Things Your Parents Stealth-Confiscated
Posted by Djinn2522@reddit | GenX | View on Reddit | 423 comments
I get the sense this was WAY more common with our generation. There were some toys that my parents quietly “made disappear.” The lawn-mower/like toy with the plastic dome and the balls inside that would loudly pop incessantly as it was pushed. My plastic “Giant Horn” which I owned many decades before I heard the word “vuvuzela.” Both vanished mysteriously without a trace.
The most interesting one was a book. When I was aged 6-8, I had a five-tier bookshelf, loaded with books. Most were inherited from older cousins and neighbors. I wasn’t fond of all of them - but I KNEW all of them. And if I was asked to find any of them on my bookshelf, I knew precisely where they would be.
And that is why, even at that young age, I found it odd that a book was missing. And it wasn’t one of my favorites, so I knew I hadn’t removed and misplaced it. My mother went through the motions of helping me look for it, without success. Finally, she offered to take me to a bookstore to buy a new book that I would actually like. Good enough for me.
So my new book was “The Berenstain Bears’ Science Fair.” Which was a far better book than the missing copy of “Little Black Sambo.” Yeah, my parents made the right call.
Nonbelieverjenn@reddit
I had the cutest white denim miniskirt. It had a zipper in the front that went all the way up and it was really short. But damn I looked good in it! My mom hated it and would make me change if I tried to wear it. One time I went to get it and it was just mysteriously gone.
introvertednurse75@reddit
I had one like that when I was around 14, but it was peach colored. Oh how I loved that skirt. My dad wasn't a fan.
Suedehead4@reddit
I had pet frogs that my parents released in the garden. I later found one of them squashed in the grass.
Turbulent-Local5054@reddit
Aww, I’m so sorry, that’s heartbreaking. I am 60 and just yesterday scooped up a tree frog in my hat to move it out of a driveway and into the woods ❤️🐸
Suedehead4@reddit
I appreciate your sympathy. I’d raised them from tadpoles, did school reports on them and painted them at various life stages. And kudos to you for helping your driveway friend, fellow frog appreciator.
Turbulent-Local5054@reddit
Aww, that’s adorable, they are so cool. A few years ago I rescued a little tree frog in October that was almost frozen to the lip of our trash bin and he overwintered inside getting fed until he was big enough to go out in the garden the next summer. I was always hoping he’d come back but sadly my buddy disappeared completely. At least our guys got to know some freedom before the end, and we know that we’d have gladly continued to keep them safe if we could have!!
Fur_Nurdle_on67@reddit
That is fucking terrible. I am so sorry.
Suedehead4@reddit
Thanks. I don’t think my parents did it to hurt me outright but rather they were annoyed by the various frog habitats I’d created around the place. Same result though. Heartbroken me.
GrimmLynne@reddit
I had a favorite pair of jeans that I bought myself at a mall when I was 14. They fit really well and were nice. I felt confident in them. The rest of my pants my mother gave me, usually handed down from a cousin and didn't fit & were years out of style.
She took me & my step sister to a laundry mat one day then gave my step sister some cash and she & I walked to the store next door. When we came back, the pants had been "stolen" from the wash. Nothing else was taken, just that one thing.
Years later I found out that my step sister was in on it. There was no reason for it other than meanness.
yarnhooksbooks@reddit
Was your mother my step mother? Because I have a very similar story. My step mother was constantly giving me hand me downs or thrift store finds that didn’t fit me, were old and dated, and/or were really uncomfortable fabrics. Any time I got anything that was bought new for me from my mom, a grandparent, my own money, etc it would vanish or something would happen to it. The washer was broke once and she had me help her haul a bunch of stuff to the laundromat. She gave me some money she said was for helping her and told me to walk to the drugstore a couple blocks away to get some treats. When we got home all the new school clothes my grandmother had bought me the month before were gone and she insisted they must have gotten stolen. A few weeks later I noticed a girl at school wearing what I was pretty sure was my shirt and asked her about it. Turns out her family owned the laundromat and “a really nice lady gave my parents a bag of stuff she said her daughter had outgrew”. I ended up seeing her wear several more things that were mine. And the sad thing is she was much taller and slimmer than I was and none of it fit her all the well.
GrimmLynne@reddit
That makes me so angry for you! When things like this happened, the lie would make me just as mad, but there's nothing you can really do as a kid & the helplessness was just another punch in the gut.
If my mother had been your stepmom, you'd have been on easy street. She spent money on my step siblings, she took them places when they needed a ride, gave them money and showered them with compliments. Me & my younger brother though were just an annoyance to her because she hated our father.
Grizzl0ck@reddit
Gat gun Survival knife Lock knife Air pistol Flick knife Jack Daniels 20:20 Some hash Rolling machine Pipe Various baggies of stuff...
Salty-Pack-4165@reddit
When I was little I had a green blanket. I remember having it since about 4yo until it disappeared around 7-8 yo. It was full of patches but it was mine and I remember sleeping in it very soundly. Almost 50 years later I'm still looking for similar green blanket and I can't find one.
Mermaid_Lily@reddit
My FAVORITE stuffed animal was a koala bear that I named Cola. I remember it vividly. It mysteriously disappeared and my mom said "you must have left it somewhere," even though I never took it out of the house precisely because I was afraid I would lose it. Years later she admitted that she thought it was ugly so she got rid of it. She did things like that often. She would decide SHE didn't like a toy and it would vanish.
I never did that to my kids. I always asked if it was okay to get rid of things.
Long-Trade-9164@reddit
Mom would always tell me to pick up your toys or I'm throwing them away! Anyone want to guess what happened to my yellow Tonka dump truck?? Jokes on her now. She's starting to have early onset dementia and she's trying to get me or my sister to take her in! She FAFO'd!
MoeBlacksBack@reddit
My little brother
adjoopoopie@reddit
Say what?!
MoeBlacksBack@reddit
They ignored his headache for a week . Then he died of an aneurysm.
adjoopoopie@reddit
Oh gosh, I’m so sorry 😢
stuck_behind_a_truck@reddit
I’m sorry
lovelylynda@reddit
My mom never confiscated much, to my knowledge, because her mom did something similar to her. However, I had siblings so I think sometimes they were given stuff my mom thought belonged to them but was actually mine.
As an aside, you can find Little Black Sambo on Project Gutenberg. I looked it up to see what it was about when I heard about it a few years ago. Never heard of it as a kid. Did eat at a restaurant called Sambo’s though.
Somethingclever1313@reddit
I had a pair of Levi’s, Silvertab wide leg jeans, they had holes and were frayed everywhere. They just disappeared one day, mom still denies any involvement.
PirateJim68@reddit
They weren't 'confiscated'. Parents would go through toys, books, stuffed animals that we didn't play with anymore and donate them. This made room for new toys usually received for birthdays and Christmas.
Rubberfootman@reddit
As parents, we used to do this every December. We kept the removed items for a while to see if they were missed. They were never missed.
PeanutTimely6846@reddit
My parents weren't too stealthy and, in this example, they weren't trying to be.
Somehow or another, I got my hands on a copy of Prince's Purple Rain on cassette. One night, I'm listening to it in my room, I'm about 14 y/o BTW. My step-dad walks in, during "Darling Nikki" if I remember right, ejects the tape and snaps it in half on the edge of me dresser and without a word, turns and leaves the room. Nothing was ever said about it.
Mace119@reddit
I was in 5th grade when I got Purple Rain. My best friend and I were listening to "Darling Nikki" and paused it to go ask her older sister what "grind" meant. She screamed and wouldn't tell us.
DesignNormal9257@reddit
My mother didn’t like me playing with dolls that looked “too adult”. She barely tolerated Barbies, wouldn’t let me have a Cher doll a d confiscated my Tuesday Taylor and Pepper (Police Woman) dolls.
Mace119@reddit
I got a Cher doll as a reward for learning to use the potty! I have no idea why I wanted it at that age. But my mom found her the last time they moved so we've been reunited.
goingloopy@reddit
My mom kept taking away the flashlight after she busted me reading in the middle of the night. She always put it back in the same place.
I don’t remember my toys being confiscated, but I never understood why they didn’t actually look at the books I was reading. They were stupid about movies and MTV, but apparently VC Andrews, Danielle Steel, and Stephen King were totally fine.
Malevolent54@reddit
Bag of weed. It disappeared, I never asked & never heard anything about it 😂
SuperMolasses724@reddit
I had a tiny pot plant I was growing in my window sill that disappeared one day when I was 16. Funny thing was mom had to move my giant bong “The Equinox” out of the way to get it and she put it back 😝
What_if_I_fly@reddit
My very sweet grandma had a weekly habit of watering the flowers. She reserved a different container for watering what she had discovered- my older/rebellious uncle's weed plants got salt watered.
rpbm@reddit
I wish I’d thought of that!! My uncle was growing pot on my grandma’s property when I was young, and I was afraid she’d get arrested and lose her home.
goingloopy@reddit
My great grandmother had a green thumb. One of my mom’s brothers had her growing weed. She had no idea until my gramma found out and came over to pull up the plants (which were flourishing, apparently).
MaximumJones@reddit
goingloopy@reddit
My brother only played with this when my mom was on the phone.
Intermountain-Gal@reddit
The older of my two younger brothers handed the pooper mower to my youngest brother. That little guy was crazy about it!
Daegranor@reddit
My Pern novels disappeared out of my room. Found them in the kitchen trash with used deep fryer oil poured over them. Mom admitted her crime was committed because "There were DRAGONS on the cover!" The horror.
She searched my room from age 13 till I got married at 21. Literally the only thing she ever had an issue with. I mentioned it later in front of my sister and her minister husband. BIL told Mom she was wrong and that if 3 books were all she ever found bothersome, my parents got @#$%$%#@!! lucky. ( BIL is from NYC and sometimes it jumps out lol)
I pointed out the dragons in Pern were designed in a science lab to be a self propagating air force, not evil demonic monsters at all. Mom pulled out this sweet ol' lady tone and asked how she was supposed to know what was in there and why didn't I explain? I said 'It's called a BLURB!" literally at the same moment BIL and Sis asked her if she forgot being a teenager? NEVER explain anything, it just gets taken as backchat.
stuck_behind_a_truck@reddit
As an absolute Pern fan, you have my deepest sympathies. I actually rebought the original trilogy and Harper Hall trilogy and have them on my shelves.
Did she think they were Dungeon and Dragons??
Daegranor@reddit
Lort, no, she knew what Dungeons and Dragons books looked like. DM knew good and well they were novels. She just has a dislike for fantasy animals.
I rebought them too. AFTER I moved out.
Few-Pineapple-5632@reddit
The Judy Blume book “forever” but it wasn’t stealth. She snatched it out of my hands when I asked what “getting laid” was.
Madrona88@reddit
My mom checked it out of the library for me. I used to think she just went by the author name. I'm beginning to think she knew exactly what that was. Her avoid a tough subject...naaa
ThatStarkGirl@reddit
My mother made my favorite pair of acid washed jeans with strategic rips disappear. 😭
xpunkrockmomx@reddit
That was mine. More than once, because I found them in the trash once.
ThatStarkGirl@reddit
You saved them from the trash and they disappeared again?!? That's some bullshit!
xpunkrockmomx@reddit
Right. She's still like that.
