school to tell me what she did. I told her I was headed to her and left school. She ended up in the hospital in a coma for a few days. The friends she was with when she did it accused me because I was the last one she talked to. I literally walked outta school and drove to find her yet I was hit with such a ridiculous accusation. It weighed on me for years after but ik it wasn’t my fault. She already did it when she called me, it was basically a last goodbye call.
CONSTANTLY being accused of sleeping with a girl half my age (over 18) roommate. One day i had my DAILY ass chewing on speaker getting ready for work I had said nothing to the "room mate" about this . This time it was real bad she overheard it and couldn't believe she was called al those horrible things . She had no attraction to me i didnt think about her like that but she came right back naked i turned off the phone missed work and went ahead and did what we were accused including some very fancy adult film style finishes the ex graphically accused us of doing for months and kept on every single day i was accused of it. i didn't even feel bad as i was already "pre punished" . She had spoke into existence what she didnt want. Still 100% don't feel bad. Come to find out (my ex told me years later) my now ex had been cheating on me for years prior to that. I sound like the "bad guy" but we did this a few months and she moved out meanwhile my was cheating on me way before that and for at least the 7ish years that i know of.
To 109 I am really sorry I hope you get better you were treated terrible as a kid you deserve better same with every other story that has to do with all of those things I am so sorry for all of you I hope you all get better
Also really sorry for 111
There is a lot more I just cannot remember the exact numbers
115 I think the baby will forgive you
Yo 122 why do cops have to be there and stare at you that seems wrong on so many levels
Setting the kitchen on fire at a good friend's place. Happened in my 20's My friend's roommate was cooking I told him hey that looks ready. He told me to mind my own business, he got it. Fine i went upstairs. Laid down. Smoke everywhere. My friend and I freak the f out and tear every door and window open. We were scrambling around and screaming for the fire enstingier, put it out, turned off the stove. The alarms were not working for some odd reason. The guy who was cooking told my friend that I had turned up the stove and never told him his food was ready. I was so shocked, started crying and said "I DID TELL YOU why would i do to you, burn you, my best friend alive and damage the house?" Of course my friend took his side and I had to go to court on arson charges. I got damned lucky the judge believed me. I had bad luck with people. Found out later the guy is a narcissist and a sociopath. I was facing about 10-15 years in jail. I was terrified.
Being an informant, i was hanging out with a friend of mine, S, and we were meeting up with a friend of his, D, who i was just meeting for the first time. The three of us head back to S’ place to smoke up till we were pulled over by an unmarked police car that was apparently tailing us for blocks and a police van pulls up shortly after. We get searched and D gets arrested for possession with intent to sell, since he had about an ounce of bud on him with a weighing scale and baggies, S and D have been friends for years so D using the power of deduction points the finger at me since to him i was a new face he’s never seen or met before, and he found it reeeaaally suss that within about a half an hour of meeting me, he randomly gets searched and bagged, to this day 10 years later if S brings my name up to D, it’s usually met with “fuck him he’s a fucking narc, don’t bring him around me ever” even though i literally had nothing to do with us getting pulled over, and still have no idea why we got randomly targeted since we weren’t doing anything suspicious aside from walking and talking in a group. Also a side note, I’m from an area where drugs are a big thing so it’s surprisingly common around here for at least one person in your friend circle to be working with cops in secret to get a reduced drug charge or someshit .
My mom accused me of stealing her gun and shooting it off at some point. She threatened me afterwards and took my money to get it cleaned. I've never shot a gun in my life, even to this day.
accused of punching someone in the face at recess in 2nd grade, I was playing on the swings and all the teachers came up to me and told me to keep my hands to myself, someone else punched someone and framed me of punching them to get me expelled, I just got at that school at the time and already had enemies.
Bro what annoys me, is most of these could’ve been solved without ANY accusations. Just watch the flipping security cameras
In school a guy punched me randomly in the face. I pushed him back, teacher saw me and thought it was more aggressive looking so punished me. I told them what happened they said they didn’t believe that what happened since he’d need something to set him off. I asked if I as being punished for pushing someone randomly without cause, they said yes…not sure if they saw the irony in that
Taking pictures in the locker room during my junior year in highschool. I didn't do anything my reputation was torn.
Story 9… that “friend” is absolutely brain-dead. Why would he do such a thing to OP!?
I was accused of being a zoophile. This really made me angry. BTW, I never had sexual thoughts about animals. It was a gross accusation.
This is very mild compared to most… I will never forget being about 11 or 12 years old… My dad and I had gone to an auction we regularly attend because my late uncle was the auctioneer, and my parents used to flea market. I wasn’t interested in the auction and played outside. The parking lot was gravel and there was a ditch with standing water. I was throwing rocks into the water. Far away from cars. About six guys called me over and accused me of throwing rocks at cars. Why would I do that? They even threatened to call the police. I just went and sat next to my dad the rest of the evening, having no way of proving my innocence but knowing I was. Nothing really happened to me after that but I rarely went back to that auction, my choice.
One time when my mom was a kid she asked my grandma if she could play a video game at a friends house, she said yes. My grandma randomly had the idea that my mom was doing drugs and went to my mom's friends house to pick her up, my mom was playing video games just like she said and still got grounded for it.
Why is the quesadilla guy not narrating the video
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I got accused of spraying perfume on the bus. I didn’t even carry perfume with me. It was kept in my gym locker. Me and the bus driver got into so many arguments until one day I had it. I took my book bag at my bus stop and dumped it out right in front of her then walked to the middle of the bus and pointed out the girl who was actually spraying perfume. The bus driver STILL didn’t believe me. Sorry I smell good. I’m still pissed about that.
