Post a Memory You Want Recognized

You ever just want to tell someone something that happened just because it’s messed up and you need someone to know about it? This is the thread for that.

Here’s mine:

One of my clearest memories as a kid (2nd grade) was waking up in the middle of the night and realizing I’d had diarrhea in bed. Instead of waking my parents for help, I sobbed, took my sheets to the bathroom, and cleaned them myself in the sink while crying. I wasn’t crying because I didn’t feel good, I was crying because I was afraid of being yelled at.

I didn’t realize until years later how not normal that is. I look at my 12-month-old son now and feel sickened at a parent making their own child feel that way.