D_for_Drive@reddit
My collection of CRAZY magazine. The ones with Obnoxio the Clown.
thorneparke@reddit
Wow there's a blast from the past
D_for_Drive@reddit
I loved the Kenetic Kids and all the gross stuff they did when you flipped the page back and forth, and for some reason I found inspiration in the messy writings of Dirk McGirk.
thorneparke@reddit
I seem to remember that Obnoxio appeared in an issue of X-Men back in the 80s....
D_for_Drive@reddit
I know I saw a comic where he visits the X-Men mansion the same time it’s being attacked by Eye-Scream, a villain made of ice cream.
thorneparke@reddit
They were really scraping the bottom of the barrel for villains at times lol. I remember for one issue, Spiderman fought a villain named "The Wall" who was just an anthropomorphic brick wall...
D_for_Drive@reddit
I’m pretty sure The Scourge was created to clear out a lot of rediculous Marvel villains. Guys like Turner D. Century and Paste Pot Pete.
SureIllrecordthat@reddit
This tshirt (This is the same one I found on line) but ma confiscated mine back in the day.
ImmySnommis@reddit
My Cramps t-shirt. Mom didn't approve at ALL of the bondage scene on the front and she put it on my dad's rag bin. I rescued it once. The second time it disappeared forever.
jezebella47@reddit
My lil punk rock girl self had a pair of thrifted camouflage pants that I adored. They were a little raggedy, which was WHAT I WANTED. I couldn't fit them in my trunk when I went to college and they were gone when I came home for Christmas. Mom claimed she had no idea what happened to them.
Cacticat7878@reddit
Once my dad found my weed and took it. I later stole it right back👍
stuck_behind_a_truck@reddit
I came home one day to find my mom and thrown a ton of my toys in our apartment dumpster. Since spite is my life force, I dumpster dived and retrieved what I wanted (germs and smell and all).
She never pulled that shit again. Anything she might have quietly gotten rid of must not have otherwise been important to me because I don’t remember it.
tonna33@reddit
I don't remember any of my own.
However, being a step-mom, I did acquire a nice collection of pocket knives that I found around the house and quietly pocketed. We lived in small town rural midwest - and not on a farm. No need for the 12-16yos to need them. The oldest still carries one, but he's in his 30s. I stopped worrying about it too much when they became adults.
Iammine4420@reddit
My Banana Republic t-shirt. Most of my high school wore them, I still I have no idea why they took it.
BatPlus3909@reddit
Am ouija board...that belonged to my friend! 🤣
undeniably_micki@reddit
My pocketknife & ninja throwing star.
SackBadger2024@reddit
My Dad passed about 12 years ago, my mom asked me to go through his "junk drawer" and see if there were items I wanted.
That man kept every single gas station knife (complete with fake dragon inlay) Chinese throwing star, throwing knives and pointy object he ever took away from me. Must have been 30 old crappy knives and objects in there. I laughed so hard.
Organic_Mix2282@reddit
Stole my first pack of smokes from my father, he smoked Sportsman plain, two puffs I was green. Shoved them in a drawer and forgot about em. Few months later decided I was going to try it again, pack was empty, he had been dipping into my stash when he ran out.
Intermountain-Gal@reddit
Why did you want to try something again that made you sick???
In kindergarten or 1st grade my best friend and I stole one of her mom’s cigarettes and lighter. One puff cured me. I coughed so hard I thought I was going to throw up. I decided adults were stupid to smoke! My friend was also cured, btw.
Organic_Mix2282@reddit
Good for you
Intermountain-Gal@reddit
It was an honest question. Why did you decide to try cigarettes again after your first experience? I really don’t understand.
Wldchld73@reddit
Me: Baby Alive...Santa didn't realize she pooped and peed.
My brothers: my uncle got them wrist rockets that mysteriously disappeared.
Suspicious-Low1281@reddit
I left my one hitter in my pocket so it went through the laundry. I didn't realize it until my Mom pulled it out at a party at our house ready to use it!
plnnyOfallOFit@reddit
never had drugs in the home or any contraband. They just couldn't handle how i never brushed my hair.
They tried to reverse stealth confiscate by putting a hairbrush on my dresser
Weird-Ninja8827@reddit
The little clicker on the Big Wheel.
TNTmom4@reddit
All the time. My favorite dolls. My brothers paperback copy of Jaws, his video football game ( hand held 1973) , cloths I BOUGHT with my own money.
Sasquatchmas@reddit
I have a copy of Little Black Sambo. I think I found it at my grandparents house? No one ever took it away from me and I only realized how bad it was when I became an adult. Also, there was a restaurant in Seattle at the time called Little Black Sambo. I think it was on 4th ave s. my family used to go eat there. Cringe.
hmmmpf@reddit
I grew up with my dad’s Little Black Sambo, too! My favorite was the tigers running around and around until they turned into butter or something. I, too, did not realize how awful that book was until I was in my teens or so.
Sasquatchmas@reddit
The last story in the book was Little Kettle Head. Lost her head by playing in the fire. She got a kettle as a head and it clinked when she cried. Santa brought her a baby doll head. Weird story!
Fairycharmd@reddit
I still have the better homes and gardens children’s collection with a copy of Little Black Sambo from the 20s. The rest of the book isn’t quite as awful but it’s no longer in a public part of my library.
Expensive_Rhubarb_87@reddit
Not my toy, and I was a freshman in high school. I got bored of Piers Anthony, the bazillionth Dragonlance novel, Stephen King was a good one.
Then I brought home Lady Chatterly. (Cause of the soft core young lady Chatterly skinemax movie)
I think I got maybe half a chapter before it vanished off my bedside table.
im_dead_sirius@reddit
How different things can be. My parents read "The Happy Hooker", an autobiography by a Dutch prostitute, and when they finished, my brother and I read it. I was about 11 or 12. I remember the book was interesting, especially many of the pictures.
Mom decided we must be approaching puberty then, and requested some books on puberty and sex from a mail library service, perhaps out of Edmonton, since we lived in a remote place and the small town library would be limited. I am sure discretion played a part too.
hmmmpf@reddit
My parents had “Everything you wanted to know about Sex…” on the back bookshelf. My sister and I were well educated, even though we didn’t understand much of it by the age of 11.
Mysterious_Can_6106@reddit
I had an 8 track tape of the Village People. I loved it and played it over and over till one day it was just gone. I remember asking my mom about it and she acted like I imagined having it the first place!!! WTH mom?!? lol
I have to admit I have done it to my son when he was 4 or 5. He had a transformer thing that was made by MegaBlocks. It was sitting on the entertainment center and I dropped it when I was dusting. It broke into a million pieces!! I told my son we would send it back to MegaBlocks, they would repair it and send it back. In the trash it went, without a second thought on my part. A few months went by and I thought he forgot all about it till one day he said something along the lines of “why are they taking so long to fix it?” I felt so bad, I wanted to crawl under a rock and die.
He is now 30 and still remembers every detail of that dumb toy. I was honest and told him I threw it away… you would have thought I killed his puppy. He was like mom, why would have lied 🤥 I didn’t really have a response to why I lied just told him I thought it was the right thing to do, then reminded him that he did not come with directions m, I was flying by the seat of my pants, what the hell, I still am 🤣🤣🤣
fshrmn7@reddit
I still have several 8 track tapes that I had totally forgotten about. Now I just need an 8 track player that works. 🤔 Where to find one? Kmart maybe? 🤣
hmmmpf@reddit
Sears, that’s where you’ll find it. Sears.
Mysterious_Can_6106@reddit
Kmart 🤣
tn-dave@reddit
I'm kinda surprised my KISS Destroyer 8 track made it....lol
ThatGirl_Tasha@reddit
In sixth grade we used to stuff our bras with toilet paper. Some of the girls had them fall out at school. I thought I was ahead of the game. I sewed in the tp.
But one day my Frankenstein bra disappeared from my drawer . And later my mom bought me a much more civilized padded bra.
hep632@reddit
I developed early, and my first name rhymes with "Dolly" so I give you one guess what the kids in middle school called me 🤷♀️
hmmmpf@reddit
Oh gods. I am so sorry. Our early developer was Effie in 4th grade. I think we were probably kind of awful to her, and I have always been ashamed of that.
R_437@reddit
My ✨ouija✨ board!!
hmmmpf@reddit
My daughter got one for Xmas one year because I had fond memories of playing with one as a kid, and figuring out who was making the thingy move. My sister then instructed my daughter and her 2 cousins (all under about 12 years old to try to contact our dead father who had died just 3 months before Christmas. All the girls felt really uncomfortable, and that Ouji Board never came out of the box again. WHAT was my sister thinking?
hmmmpf@reddit
Before I had a kid, I really enjoyed sending my sister loud children’s toys on purpose. After I had my own kid, I apologized to her.
My parents disappeared things like the moon boots (strap on springs that you bounce up and down on,) because my brother split his chin wide open on it. The Slip ‘n’ Slide disappeared when my sister tore her knee open on a briar thorn that had been missed in my dad’s weeding—stitches for her, too.
I disappeared the card game Moose in the House and the videotape of “Babe” because if I had to hear that movie or play that game one more time, I was considering infanticide.
No_Builder7010@reddit
A beat up 70s-era 3-wheeler. I 57F) was 8 and we lived in farmland so I quickly became very proficient on that rust bucket. I spun that beast all over our field. All 50 lbs of me.
I was obsessed with that thing for the couple months we had it. I managed to talk my 17yo sister into a ride, with me at the helm. It was a blast! On our way back, we had to crossed a shallow, dry ditch that Dad had thrown a few fencepost pieces down for traction. On our way up the other side of the ditch, my sister's much heavier weight started to tip us over. She jumped off and pulled me free before the red menace could crush me!
The next day, Dad said it broke and he sold it to some guy who was going to fix it up. Dad promised to buy a newer, nicer one. I bugged him for decades (or so it seemed) but no more ATVs for our family. 😢
fshrmn7@reddit
I remember those. My neighbor had one that we used to ride as kids. They were so much fun, but could be dangerous
No_Builder7010@reddit
Super dangerous!
rharper38@reddit
My lovey-blanket. Disappeared while I was at the babysitter's one day. I wigged out. Apparently I was too old for it. I was in 2nd grade. I slept with it. And my mom knew she had messed up, because she didn't like it when she was a kid and it was done to her. I have never done that to my kids.
What_if_I_fly@reddit
My sister stepped on my lovey blanket with gum on her shoe, so Mom said it had to go. I bawled a bit because I had it since birth, and I was in first grade.
rharper38@reddit
I say we get really good blankets now and just tote them around.
What_if_I_fly@reddit
Hellz yes! I'll grab one with the wide luxe feeling pink satin border in memory of my OG blankie.
rharper38@reddit
I used to call that border tickly stuff. It just makes the blanket.
Gafwaafaa@reddit
Yeah and now I'm doing it to my kids. All you "fun uncles" out there that keep on buying gifts that have speakers and batteries: Bad idea.
Gafwaafaa@reddit
You are all evil.
Dangerous-Baker-9756@reddit
Sib wouldn't help with gift ideas for kiddo's 2nd birthday. Kiddo ended up with the Fisher price popcorn Popper, Fisher price xylophone, and Fisher price drum.
That was the last time gift suggestions weren't provided when requested.
SD18491@reddit
You do realize we purposely buy the ones that annoy the parents the most. You're welcome dear sister
EmbarrassedAge7612@reddit
Saved up for a summer mowing lawns and got a Mike McGill Skull & Snake deck. It was my first professional board. Dad hated that I skated and thought the board was a waste of money. Mom thought since it was a Skull and Snake it was satanic.