I was accused of R by my ex, he had told the girl he was cheating on me with so she would have sympathy for him, a lot of my friends fell out with me for this, when he cheated on the other girl with another girl and used a similar sob story people started to believe me. That girl made my life hell and I still hate being anywhere near her, she never believed me.
In high school, we had a sizable goth crowd. I would wear the dungeon master coat from Tripp, which HAD NO POCKETS, and i was almost dress coded for.... having too many pockets.
I had six. All on my cargo pants.
However, this was because they kept trying to accuse me of wanting to start a school shooting.
I'd never even touched a gun at that point.
The worst thing I got accused of was me deciding to hit my half-siblings for absolutely no reason whenever I either
1. Got provoked verbally and had finally reached my breaking point
2. Had gotten attacked by them, physically and I was protecting myself
3. I hadn't reacted to the provocation and physical harm they were doing to me but they lied (and my mom is a dumb b**** who never believed me at all, so ye)
The weirdest thing:
I once got accused of just yeeting horror movies outside or something. I wasn't even home when this allegedly happened, fyi. But years later they still shit talk me for supposedly having yeeted movies outside or outside of my room. Idk. Their story is inconsistent (but again, my mom is a dumb b**** who never believed me, so ye)
Some kid with a similar voice said the n word 10 times and I got blamed.
Got accused a lot for being a terrible child in school by a lot of kids in my grade. Most teachers actually liked me, but the new head of the school had it out for me and believed all these kids- cause if a lot of kids say its true, it must be true. Note im the kid who makes high b-a’s, sleeps in class with permission of teachers, gets excited when an adult was friendly to me (bad parents, i was love starved), and often helped other students with their work if asked. The worst one was being accused of being racist, i wasn’t. I just really hated one specific kid who kept getting me lice cause they always had lice. Unfortunately large majority of the town was in fact racist so everyone just believed it except close friends…which sucks, but i moved, and made friends with a lot of lovely people in a great school that doesn’t want me to commit su-de.
My family accused me of blowing out a candle from my cousin birthday party but I didn’t really care
The Law: Innocent until proven guilty
Society: Guilty until proven Innocent
And even if you're proven innocent your still somehow guilty
My sister filed A police report that I stole her pain medication so she could get an extra prescription!
I’m an honest autistic person so you can imagine what this did to my social skills Accused of spitting on a kid “on purpose” dispute me saying it was an accident and them knowing I’m not one to lie i still got detention while the lier got away Scot free (are detention was no noise no talking no looking at other kids they even yelled at me for looking out the window) it was the only time I got detention and I was 5 years old i stopped making friends and being social with everyone around me after that
I sometimes feel like some (not all)of my autistic diagnosis was misdiagnosed because of this reason at the same time autism is still a new concept in mental/physical health it only just gotten a name in the 2000’s when I was born. So trying to diagnose autism is still very much a work in progress unfortunately if autism has founded sooner in like the 70-80’s I’m sure my life would be little more easier but I doubt it.
Stole my grandfather's pickup truck. My brother's attorney asked me why I took it and I stated that I couldn't have done it because at the time I couldn't drive a stick shift 😂😂😂
Around Christmas I was accused calling my aunt drunk by my cousin that came to visit and my aunt who have known me since I was a child have believed basically the stranger and called me the F slur (I’m in the community) and hasn’t apologized since. To this day she still believes it was me even though it was her daughter who said it.
Funnily enough the worst for me was cheating on a Latin test in school. Not even some important exam but just a graded test.
The translation the guy sitting next to me had written was curiously similar to mine... So... For a brief moment it was that "one of you copied from the other"-accusation.
I truthfully told the teacher that I hadn't even looked at his writing during the exam. He quickly confessed.
Probably because he genuinely felt bad for having me dragged into the matter. I guess the teacher would have believed me anyway since I had zero history of cheating.
In the end my translation wasn't the best anyway. Translating Latin poems just sucks as a lot of the sentence structures we had learned before went out to the window...
Another time, in elementary school, I showed a friend the middle finger. At this time I didn't know it was an offensive gesture. Little 6yo me just had never seen it used as such before and we were just playing some game where we would hold up a finger and the other squinted to the point of almost closed eyes and guessed which finger we had lifted.
I, without any ill intend and without any knowledge about the offensive nature of the gesture, put up my middle finger.
My friend was upset, walked up to the teacher and told her that I had just shown the 'stinking finger' as this gesture is called in my native language. I obviously didn't deny showing that finger and explained that I didn't know that it was an insult to do so and that I just picked a random finger to show during our guessing game...
Women accusing men of assault when it didn’t happen is the worst. No proof is needed and it can ruin a man’s life even if he proves it didn’t happen. Men accusing women is almost laughed at most times. Sad.
I don’t remember exactly how old I was- I think between 8 and 11-, but one time I was on vacation with my family and going to a carnival/event thing going on in a nearby rural town. Safe place and all, but when we went to a rock shop stand, I was holding a rock and looking at it. Apparently, I had my hand that I was holding the rock in near my pocket, and when the stand owner saw, he yelled out something like- “Oh, kid, I see you trying to rob us! You ain’t slick, don’t you steal that!” Again, I wasn’t even 13 at the time. It was somewhat valid I guess, and my parents had to put all my pockets inside out to convince the person I didn’t steal even after giving the rock back. Might’ve been a bit of an overreaction from me, but I ended up having a panic attack (I think I thought I was going to jail or something at the time). Long story short, never went shopping at that business again.