Woke up one morning to head to school, got to the garage and reached for my board. Felt this odd weight and looked down in horror at this WalMart Variflex plywood mess of a board. I ran in to confront my parents and they flat out told me they had no idea what I was talking about. Someone must have switched out boards in the middle of the night.
I was hot at this point. On my way to look for the criminal that pulled the old switch-a-roo. No such luck.
A week later I spotted a neighbor setting up a garage sale. It was too late for him as I spotted my board in his hands. I stormed over and asked why he stole it. He explained that my parents brought it over for him to sell. Something about teaching me about skateboarding being a waste of time and money.
It was marked for a dollar so I bought it back. His son who was 5 was sad because he was promised he could have it if no one bought it. I brought him the unused variflex and he seemed pretty happy but he really liked that skull on mine.
My parents still maintained they were not part of whatever the neighbors story was and that he was crazy. I saw them later apologizing for the trouble.
Three years later we ended up moving out of the neighborhood. My old McGill deck was hanging on the wall in my garage. As we packed up I walked it over to the kid next door and let him have it. He smiled and thanked me. My parents never admitted their guilt.
EllaMcWho@reddit
I am infuriated on your behalf
EmbarrassedAge7612@reddit
It’s appreciated. I stopped trying to understand my parents years ago.
Thick_Journalist7232@reddit
Nothing stealth about it, but when I was about 7 (1977ish), my mom decided she’d had enough of the drum kit someone gave us and declare a “jump on the drums party”. My younger brother was all into it. I remember not wanting to miss the actual jumping, but also knowing there’d be no drums after that
revcraigevil@reddit
Stepmom took my D&D books.
PeanutTimely6846@reddit
The >!bitch!<
jking7734@reddit
I think the thing my parents disappeared that I was truly grieved over was my dog. I had a beautiful Maltese. He was my constant companion. I came home one day and my parents told me he’d run away. They even helped me look for him. I found out years later that they’d given my dog away. The dog had torn up the finish on a door in our house and the landlord didn’t like it.
2_Bagel_Dog@reddit
I can empathize. My mom had a bad habit of getting dogs and then getting rid of them very shortly after. While I know it's crazy now, I still fear I killed the beagle by carrying it too much. So I've been repaying that debt my whole adult life (adopting troubled beagles).
jking7734@reddit
I’m sure you’ve paid that karma back and a lot of more! Is it really that bad that you loved him to death?
Pretty-Concentrate33@reddit
My brother and I came home from school one day & our parents had taken both of our cats & had them put down. Only ours- kept my sister's 2 Himalayans- but murdered the cats we loved, mine was literally my only source of love at the time but it made me step mother angry that it didn't like anyone else in the family, only me. They told us like it was nothing and acted like we had no reason to be upset about it. Dammit, when I end up saying this stuff out loud, I realize just how fucked up my family was!
bone_creek@reddit
Wow, that’s truly awful of them. I’m sorry.
Pristine-Speaker-768@reddit
I can relate. They gave away my favorite cat, I was devastated. My litter let it slip years later that one of the kids of the people they gave it to killed her with a brick for fun. Yeah, im still angry about it.
MartinMcFly55@reddit
Same thing happened to me, we didn't have a landlord though. What's the matter with those people?
tkkana@reddit
My grandmoms tarot deck.
jimbobwe-328@reddit
I didn't confiscate my step son's Hustler, but I did take a Sharpie and redact all the fun bits.
PeanutTimely6846@reddit
Diabolical....
Got_Bent@reddit
My grandfather gave me a WW1 trench periscope, the real deal and my mom took it away because I could look into windows, she said. I got it back years later when she sold the house, I went looking for and found it in the attic.
Intermountain-Gal@reddit
I hope you still have that!
Got_Bent@reddit
My older brother has it now.
fshrmn7@reddit
I'd definitely mention something to him about getting it back if he ever decides to get rid of it.
DustAfter@reddit
Any cassette tapes, t-shirts or books my mom thought was inappropriate.
SpookyBeck@reddit
My necronomicon book i stole from bookland around 1993. I was around 14.
SkinTeeth4800@reddit
Is that the one where each chapter was a ritual?
I enjoyed talking with this guy in my 7th grade who had The Necronomicon in paperback and told he had done the rituals and gotten up to "The Gate of Nergal" in the book, so far.
He showed me the book in English class. I had read a few Lovecraft stories by then.
I was very surprised that, in its pages, the book didn't seem to have any references to Cthulhu or Nyarlathotep or whatnot, beyond the Lovecraft name-drops on the front and back covers. It seemed only to be full of Ancient Mesopotamian gods.
Am I remembering right? Was this the same one you had?
SpookyBeck@reddit
I did not get very far, i remember the 7 rings of hell or something like that.
Usuallyinmygarden@reddit
My torn and beloved T-shirt with Mickey Mouse and dancing bears and the words “The wonderful world of the Grateful Dead.” Miss that T. I just know you tossed it, mom.
Intermountain-Gal@reddit
I think I’ve seen that for sale somewhere online.
Usuallyinmygarden@reddit
I don’t want to *replace* it; I want my old, worn, soft T with a few holes. This was also the phase where I had a braid woven into my hair with a bell. My parents were bummed. 🤣
Practical_Wind_1917@reddit
I lost a lot of GI Joes, transformers and Star Wars toys. In the 80’s we would buy them from other garage sales in the area for our toys growing up.
Well the 90’s hit, we would go backpacking for Boy Scouts and mom would have a garage sale. We lots a lot of the good old toys to those garage sales.
trashytasting@reddit
My leather jacket when I was a teenager. I got in trouble for losing it when she had hidden it at my older sister’s house.
Bushwazi@reddit
EZ Wider tee shirt I got for free at a concert as a teen…
Grouchy_Vet@reddit
In high school, I came home from school and my room was clean and all my AC/DC records were gone
SpiritualCriticism48@reddit
Your mom probably watched an episode of Donahue—something that had to do with the Satanic Panic.
Abpoe77@reddit
We had several videos played during Sunday school and whole teachings on Wednesday nights. Only thing I really remember about it was some of the images and if you put an egg in front of a loudspeaker you can turn it into a hardboiled egg. Still waiting to try that one.
Abpoe77@reddit
Satanic panic?
perseidot@reddit
Google it. Really. It’s just too much too explain
Abpoe77@reddit
Oh I lived through it too.
tultommy@reddit
She was afraid you were going to play them backwards and summon satan.
Ali6952@reddit
I also had little black samboo. I wonder if thats why I love pancakes?
jking7734@reddit
Did they also take your copy of Br’er Rabbit and the Tar Baby? Yeah mine disappeared. I wasn’t heart broken or anything. I just noticed it missing. As an adult I wonder WHY it was ever even allowed to be gifted to me.
CornStrategy@reddit
Atari 2600 and all the cartridges.
I don’t really know what happened to it. I remember the years I played jt, browsed the Sears Christmas catalog for games, and read Atari Age. And then there were the years it just wasn’t there. When I went off to college and my parents moved, I imagined that it’d been sitting in a box in the garage all those years and that it’d show up at the new house. But it didn’t.
Decades later, right after my dad passed, my brother told me that my dad had actually grown frustrated over how much we played the Atari. One day, in a rage, he threw it and all the games in the dumpster.
ApatheistHeretic@reddit
My parents were always up front with confiscations. I lost my 'sword of omens' due to a living room lamp being in the way..
Doja_Gnat@reddit
That one L7 tshirt with the guys face strapped to the ladies crotch.
vinegar@reddit
Smell The Magic
Doja_Gnat@reddit
THANK YOU I only got to wear it twice before Mum nicked it and I could not remember what it said, just the image lol
Feeling-Resident-857@reddit
my new violent femmes shirt disappeared back in 1992. im still mad. i had to go all the way to Houston to buy that shirt & i only got to wear it once.
sola_mia@reddit
My ripped up Levi 501s.
DisgruntledEnby@reddit
Any and all markers - my mum claimed colouring in with markers was "too easy". 😒
GboyFlex@reddit
I had inherited my middle brothers lawn darts set when he moved out when I was 6. He placed it in my closet and said "have fun". He was the type to put me in a clothing hamper and roll me down the staircase. Within a few months it was gone... Looking back I think he was low-key trying to kill me 0.o
hep632@reddit
My favorite jeans that were ripped in all the right places disappeared in the laundry. To add to mom's evil genius, I started doing my own laundry.
spanners101@reddit
Yeah, my favourite ripped jeans and my holey Dead Kennedys T shirt. I’m gonna ask her about them next time we talk!!
NutmegKK@reddit
We would get puppies/ dogs throughout my childhood and they would not be there when I got back home from school. They “went missing”. I would be sad but got over it quickly enough
Elusive_strength2000@reddit
My dad stealthily got rid of the stray kitten I’d adopted, while I was out babysitting. 😱
Lopsided_Panic_1148@reddit
My diary. After I made an entry about a guy I had a one night stand with, she apparently found it and I never saw it again.
Rhalellan@reddit
Wait. What? How old were you?
Lopsided_Panic_1148@reddit
I was in my 20s. I edited my original comment to show that. It was the early 90s.
amandatheactress@reddit
My diary disappeared too, when I was 13 years old. A boy I liked had passed me a note and I put it in my diary along with my thoughts. A couple of days later it was gone, diary and all. Up to that point I didn’t think my mother ever went into my room, heaven knows she never tidied it, made my bed, or did ANY other type of housework of ANY description, and where I’d hidden it she was very obviously snooping.
Stupid thing was, if she had just read it and put it back, I’d have never known and would’ve just keep writing in it, and she could’ve just kept reading it. Instead I learned a very valuable lesson that she was a nosy bitch and couldn’t be trusted.
JudgeJuryEx78@reddit
Not my parents, but when my son was small and the grandparents bought him loud, obnoxious toys I stealthly made sure they found their way to the grandparents' houses when they watched him.
CornwallBingo@reddit
I do the exact same thing. Especially since both my father and MIL think it's hilarious to give us shrill musical toys until these items show up at their house.
MorningBrewNumberTwo@reddit
Intermountain-Gal@reddit
My mom bought one of those for a New Year’s Eve party! Afterwords she gave it to my littlest brother. It disappeared shortly after that.
HarveyMushman72@reddit
I had the firefighter version. It too, went away
TWonder_SWoman@reddit
Gnip Gnop lasted one day.
AbleAccount2479@reddit
I loved that game!
1leftbehind19@reddit
I remember being so happy that I managed to buy the first Andrew Dice Clay cassette when I was at the mall with my best friend and his mom. I got home and as quick as possible ran to my room and popped that tape in my Walkman and tossed the headphones on. Well my 12 year old dumbass sitting there laughing hysterically drew the attention of my mom. She came in my room and wanted to hear what was so funny. I was like, no mom you wouldn’t like this it’s stupid, blah blah blah. She listened to it for a few minutes, and needless to say I didn’t get to hear dirty nursery rhymes again for a long time.
TwistinInTheWind@reddit
My boyfriend and I say "what's in the bowl bitch" entirely too often but at appropriate times.
tn-dave@reddit
Your Mom didn't appreciate the Hickory Dickory Dock rhymes?
Fur_Nurdle_on67@reddit
That was literally the first one that popped into my head
cnski@reddit
My mom found my stash box in my room when I was in high school. I went to grab it and it was gone from where I kept it. The next day when I got home from school it was back in its place but empty. Nothing was said.
MixOdd5494@reddit
The silence would’ve scared me more than getting yelled at honestly. Moms have a way of delivering disappointment so quietly it stays with you for years.
AnUnexpectedUnicorn@reddit
Ha, I read Little Black Sambo way back in the day too! Yeah, not so appropriate. 😬 I dont remember my parents sneaky confiscating anything, but I did a few times with my kids, mostly things that caused arguments.
Intermountain-Gal@reddit
I had “Little Black Sambo” in a Golden Book. I loved the story. (I loved anything with an animal in it). I remember this one image of the tiger running around a palm tree and turning into butter! My mom taught me about India using that book and some she got at the library.
Green_Aide_9329@reddit
My parents didn't make anything disappear, however I made the Enid Blyton book The Three Golliwogs disappear from the collection I had that I passed to my kids. Straight in the bin.
skiphandleman@reddit
My homemade nunchucks
Cowboy_Buddha@reddit
You mean stole from me, like the thief she was:
My pictures from high school, memories, important stuff.
A shirt I had from an older brother, who later died in a logging accident.
A plaid zoot suit sport coat, it was a hoot.
Snow pants for snow skiing that I paid $65 for.
tc_cad@reddit
My parents split when I was 18. Mom kept the house but I went with my Dad. After a year, my Mom wanted to sell the house, and my Dad wanted to buy it from her. Through the lawyers it got done, and when my Dad and I moved back in, the house was almost completely empty. My Mom took everything. My Dad built almost all the furniture in the house. Only two pieces remained in the house. The coffee table and a bookshelf my Dad made.
My Mom died in February. I’ve been going through her house. I found so much of my stuff and my Dad’s stuff I took it all back. Photos, coin collection, tools, CDs and tapes, and all my report cards as well as my Dad’s diploma and health records. So much stuff my Mom took. Oddly, I’ve never found any of the furniture my Dad had made in my Mom’s house. I guess she sold it or threw it all away.
Cowboy_Buddha@reddit
That sounds so horrible. I can’t imagine.
tc_cad@reddit
My Mom was vindictive and would continue to bash my Dad decades after the divorce. I asked her to stop bashing in front of my kids, they loved their grandpa. Yet, my Mom was reviled for her charitable work, feeding the homeless, baking for children in transition housing and tens of thousands of monetary donations. So kind to so many and exceptionally angry at my Dad. To me and my sisters we all agree that Dad was the glue that held the family together. Because after the split, Dad kept hosting Thanksgiving and Christmas. The last Thanksgiving before Dad passed was one of the very best as he managed to get almost all the entire family, and some uncles aunts and cousins all together. It was so much fun to see everyone so happy. I feel like Dad knew his days were numbered and he wanted his last Thanksgiving to be remembered. I sure remember it.
Cowboy_Buddha@reddit
One of the patterns narcissists exhibit is being nice and making a show out of it because they like the positive reputation, but behind closed doors when no one is looking, they turn into the meanest nastiest people, screaming and making false accusations. It’s a Jekyll and Hyde thing, so they can preserve their deniability and keep up the facade.
I’m glad you enjoyed the last holidays with your dad, it sounds like he put a lot of effort into making happy memories.
tc_cad@reddit
Yes. My Dad was a good man. Not perfect but good. He loved his family and took care of us all. In his retirement he would work on things in his garage with the big door open, neighbors would visit and the kids would come and get my Dad to fix their bikes. I asked him once if anyone had inspired him to be the way he was, and he told me his Uncle was a very generous and kind person and my Dad adored him. My Dad is gone, but my Great Uncle is still around. I talk with that Great Uncle often now, he told me he misses my Dad greatly.
Antique-Ant5557@reddit
Coming from a different angle, I'm always a little saddened when I go visit my best friend's family and notice toys I got for the kids -who consider me an uncle- are gone from the shelves. I take a lot of time and am very intentional with the gifts I give to the kids. Honestly, I'd prefer it if they gave them back to me, but.... 🤷
colojason@reddit
My parents were divorced and both remarried in a year. I was 10 at the time. I lived with my dad and his wife and my mom and her husband would give me all kinds of cool shit and within a few days of having them back at my dad’s they would disappear. My dad’s wife would rifle thru all my shit and throw away whatever she didn’t like.
I definitely remember her throwing a switchblade comb and I think I had a butterfly knife that she threw away.
As I got older in my teens I would hide Playboys and such and she would throw those away too and tell me she didn’t want them in HER house. I just learned to hide them better.
They acted shocked when I moved out at 18.
The icing on the cake was after I moved out I went back maybe a month later to get the rest of my stuff (collectibles, books, clothes, etc) and she had already thrown it all away.
When my dad died a decade ago I cut her out of my life and she just couldn’t understand why.
Cowboy_Buddha@reddit
This is why some people don’t get visited in the nursing home, they abused their kids, so their kids want nothing to do with them when they are old.
Pristine_Frame_2066@reddit
I had to make a Disney Baby Pocahontas doll disappear because my 4 yo stuck her in a chair and it sat in the dark staring at me when I let the dogs out in the middle of the night. Biggest eyes and long hair.
She got donated.
But after she disappeared my kid said “ I KNEW IT. i KNEW SHE MOVED.” And my older kid said “Told ya it was creepy.”
kkbobomb@reddit
Two decades later I still feel awful about “disappearing” my daughter’s winnie-the-pooh stuffie while she was at her dad’s. I’d never seen her play with it, but it only took her two seconds to ask where it went.
No-Ambition7750@reddit
Mysteries of the Unknown Witches volume.
BeneGurl@reddit
Play-doh 😒
SparkysMachine@reddit
The poster from inside my Van Halen album (Women and Children First) - the one with David Lee Roth tied to a chain link fence. My mom found it scandalous!
Front-Cat-2438@reddit
For real! A friend of mine bought this poster for me when we were 14, and I thought Diamond Dave and his obviously stuffed leather pants and pouty lips was insanely funny so I put it on my closet door. My father asked my mother if I was into bondage, I heard years later. I was just inti mocking David Lee Roth and his “I’m the sexiest” fur chest and painful spread.
BadAssWitchyMomma@reddit
Exactly this but with Prince’s Controversy album. The fold out poster was him in a shower with a gstring and a belly chain on. Mom vetoed the poster as “vulgar” but never took the next step to listen to the lyrics thank god! 🤣
rebelangel@reddit
Some of my plushies. They disappeared during a move and I’m pretty my parents got rid of them because they thought a teenager was too old to have plushies. They even got rid of my favorite childhood plushie, but I managed to find one just like it a couple years ago.
RustySilver42@reddit
Yep. I was collecting teddy bears. I put them all in the same bag with the blanket my Grandma made me. We got to the new house and the bag didn't.
Mom was all "oh, that's too bad."
Then my sister was using her blanket and Mom wanted to know where mine was. I told her it disappeared with my teddy bears.
She exploded at me.
Apparently, she had donated the toys and therefore the blanket and was really mad I had put the blanket in there.
Like I knew she was going to donate my favorite toys?
I mean, in hindsight, I should have.
Dtradd@reddit
I had a worn copy of “the little red school-book” in sixth or seventh grade. I learned about casual sex and questioning authority before it disappeared. Years later I found what was left of it in my dad’s workshop, under lots of sawdust.
ThemeDependent2073@reddit
I was 19 and this old man I was taking care of gave me a bunch of dirty paperbacks. X rated stuff. Dad found them and they disappeared. They didn't even go into his closet that had all the Playboys, Penthouse mags, and so on. I looked! So pictures were okay but not raunchy stories. lol whatever
Elgiard@reddit
The notary stamp I bought for two dollars at a yard sale. Only it wasn't stealth confiscated, they just straight up took it and told me I wasn't getting it back.
Szarn@reddit
My favorite outfit. I was probably like 5 and would have worn it every. Single. Day. It had pants instead of a skirt and didn't have lace or bows or other itchy girly nonsense.
Mom put it in a garage sale when she thought I wasn't looking. The BETRAYAL when I saw it on that table...
ExternalGiraffe9631@reddit
Waste-Translator8627@reddit
I had a chance to see George Carlin live when I was in junior high. I stepped out of the show to use the restroom and of course stopped by the merch booth, unsupervised. I bought a shirt with George’s face on the front and on the back it said “Simon says go fuck yourself.” I got to wear it three times before my mom found it and it disappeared forever.
longlivenapster@reddit
The Hungry Hungry Hippos game and my Muppets drum set 🥁🥁🥁🚫🚫🚫🤨🤨🤨
Ok_Knee1216@reddit
My horse was given to my parents friends daughter without my consent.
My mom's drunk friend backed into my parked car at our house and totaled it. I was not allowed to use insurance, because it would make the friend look bad.
noseleaptilbklyn@reddit
Spin Art
johninfla52@reddit
My AC/DC concert jersey.....just disappeared along with the bottle of brandy a friend brought me home from France😁
steeltoedgeek@reddit
My parents disappeared my Star Wars toys. Like, all of them, just…poof! Talk about Gen X trauma.
VerbalGuinea@reddit
They hid them and years later put them on eBay. 😂
Dogzillas_Mom@reddit
My stepsister lent me a bunch of vinyl albums to dub onto cassettes. One of those was J Geils Band. The last song on the album was called Piss on the Wall. (Or piss up the wall, I don’t remember.) My dad had apparently checked out the album covers and when we got to that song, he sprang up and stopped the recording. I thought it was a stupid song anyway.
And I was supposed to be banned from Prince as well, but by then I learned to write an acceptable playlist on the cassette liner notes and he’d never know what I was actually listening to because Walkman. He just taught me to lie better with that over protective crap.
lovemesomezombie@reddit
My cat. :(,
Ok_Arachnid1089@reddit
Oh my god
DanishWhoreHens@reddit
My Berlin cassette with “Blue Movie” on it, the VHS’s of Endless Love and Children of the Corn. And my Seventeen magazine because I was “only 15.”
Joke’s on her though since I was FAR more interested in the movie “Summer Lovers” about a summer threesome. I couldn’t care less about “Endless Love” but I musta watched Summer Lovers over 20 times.
theory2u@reddit
My Rolling Stone Magazine issue with a naked John Lennon hugging Yoko.
ston3d_eye@reddit
Green Day dookie album. Mom told me she took it years later and I never noticed it missing.
frog980@reddit
I had a whistle thing that you could almost play a tune on out of a cereal box. I found it in a cubby hole on a thing that hung on the wall by accident one day. Hmmmm wonder how it got there mom.
Havacookiewhydontcha@reddit
My gifted pachinko machine vanished without a trace one day. I played with it constantly when I first got it, trying to drop all the balls through before they popped out the bottom. It. Was. So. Loud. ❤️
After much play, I eventually put it away and forgot about it. Later on, when I went to find it in my closet, it was gone. My mother claimed she didn’t know where it was. It was 100% gone from the house and no one knew anything. LIES. I will never forget. ☹️
ericamutton@reddit
In 6th grade, I tried to ollie on a skateboard down a flight of 10 stairs. Me and one of my feet landed perfectly. My other foot, however, was very badly sprained.
This was not the first time I injured myself on a skateboard, but, it was the worst injury I ever had.
My Mom was less than pleased.
My skateboard disappeared later that night, while I slept.
Goodbye, beautiful, beautiful Powell Peralta Tommy Guerrero skateboard. I still miss you to this day.
dmitrineilovich@reddit
No stealth, just stealing.
When I was 17 or so my (great) uncle passed away in an auto accident. He was a tinkerer, a clock maker, small engine mechanic. He lived with his mother (my great grandmother). She gave me his air pistol, since she knew I loved using it (on paper targets).
This was no airsoft pistol. It was a .22 cal Winchester target pistol, single shot with a molded hand grip and adjustable sights. Used pellets, not BBs. Very similar to the one pictured.
When I went to college, I couldn't take it with me. So I packed it away with books and stuff and put it in the attic.
Came home from summer break and it was mysteriously missing from the box. When I asked where it was my parents gaslit me, trying to convince me I never had it in the first place. I knew they didn't like that i had it. I tore the house apart but never found it. Pisses me off, too. It's worth over $250 now.
Joke was on them, however; I joined the army and learned WAAAAY more about "evil" firearms.
BallisticHabit@reddit
Was it a break barrel or a pump action pellet pistol?
Benjamin Sheridan made a really nice pump pistol as well.
dmitrineilovich@reddit
Break barrel. I took really good care of it (while I had it). I even wanted my father to take me to a gun shop to get a proper cleaning kit for it (no Amazon back then). Maybe that's what set him off, I dunno.
TrainingLow9079@reddit
When I was like 13, I had a crush on River Phoenix and my parents confiscated "My Own Private Idaho" when I rented it from Blockbuster. I was pretty annoyed--but I had to admit I knew nothing about the movie other than River Phoenix was in it. (I think he plays a hustler)
Wino_Panda@reddit
I walked out back as a teen and my dad and uncle were drinking my Old Milwaukee beer while barbecueing. I guess i didn't hide it very well. Dad just held eye contact and basically was daring me to say something. I said nothing.
Rogue_Apostle@reddit
Oh wow. You just unlocked a memory. My grandma had a dog named Sambo. Yes, it was a black dog. 😬
We had the book so I knew where the name was from, but I guess I buried that memory.
PuzzleheadedBobcat90@reddit
My favorite restaurant when I was a lid was Sambo's because of the artwork of the book on the wall. I was probably 6 years old the last time we went. Next time we went it was a Denny's
GeoHog713@reddit
I bought Appetite for Destruction at least 4 times
MediumAd3331@reddit
GNR Lies disappeared for me
rpbm@reddit
Twice for me. Excellent album.
BallisticHabit@reddit
Well, it was a banger of an album.
My ma had an issue with Slayer, though. The pentagram on the cover was too much.
I successfully kept the Metallica hidden on a bootlegged cassette until I bought the cds.
I probably bought all of Metallica's first 5 albums three or four times each, so fuck you Lars for ruining Napster.
GeoHog713@reddit
But the original cover art was a little rough
nunyabizthewiz@reddit
Shoot, my mom bought that for me when I was 10
jaydrian@reddit
As a kid I came across a black trash bag of toys in our creepy basement. I guess mom tossed them down there in hopes we wouldn't be brave enough to go down there.
Lcky22@reddit
Rock tumbler definitely after one use
Electronic-Jury8825@reddit
In high school, a friend of mine made a t-shirt with an acronym that we tried to pretend was innocent but could be taken as objectionable. We were the epitome of juvenile idiots.
My mother asked what it meant and I made something up. But my always helpful sister told her what it meant, so one time it went into the laundry hamper and never made it back to my room.
Guess I should have just started doing my own laundry, but I was a lazy shit.
nic5678@reddit
Idk they would have needed to actually pay attention to my belongings to make something disappear.
Now as a parent myself, I kick my daughter’s recorder under the couch.
PuzzleheadedBobcat90@reddit
My parents were also of the 'out of sight, out of mind" parents and I was very good at not being seen.
azlmichael@reddit
Jarts.
pdxtee@reddit
My Holly Hobby stove & baby blanket. Gave them away while I was in school. I came home & immediately noticed. I’m still mad.
AdmiralJaneway8@reddit
I am completely mad on your behalf with you.
agatehounder@reddit
D&D books, because it was satanic
pdxtee@reddit
I couldn’t play the game or watch the cartoon
LuceLeakey@reddit
When I was in high school, I had a purple vinyl copy of Purple Rain. Some busybody wrote about Darling Nikki in the local paper. The next day when I came home from school it was gone. My parents had burned it in the wood furnace. I will never forgive them.
Money-Description-19@reddit
Bummer. My mom took away my (non purple) version when she learned I was playing it for my friends at a party. I did get it back eventually. Great song!
RichardSnoodgrass@reddit
I'd be pissed too as I believe the purple vinyl is rare and much sought after.
mburke6@reddit
I had two great uncles that were in the Pacific during WWII and one brought back some souvenirs. One was a Japanese Good Luck Flag that was given to me that I used to hang in my "fort" under the stairs. It must have been there for years. One day it wasn't there anymore. I don't remember if there was an explanation, but I suppose my mom probably thought it was morbid and disposed of it.
Buzz_Osborne@reddit
I had a shirt that I bought at a souvenir shop in the French Quarter that I thought was hilarious. It depicted rats having sex in every position imaginable all over the shirt. I was 15. I wore it once and never to be seen again…..
SamHandwich0@reddit
Bones brigade skeleton pants
Buzz_Osborne@reddit
Same!
YellowBreakfast@reddit
Oh it continues.
Any really annoying loud toy is subject to being "disappeared" once it's no longer the precious new toy.
Comprehensive_End751@reddit
A fur terrier rocking horse. Loved that thing. Never knew what happened to it. Found out recently that my maternal great grandfather bred and showed the same kind of dogs (he died before I was born and did my maternal grandmother). It likely was passed down through the family
CUNextTwosday@reddit
My mom got rid of my Best of Queen VHS bc she didn’t like how the band looked or sounded.
rogerm3xico@reddit
My cassette of 2 Live Crew As Nasty as They Wanna Be. To be fair, I was in fifth grade.
Sad-Masterpiece-9709@reddit
My Iron Maiden cassette. To be fair she did say if she heard it too loud one more time it’d disappear. (So just played Prince really loudly instead)
jaybirdjones72@reddit
Won one of those little square mirrors at the fair….said word of the day is legs spread the word. Disappeared next day
BonoboBuddy@reddit
Oh! I went to the library by myself a lot when wee. I used to get books out from the adults' side of the library even though I was supposed to be sticking to the kids' side (I outgrew Nancy Drew early), and one book I chose was particularly racy (I don't remember exactly what it was - just bits)... One evening, I saw that my mom had found it, and was reading it in the living room. I valiantly tried to distract her - brought her my copy of White Fang and told her it was MUCH better.
She was having none of it. Kept reading.
Never saw that book again.
Longjumping_Bid1152@reddit
Multiple copies of Jane’s Addiction, Nothing Shocking. A pair of jeans that I ripped up and put back together with safety pins (they were awesome!)
Draco53@reddit
This'll be fun.
So when I was a teenager I had a dildo in my closet. One day while I was out my mom cleaned my room (which I didn't ask for but she's a bit of a neat freak) and the dildo just disappeared. Never saw it again.
I was simultaneously furious and embarrassed.
esquaz@reddit
A 45 of Prince’s Erotic City I bought as a 5th grader. Mom stuck it in her dresser drawer and I found it and listened to it whenever she was out
ennuiandapathy@reddit
My Whitesnake concert tee that said “Slide It In” on the back.
killslikeaninja@reddit
My first weed pipe ever!!!!! I used to hide it in the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon. I’m pretty sure my little sister narc me off.
My mom also scratched “dope drops” on my Visine bottle. Life was rough in the 80’s.
NaturalForty@reddit
You hid it in the cockpit of the Millenium Falcon? Not the secret compartment used for smuggling?
BallisticHabit@reddit
Chewey had the shit that killed Elvis.
storm_the_castle@reddit
Had a sweet Black Sabbath bandana with this huge demon on it... thanks, Satanic Panic.
KilroySmithson@reddit
My Fleetwood Mac 45 that I won in a costume contest at the YMCA Halloween overnight. All I remember is it had a black and white photo of a dog pulling on someone’s pant leg. No clue what the songs on it were.
unbroken_cycle@reddit
My 45 of Afternoon Delight by Starland Vocal Band. Suspect my Mum didn’t like 8 year old me wandering through the house singing the song.
BadJuJu-Weirdo@reddit
Tusk
Pretty-Care-7811@reddit
White Zombie shirt. Can't really blame her; I was like 15 at the time and it just disappeared.
starbellbabybena@reddit
My suicidal tendencies shirt has the same fate.
Existing_Bluebird541@reddit
For me it was certain shoes. She had a thing about what shoes I would wear. It was the early 80s.
MuddyPig168@reddit
Legos. Yes, I know the sets from 70s and 80s are not as nice as current sets, but I still liked them.
grptrt@reddit
Those older sets are superior for creatively building your own things.
MuddyPig168@reddit
I agree. I just think some of the newer sets have some really unique technical pieces that are useful
Viperlite@reddit
I had those giant creator sets with the pop-top lid, but mu Mom secretly handed them down to my nephews who lost pieces and destroyed the box. I presume they were then tossed out as I never saw them again when visiting their house.
starksfergie@reddit
I was 19-21, in college, but commuting, I had a concert/band t-shirt that had the word Fuck on it (and even wore it school once or twice), once my parents saw it, it went missing from my closet. I think my Dad threw it out, neither ever copped to it. Joke was on them, I rebought the shirt and still have it 35 years later ;)
xt0rt@reddit
Well... What is/was the shirt?
starksfergie@reddit
Inspiral Carpets - it had a cartoon cowhead on the front which said Moo! and above it said "Cool as Fuck"
xt0rt@reddit
Dope! Thanks for the reply! I hadn't heard the name Inspiral Carpets in a loooooooong time.
cugamer@reddit
I had a complete set of the second edition of Garbage Pail Kids that vanished and I'm pretty sure I know why.
SnooCapers1425@reddit
My Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom poster set from Procter and Gamble (I think I got it from some toothpaste promotion).
My mom threw away the posters because of some local moms got in her head it was satan worship or something.
Found the Procter & Gamble reference.
supershinythings@reddit
My Mom disappeared a butterfly knife gifted to me by my then-boyfriend.
I found it in the back of her nightstand and quietly “liberated” it back, then hid it better. What was I doing looking in her nightstand? Well when things went missing I usually had a good idea where they went.
Dad was much better at disappearing things. He just threw them out then feigned ignorance.
EverythingScrolling@reddit
No, my parents just didn't let me have any toys they deemed unsuitable or found annoying/loud. No Hungry Hungry Hippos, no Garbage Pail Kids, no Nintendo, and I couldn't have most toys that required batteries or made noise.
Auntie_Venom@reddit
I had Garbage Pail Kids, because my dad thought they were funny too, but my mom hated them. I wasn’t allowed anything that made a mess. No Legos or Play-Doh, but I did have a Lite Brite, but that’s only because it was a hand-me-down from my older half sisters. It was already in the house.
Now, I’m a Lego fiend! We’re DINKs, with an expensive Lego habit!
msretro1973@reddit
I wasn't allowed to have Garbage Pail Kids, either. 🥺
AliVista_LilSista@reddit
My cat. More than once.
IbelieveIcanWiFi@reddit
🥺
I-used2B-a-Valkyrie@reddit
I was very attached to a baby doll, “cuddles,” and a yellow checkered handmade quilt with a bunny on it that one of the residents at the nursing home my gran ran made for me. Both “disappeared” and I got gaslit. “What doll? What quilt?” “You must have left it at your mother’s.” “You must have left it at your father’s.” I am 50 and STILL trying to find a reasonable facsimile of both on eBay. I had a really shitty childhood and those were my only two companions. (My mother put my dog to sleep.)
Naive-Garlic2021@reddit
😕. I hope you find Cuddles' and bunny's twin some day. I lost some inanimate companions to the trash (done above board, but against my will) as they were deemed too ratty, and I still kind of miss them. My creatures and dollies all had fully developed personalities and were my friends. In recent years, I've pulled the rest of my old pals out of their boxes and they hang out all over my house now.
I-used2B-a-Valkyrie@reddit
I love that you’ve rescued them and they’re still hanging out at your house! ❤️
sunfish99@reddit
I had a toy stuffed parakeet that I absolutely loved, because he was mostly covered in velveteen, with little plastic feet. He was my little companion that came everywhere with me. Because of that, somewhere along the line he lost a foot.
One day the parakeet wasn't there any more. Come to find out that my mom had decided he needed to be tossed because he didn't have both feet any more. I was heartbroken thinking about him lying out in the trash somewhere, in the cold.
xt0rt@reddit
I do not like this and I'm so sorry 😞
MoparMedusa@reddit
I did not throw my kid's toy out but I met my husband on the porch, brandishing a Buzz Lightyear that just would not SHUT UP! It had been hours. After he stopped laughing, he showed me the smallest on and off button I have ever seen! I also bought my own screwdrivers so I could remove those stupid batteries when needed.
wino_whynot@reddit
Our toddler at the time had a wooden puzzle that made sounds. I think it was a knock off Melissa and Doug type thing. The battery was dying in the middle of the night and we could not get the stupid thing to shut up, it needed the smallest screwdriver ever to remove the batteries. So, we hucked it outside in the back yard, which has a short fence. The next morning, I’m sitting there, enjoying my coffee, watching a neighbor walk by with her skittish dog. Off of a sudden, we both hear “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
And it WILL NOT stop. Her dog is freaking out, I run out there barefoot and try to find it - under a rose bush of course. I had to go buy a mini screw driver to shut it off at 8am.
OkAd8714@reddit
This was NOT stealth at all but my grandmother bought me Superstar Barbie when I was three.
For those not familiar, she was a “model” who came with a stand and a little plastic camera with a mechanism that made her switch “poses” on the stand. Said mechanism was very hard for my wee little paws to work, and naturally I pestered my mother incessantly to make it work.
I can remember standing in my granny’s kitchen, crying in frustration because yet again, I couldn’t get the camera to “work”. Stupid, stupid Barbie kept falling off her stand. I thrust the toy at my mother for the millionth time, now in the throes of a full-on tantrum. Well, the poor woman had had enough, and she snatched that Barbie and her camera and threw it in the trash.
Yeah. I like to bring this up to her occasionally even now. 😂
lexi_prop@reddit
My sophomore year high school yearbook. I had a quite a few heartfelt messages written in it, including one from a boyfriend nobody liked.
My favorite pig stuffy that played music with a wind up key.
To be fair, I'm not sure if my parents disappeared these items ot my sociopathic brother did (he used to do anything he could to cause me distress). I'm NC with him now, don't worry!
Mediocre-Life-4784@reddit
My mom got rid of all of my GI Joe and Star Wars toys one weekend I was at my dad's. I had A LOT of Joe stuff too, including a bunch of homemade tents and sleeping bags my friend's grandma made for us. Over forty years later and I still get a little mad when I think about it.
eternallycynical@reddit
O boy. I respect your restraint
Sufficient_Stop8381@reddit
When I was really little, someone bought me a kid size rocking chair that had a chime noise that would play whenever it was rocked. My dad removed the sound box very quickly.
Intrepid_Practice956@reddit
There was one thing I confiscated from my son when he was 3 or 4. I forgot about it and so did he, but when I found it (20 years later) I offered it back and he didn't want it.
It was a little refrigerator magnet of a circa 2000 computer desk with a coffee cup on it. I think there was an AOL logo.
My mom had it on her fridge. He would press the coffee cup that made it play "you've got mail" and would run around the corner and run into the kitchen from the other door and press it again. I really thought he would hurt himself or break something, hurtling through the living room. That afternoon I stealthily threw it on top of a cabinet. Out of sight, out of mind.If he had been upset, I would have given it back, possibly without the battery.
WarpJuiceWookie@reddit
The fact I was adopted and did not tell me. I found out during 11th grade biology class on genetics.
jplantdes@reddit
My Pooh Bear, who was missing his nose and one eye. He disappeared one day when I was in the first grade, and I think it took me a couple weeks until I realized he was gone.
External-Dude779@reddit
Weed. My mom found weed and a pipe. It was 1987, I was 17 and was going over to a friend's house and went to my hiding place...... Ummmm......ohhhhshit.... Quietly left trying to remember if I did in fact put it in the same place I always put it. Mom never brought it up
Icy-Astronaut-9994@reddit
1984 Weed, my best Graphics (not Grafix) Bong, most of my pipes minus the one in my pocket.
Unlike you I ended up in lockup treatment.
Kid_supreme@reddit
No stealth confiscation, direct confiscation. My parents didn't mince works and they didn't give to shits about what made me happy. Go outside! Go play! gets in trouble with neighbors for loudly playing outside with other kids....."Why can't you stay out of trouble!". Then lose everything and gets grounded and had to stay home anyway, with even less to do. I didn't have it as bad as some of the other kids at least my parents wete employed and didn't like to touch kids.
kitty-yaya@reddit
Our piggy banks.
We were way too young to understand the truth and were told they had been taken to the bank. We had forgotten for years and years until adulthood and seriously regretted asking about it.
SXTY82@reddit
Silver coins. In the 70s we would always edge our change to look for silver and save them. I had rolls of dimes and quarters that mom kept. During the gas crisis a station in town was selling gas a dime a gallon if you paid in silver. Also, money was crazy tight back then. Longish story short, no silver coins by the mid 80s. Also ‘borrowed’ birthday money that never came back. But at this point in life, I get it. We needed to eat.
kitty-yaya@reddit
Yep. In addition, I had secretly been collecting coins of different kinds (I was NOT a coin collector, but you know kids have their stash of "cool things"). I had five silver dollars from my grandpa for my First Communion, 3 silver Kennedy half dollars, a half-cents from around 1830-1840ish (I found it in the floorboard of the apartment after the we moved into the upstairs apartment lived in by a very elderly couple) and every wheat penny minus 1939. All disappeared somehow.
I am sure my parents didn't know they meant anything special to me.
NoeTellusom@reddit
I had a beautiful speed racing bike (Centurion Cavaletto) that I planned to take to college to get around the big campus, get to work, maybe join a few cycling groups and she sold my $250 bike for $25 while I was in Europe on a student program.
When I got home and went to the garage to take a ride before packing it up for college, I was absolutely horrified. She never even apologized.
AnyBowl8@reddit
A mini skirt, a sweatshirt she hated, high heels I wasn’t allowed to wear.
alwaysmanders@reddit
My kids had a lot of toys go missing. My oldest (25) still asks me where that damn stick horse went. "Got lost in the move" is the 20 year answer.
ExquisitePreamble@reddit
My brother gave my two year old son a toy drum kit for his birthday. It went into a closet and later donated to a thrift shop.
I did threaten to give his daughter a puppy for Christmas one year
Bardamu911@reddit
when I was in like 6th grade my mom found some of my cassette tapes in my jacket pocket. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was INXS, Paula Abdul (???), and GnR Appetite for Destruction. I was so clueless at that time of my life that I really didn't see any difference between these artists, but my mom only confiscated GnR and let me keep the others. Hmmmm, something about that one was a little different, maybe I'll explore a little deeper. 3 months later I'm listening to Black Flag.
CapitalPermission878@reddit
When I was eight had a black pair of Gas/Gass gym shoes that I absolutely loved. My feet grew that summer and my shoes disappeared.
RedRamona@reddit
This got unapologetically yeeted one day in front of my crying toddler and we are all the better for it.
msretro1973@reddit
The "Meow meow meow meow" finally got to ya? 🤣 I still have this at my house for my granddaughter. Haha!
llamadander@reddit
My "FRANKIE SAY RELAX" t-shirt, in 8th grade. I had no idea what happened to it until years later. 😭
Abpoe77@reddit
My weed. Mom...
k8username@reddit
She needed it more than you did
_Smoky_Bear@reddit
Every kazoo I had as a child quickly went missing.
Turns out there was a decent sized stash of them atop the refrigerator in a basket.
Info source- my eldest brother about 10 years after the fact.
elphaba00@reddit
When my husband lived at home, his mom would routinely go in bedrooms and clear out things while the kids were at school. He said one day a book of fairy tales was gone. His mom admitted she took it and a few other things to the used bookstore. She probably used the credit to buy herself some celebrity biographies. Turns out that the fairy tale book had a handwritten message from my husband's paternal grandma, who died when he was young. He went to that bookstore for years, looking for that book.
Middle_Raspberry2499@reddit
:-(
Intrepid_Practice956@reddit
:-(
UnicornFarts1111@reddit
It wasn't toys (if it was, I never noticed them gone, they were just gone), but my favorite clothes would just one day, not be back in my closet or dresser.
One in particular was a little blue flowered dress. I wore it every chance I got. I know it had holes in it (hence why it disappeared). It didn't take me very long to realize it was missing, lol.
Wrong_Profession_512@reddit
My rock tumbler mysteriously disappeared from the basement before I ever got my first batch of polished rocks out of it
SushiGirlRC@reddit
😞
msretro1973@reddit
Oh my goodness, y'all will probably laugh, but this thing was by far one of my favorite things ever as a kid! I got it one time at an 89'ers baseball game with my grandma and her boyfriend. This horn was the most awesome, loud, obnoxious thing ever. My best friend and I even snuck out one night when we were 13 or so just to run up and down the road blowing this horn, then hiding so nobody would know it was us!
One day, my stepdad had just had enough of the racket, and he threw the horn in the trash. Somehow, I happened to see it before the trash was picked up and I reclaimed it from the trash can. Again, not too much later, he threw it away. Yet again, I confiscated it from the trash and enjoyed it a little while longer. I finally lost the battle, though, because he finally took it, broke it over his knee, and threw it away one final time.
If I had one today, I swear I would still play with it! Lol
k8username@reddit
I never threw my kids’ things away but some did take vacations on the top closet shelf. My first inclination for this beauty though was “oh that’s going out immediately!”
ProfessionalLeave335@reddit
One of my earliest memories was of a black kitten we had named Apples that I would hold tight against me in my crib and she would scratch me until inlet her go. She was gone one day and my mom told me that she grew up and ran off to live in the wild. When I got older she told me she accidentally ran over her backing out of the drive.
Significant-Emu1855@reddit
That’s awful. She should have just kept that to herself.
ProfessionalLeave335@reddit
Nah, I asked her and she was honest. She spared me the lesson when I was young but gave me the truth when I was old. It wasn't like she surprised me with it on my 5th birthday.
Ottomatica@reddit
My dad disappeared our cat. I spent years as a little kid calling for that cat. I asked about it 40 years later and he laughed about it. My Mom didn't even know.
Intrepid_Practice956@reddit
Ick.
DrKlahnsRightHandMan@reddit
I was present for a get together between my mom and her older sister. Over drinks Mom was fondly recalling how my grandpa used to periodically round up some of the stray cats from around his barns and workshop and find them homes. My poor aunt had to break the news to her that he was not taking them to a farm out in the country to chase butterflies.
jax2love@reddit
That’s horrible!
Uncle_Brewster@reddit
T-shirts for me. My Big Johnson and Slayer shirts mysteriously disappeared.
WorldsMostDad@reddit
OMG Big Johnson.
Haven't thought of that in decades
KatrynaTheElf@reddit
Our parents sold our pinball machine while we were at summer camp (and kept the money, even though it had been a Christmas gift for us). We were mad.
Hellvira138@reddit
The ‘ants’ always got the Halloween candy. I feel bad for that one :(
kitty-yaya@reddit
I thought they were called "kerbangers"?
Hellvira138@reddit
Yes!
Woodythdog@reddit
I had a green anole lizard in a terrarium (it stowed away in a car coming back from Florida) my mom told me it died but I later learned she released it in our Toronto back yard while I was away at summer camp , mom didn’t like having meal worms in the fridge
Intrepid_Practice956@reddit
Oh man! Poor anole. I have a box titled Vermin in our fridge. Its combination of mouse bait and food for my spiders (meal worms, fly spikes, etc.)
thejadsel@reddit
The batteries kept mysteriously disappearing out of anything battery-powered that made much noise or when I was little--not least the siren on my CHiPs Big Wheel! It was to the point that my Papaw would bring along packs of batteries whenever they visited, and apparently made some pointed comments about it to my parents. Of course, he was the one who gave me half of that stuff to begin with. 😏
Oddly in retrospect, the Operation game kept its batteries. But, it stayed upstairs away from busier living areas--supposedly to keep me from losing all the tiny little choking hazard pieces.
Vanishing batteries is the main thing I can think of, though.
snickysnak5407@reddit
When I was a teenager I was browsing a garage sale a few blocks over when I found my entire collection of Barbie clothes. Unique things, some handmade. Evidently my mom had gotten rid of them years before. I debated about buying them back, but then decided it would be nice for them to go on to be played with again.
AbsolutesDealer@reddit
My grandpa gave me a toy pistol from a company called Edison. It was so badass. Caps loaded into a magazine and a cap would eject like a a shell when you fired. But, it was basically a replica. My mom took it from me and said it would get me killed. She was right, but I was so mad.
Tigrisrock@reddit
My Mötley Crüe Dr.Feelgood t-shirt with a giant red/black skull on it. Yeah - one day it got lost in the washing machine. My mom hated it. Oh well.
SuperMolasses724@reddit
Not cool
Tigrisrock@reddit
Yeah. I was so angry a few weeks later I snuck away with my best buddy to go to a GnR concert (Use Your Illusion Tour) with NIN and Skid Row as supporting acts.
Ashby238@reddit
My Mom did not like Barbie dolls. They all disappeared one weekend, never to be seen again. My younger sisters were never given any by relatives after that.
iloveairportsushi@reddit
A white, frilly, grown up bathing suit when I was 12. I got it on vacation with my older step sister and her husband. When I got home she said I wasn’t old enough for it and it was too mature. It disappeared in the wash. Never forgot that
kitty-yaya@reddit
Likely it was see-through when wet.
A HS friend of ours had bought a white bathing suit and the first time she stepped in and out of the water, all eyes were on her.
iloveairportsushi@reddit
🤣 you’re probably right!!! My mom had a hot pink one piece up north and even it was see through. When she came out of the lake I was mortified… I think I was about 13 or 14. I was too embarrassed to tell her. Now I look back and feel bad for not saying anything. Poor lady never knew.
stevemm70@reddit
We moved around a lot for my dad's job when I was young. From the time I was born until the time I was in second grade, we moved three times. Every time we moved, some things "got lost in the move". That was a common saying in our house. My mother denies it to this day, but I am pretty certain that was her way of getting rid of toys that annoyed her.
naja_haje_67@reddit
2 of the first .45s (records) I had in the early 70s "the streak" by ray stevens, and "hooked in a feeling" by blue swede I kept repeating the ooga shocka part. One day they were gone, and nobody knew anything. they confessed when I was a teenager in the 80s. Lol
pantheroux@reddit
My rich aunt and uncle would babysit me from time to time. My cousin and I were really into sticky hands, glue balls and slime that you could get from vending machines at the grocery store. My aunt and uncle hated them because we would fight over them and they’d leave oily stains on the wall. One night, I threw a sticky hand up to prevent my cousin from grabbing it. It stuck on the ceiling, and bits of popcorn ceiling were snowing down as my uncle climbed up to grab it.
One day, all of the sticky stuff went missing. My uncle blamed their cleaning lady. I suggested he confront her and withhold her pay. Unbeknownst to him, my cousin and I wrote angry letters (illustrated) to the cleaning lady and left them on my cousin’s bed, along with ‘posters’ stating ‘(cleaning lady’s name) is a thief!” which we posted around her bedroom. It was many years later when I realized in the middle of recounting that story, the cleaning lady was innocent.
xTiredSoulx@reddit
one of those vending machine cig smoking animals that came with little cigarettes. Mom got it for me, Dad made it disappear before I could play with it. Heartbreak!
inbedwithbeefjerky@reddit
When my brother and I were really small our favorite book was “Everybody Poops”. It was meant to be educational, we thought it was hilarious. Our dad was truck driver and every weekend we’d make him read Everybody Poops. He knew we knew what we were doing in the bathroom. He knows we know that book is laying on the side of the highway states away.
JoyousZephyr@reddit
I read that to my 7th grade science classes just before we started the lesson about the digestive system.
JoyousZephyr@reddit
My cocoa-butter-based moisturizer or hair stuff...I don't know. I got it as a free sample somewhere, and my dad couldn't stand the smell, so he disappeared it.
Also, after he died and my sister and I were cleaning out his house, we both found our pocketknives that had somehow "gotten lost."
Eleutherlothario@reddit
My Dungeons and Dragons intro kit. The Satanic Panic was a crazy time
folly0@reddit
Oh my mother didn't vanish that quietly, she burned it in the bbq grill while praying over me to save my soul from the devil.
Eleutherlothario@reddit
Did it work? 😂
folly0@reddit
Well I'm not in hell at this moment, but also dont go to church. 😅
Top_Management7550@reddit
Mine were my rifles that my dad gave me. Not only did my mom hate my dad, but she also didn't think that I should play with guns. One time it were these 2 plastic rifles that shot darts. One was a shotgun and the other was supposed to be like a deer rifle. Another one that disappeared was a Daisy model 25 pump action bb gun that my dad said that he had since he was a kid. He told me that it was so powerful that it could shoot bbs through a tree. I never had bb's for it, but I liked how it reminded me of a pump shotgum
Pinkbeans1@reddit
Obligatory: You’ll put your eye out, kid!
BadHairDay-1@reddit
I still don't know what happened to all my non-doll toys. I'm sure nobody asked my opinion about that, lol. Shit would "get lost in the move". Funny how that never happened to me as an adult. I really thought stuff would go missing every time I moved.
tultommy@reddit
Weed... probably smoked it too.
Oh-No-RootCanal@reddit
Found my “blankie” in the garbage, so there’s that. I was like 14 so at the time I just said, “hunh.” But looking back, I’m like “geeez.”
Diasies_inMyHair@reddit
Most of what I owned as a child and as a young adult. My Fisher Price School House dissapeared (it was one of the originals with the chalkboard). My wind-up music clock disappeared along with a lot of other toys. Some of my I was gifted a Korean Hanbok when I was 4 years old. It was gifted by a Korean Lady that worked with my Mom. Anyway, mom sold it in a yard sale along with a little flight jacket that was custom made for 4-year old me, also in Korea. I was 11 at the time and was given NO say in the matter. When it came to toys, if it was deemed something my younger brother wouldn't want, it went when my parents were tired of me having it. Most of my books were gone when I came home from school one day (Mom burned them in the back yard because Dad told her to) the only ones I saved were the ones SHE wanted me to keep and the few I had secretly packed among my clothes because of all the other stuff that had disappeared in preparation for this move. She gave away my Korean doll collection when I was living in an apartment in NY. She sold my waterbed (gifted to me specifically by a friend of the family). She sold my German bedframe. She gave away my vanity dresser around the same time that was given to me by my grandmother, because she felt that one of my cousins "Deserved to have it." AFTER I got married, I made the mistake of leaving some of my wedding gifts with her. I'd received waaay too many sets of everyday dishes. She asked if she could re-gift a couple of them. I asked her SPECIFICALLY what sets, because there were two that I wanted to keep. She "forgot" most of that conversation and gave away all but two sets - but not the two I wanted to keep. Meanwhile, I had bought ALL the accessories for the two that I wanted. I had the kitchen rug and towels, the curtains, the napkin rings, the salt & pepper shakers, The APRON and Napkin Holders!!! I cried. She legit tried to replace the dishes for me....but they had been discontinued (yeah, Mom, how do you think I was able to afford all of the accessories? I bought them on sale, knowing that I had been given the dishes and had asked you to hold on to that set until I could get home to pick them up!!)
Well, she's stage 4 Alzheimer's now, moving into stage 5. I have to wonder if she was showing signs back then and we just didn't know it for what it was. She was never deliberately cruel, she just never thought to check with me to see what I thought was important. In her day, parents made decisions without consulting the child.
justwannadance0909@reddit
In 9th grade I went to Merry Go Round with my best friend and her older sister drove us to get swimsuits. I came back with a cute neon pink bikini that was a thong but had white lace covering the butt. However, once it got wet the lace was see through and it was just a thong bikini. I thought my Dad was going to have a heart attack but my Mom remained calm. Oddly enough, the next weekend I couldn’t find that suit anywhere…
Chemical_Author7880@reddit
I’d say my parents stealth pilfered a few of my things.
Couldn’t find Cheap Trick album. Found in patents collection. And, yes, at times they had my KISS records out.
Dad was always “accidentally” walking off with my MAD and Cracked magazines, the occasional Rolling Stone or Hit Parader.
He always “had no idea I had that, huh.”
But we also didn’t have tons of toys. I’m endlessly surprised by how much crap my friends kid have. It’s insane. I wonder if that’s generational difference?
jlarsen420@reddit
A cat
BottleAgreeable7981@reddit
Also an outdoor cat and her kittens
Ignignokt73@reddit
I had baby blankets I’d (admittedly) slept with until I was a little old for, I was 11. Went on vacation with my dad and they mysteriously went missing from the room. He and my stepmom were adamant the staff knew where they were. Never seen again.
le4t@reddit
Throwing away baby blankets in particular is its own special kind of evil IMHO
missblissful70@reddit
I still have my son’s baby blankets, because it reminds me of him being so small (he’s 35).
bene_gesserit_mitch@reddit
I had a sticker book that was disappeared. Looked for it for a long time. We moved every couple of years for a while, which was an excellent opportunity for things to get 'lost in the move'.
To be fair, a relative got our son an obnoxious Little People piano toy that might have been cool, had it not been for the saccharine voice of "Eddy" that piped up whenever you accidentally touched a key. That thing got kicked under the couch and was mysteriously never heard from again before it got much play.
Ok-Force-7104@reddit
The rotor out of my distributor cap. Hard to go anywhere in your car without one. Also hard to diagnose the problem. 🤣
Vintage_Zoo@reddit
Sneaky!
Toogroovyto@reddit
I was at Spencer's when I was 7 or 8. I loved buttons with pictures and slogans and i bought one I thought was particularly adorable. On the way home, I showed it to my parents and my dad said "I don't think you should wear that to school". I argued but he said no without giggling me a reason.
Years later, I was putting away laundry and i saw the button in his drawer. It was a cute little chick, still half in it's shell. The slogan said "I just got laid".
Vintage_Zoo@reddit
You just brought up a memory for me! When I was roughly 8 to 10 years old I was on a swim team. At a meet, I bought a pinback button that my Dad asked me if he could keep once I showed it to him. I was confused because I'd never seen my dad go swimming, but I gave it to him.
It read, "I love breast stroking." 😆
nuttypoolog@reddit
My mom still won't cop to throwing away the hand illustrated Suicidal Tendincies denim punk jacket I was wearing a lot in 1985....it was so cool and my friend who went on to be a Disney artist was the illustrator.
Kodiak01@reddit
There are fewer bigger personal delights as an Uncle to give a young niece or nephew their very own Murduck.
Ray_The_Engineer@reddit
As a toddler I had this rolling contraption that you pushed with a wooden stick, and made an insane, loud sound as I pushed it around the house. That vanished...and then reappeared when my first child was born. My parents had saved it for the occasion, lol. I remember the mischievous grins on their faces as they presented it.
Unusual_Memory3133@reddit
I was born when the science of accurately predicting a child’s sex before birth wasn’t so exact and they were told they were expecting a girl. And then I came along with the wrong parts. They had already purchased and been gifted many items for the baby, all of them for a girl. One such item was a large doll. It was relegated to the garage but eventually as I grew, I found it and started playing with it. There is even a picture of me with it and the date on the pic tells me I was 4 years old. One day, my doll disappeared and was replaced with my older brother’s Tonka Trucks. I was confused. Those were my brother’s toys and my doll was gone. No one explained, they just kept encouraging me to play with the trucks which I had zero interest in. We also had a black cat who I loved that disappeared and was replaced with a puppy. In later years, my mom would often say that my grandfather used to say that only feminine men like cats. I eventually figured out what happened to the black cat and my doll; however, I turned out gay anyway, still love cats and went through a phase of collecting dolls as soon as I had my own money to buy them - eventually I realized I wasn’t interested in playing with them, I was just buying them because I could.
CappuccinoBreve@reddit
My soundtrack to Lady and the Tramp. I played " We Are Siamese if you Please" one too many times I guess!
Viperlite@reddit
Used to sing that song to our own Siamese cat.
KurtStation68@reddit
I went to a World Fair and I distinctly remember going to the USSR Pavilion on my own because I was nosy. Half afraid of getting snatched by the KGB, a host guided me around talking sports, space, Soviet living. I ended up with a few Soviet pins and some awesome literature, I was wowed. It got scary when the host started to inquire what my dad did and took an interest.
I obviously went to other pavilions and it was fun and interesting - a live World Book Encyclopedia.
Before we flew home and packing, all my cool souvenirs from USSR was gone. I suspect the nature of my dad's work made him throw it all away. No need me running around sporting Soviet buttons or literature (even if innocuous).
No-Inspector449@reddit
I caught the 70’s zombie biker movie Psychomania on TV and excitedly convinced my Dad who was a good artist to paint a white skull on the back of my faux leather jacket. It was amazing-for one day. Mysteriously Mom decided to “wash “ my jacket and the badass painted skull didn’t survive. Complete BS but I get why they didn’t want a fourth grader going around with that.
lilesj130@reddit
I don't what kind they were, but apparently the batteries for the Operation game were extremely rare and hard to find
I also had a Raggedy Andy doll go missing, but it was home made and gave everyone the heebie jeebies so that was a blessing all around
DarenRidgeway@reddit
My parents never pulled that one, they just somehow were always out of batteries...
Touche Mom.
Throwaway7219017@reddit
About 50 issues of High Society, Hustler, Penthouse, Mayfair, Oui, and Juggs.
UnicornSheets@reddit
The batteries always disappeared for my UFO toy that made laser sounds. The horn that came with my big wheels battery wire broke mysteriously.
CappuccinoBreve@reddit
One summer when i was 12 I went to stay with my grandmother. I had recently started getting my period. My little booklet "The story of Menstruation" and the calendar I used to track my cycle disappeared after grandma unpacked my cases for me. I guess learning about your body was totally inappropriate.
ancientastronaut2@reddit
My mother gave my Barbies, my books, and a bunch of classic toys to my niece who was born when I was eight. She shipped them to where they lived and I never saw them again except for a couple times I visited her and my sister, because eventually some shit went down and my sister lost her apartment with everything in it.
At least now we can joke about why I was so mean to her when she was a kid. She's 48 now.
Mistervimes65@reddit
This is my moment. In July of 1975 the Soviet Union was doing a tour of the United States for the Apollo-Soyuz program. My school took us to the event. We got some cool Apollo pins and some Soyuz pins. The Soviets were also handing out some magazine about Soviet workers.
My mom was civilian army and had top secret clearance. She quietly disposed of the magazines, because that might have put her on a list.
I asked about it around five years later and she told me what happened and why.
coryphella123@reddit
My favorite cat. Every time a cat of ours became mildly inconvenient, the cat "died at the vet." I was with my cat one day when she had a seizure, and the next day she "died at the vet." It wasn't until I had my own cats as an adult that I realized they didn't want to pay for vet bills.
RunsWithPremise@reddit
When I was in college, as part of a secret santa present, my buddy gave me this poster that had a stick figure looking guy with a huge bulge in his pants. Underneath, it said "Pet the giant boner, 5 cents." It was stupid, but 20 year old me thought it was funny as hell. I got home for break and hung it in the corner of my bedroom at my parents' house.
When I came back home the next time, the poster was gone. I didn't even realize it for quite some time and I never bothered to ask what happened.
toocleverbyhalf@reddit
All my Michael Jackson tapes disappeared one day right around age 11. I still suspect my older sister sold them to buy more Duran Duran records, but ~40 years later, she hasn't admitted it, so maybe it was my parents after all.
Embarrassed-Cause250@reddit
My older brother had these cool springs that were fastened to your shoes and you could bounce/walk. I was very young, but aggressively tried to get at them to try them out. I may have been 3-4, my mom freaked out, said I would break my ankle, gave them back to my brother, and I never aaw them again, despite looking everywhere I could reach.
sleepypossumster@reddit
I don't remember having any toys confiscated, but my folks were definitely situationally selective when it came to buying batteries for certain toys. My folks did go through a brief hyper-religious phase where they freaked out a bit about Mad Magazine and The Valley Girls' Guide to Life and confiscated those, but the eased up pretty quickly (although the Valley Girls' book is still confiscated as far as I know)...
adewitt2@reddit
As a youngster my mom would never "disappear" something. She waited to confront me with whatever it was and she'd be holding that object in her hand. I had nowhere to hide.
9fingerjeff@reddit
Not the same thing but I went to my grandparents to visit for a few weeks over summer vacation and my parents sold my pxl 2000 camera, coleco telegames pong unit and armatron robot arm at a yard sale without asking me. Over 35 years ago and I’m still a little salty about it.
Mammoth_Ad_483@reddit
I bought a bottle of Manic Panic and dyed my hair blue. I was only going to do it once just to be different for a month or so. About two years later I found that bottle under the sink in an old vase. I asked my mom about it. She knew she was caught but tried to play it off.
kam49ers4ever@reddit
My mom was low-key genius with this, but I had a lot of toys and she would pull some that I wasn’t currently playing with much and hide them. Then, a few months later, she would swap them out. It was like getting new toys!
SubatomicGoblin@reddit
That's actually both really cleaver and really sweet. I love that.
penguinjuice@reddit
My cassette tape of The Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill. I bought another and it disappeared again.
Independent_Sock_213@reddit
Your Mom threw away your best porno mag?
MuddyPig168@reddit
Mommy just jealous because it’s The Beastie Boys
daLdrawyaW@reddit
Lol! :)
toiletcleaner999@reddit
My son had this train toy, the faster you hit the red button the more it would ding ding ding. One day when he wasnt looking i launched it tf out of the back yard. We never spoke of it again lol
SurpriseDesperate156@reddit
😂
Emotional-Finish-648@reddit
I went and bought one of the lawn mower pop toys at a yard sale the second I had my own place and I’ve never looked back. Endless fun for me and every damn kid that visits ✨🎉
LadyNorbert@reddit
Our allowance would be given and then immediately taken back to pay for my mom's ex-husband's beer. Eventually he stopped pretending to give us an allowance.
MyLeftT1t@reddit
My mother stealth confiscated money out of a jar where I’d put earnings from my summer job & babysitting — that I had been saving for college expenses. I told myself she needed it for rent, but it probably equally could have gone to the liquor store. Those were some hard years.
KrofftSurvivor@reddit
Yeah but that's entirely different from taking away a toy that you don't think the kid should have. That's absolutely wrong.
panicstreak@reddit
Most of the good Halloween candy.
Relative-Accountant2@reddit
My step daughter's rock tumbler "fell". Fuck those things.
Dead_Inside50@reddit
My good Halloween candy
alcohall183@reddit
i like that we are calling it something other than what it was. THEFT. it wasn't theirs and they took it. if we did that to them they would have pulled out the belts and spoons.
catshark2o9@reddit
My Samantha Fox cassette tape went missing, also some religious book that was from Jehovah's Witnesses. Idk how I got it but my parents were very Catholic so I'm sure the book offended them. I liked the pictures in it so that's why I liked to read it as a kid. I lived with my parents in the early 00's when my son was a little boy and they disappeared some of his stuff they didn't approve of too, Mom admitted she had done that with my stuff. I took his stuff back.
WolfPacker01@reddit
Poison “Look What the Cat Dragged In” tape. I’d suspected for years that my mom had stolen it, but never says anything b/c I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of asking about it. Several years ago she admitted she’d stolen it and was PROUD of herself.
BubbaPrime42@reddit
A cutoff, paint-covered sweatshirt that my dad meant to throw away and I snatched. I didn't wear it, just kept it in a drawer. Went to cuddle it one day (I was somewhere in the 13 range, and the parents were separated) and it was gone.
Chibi-Skyler@reddit
I got a cheap plastic Magic 8 Ball as a free prize in a cereal box. My parents didn't like "demonic" things, so that "vanished" soon after.
DoookieMaxx@reddit
My weed stash, no matter how many times I moved it …no matter where I moved it …always felt light. Like “hey! Half my shits gone!” kinda light.
It was like an unspoken rule of shared commodities.
I got it back occasionally. One day, on the way to a family member wedding my dad went into the gas station. I found 4 joints and a handful of roaches in the ash tray. I took half.
What was he gonna do? Ask me if I took his pot?
Memories.
We’ve all come clean since then. Now we just smoke together and laugh at our favorite shows while they retire quietly into that long goodnight.
Formal_Plum_2285@reddit
Spoiler - Sambo totally outsmarted those tigers and ended up eating 169 pancakes.
bazzoozzab@reddit
My Sex Pistols "The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle" record. It had a dead deer on the back cover and a picture of a naked girl inside.
LivingPage522@reddit
I cant think of anything my mum stealth confiscated but i know i stealth confiscated a stupid little frog toy that non stop played that stupid frog song from 2000s. Went something like ding ding ding ding over and over. I extra hard threw it in the bin to see if i could break it. Was it from mobile ring tones or something?
That and a childs golf set that someone gifted my son. They werent plastic. My son wanted to just take one to the park with his friends. He was 7 and no good wouldve came from it 😆