I remember when I was a kid, I was probably in 5th grade, I was accused of sending a lewd and profane text to a relative, I can’t really recall the specific content of the text but it’s something along the lines of cursing someone, it was an offensive word which I couldn’t have known the meaning at the time, so I was really confused because I was being incriminated for something I didn’t do.
It was an awful experience, being judged like that, I couldn’t even defend myself because they already came up with the conclusion that I was the one who sent that message, I wasn’t the only one who used that cellphone, that particular cellphone has been used by different people, I borrowed it to play Snake, unluckily, it was in my possession when they realised that a text has been sent, I had nothing to do with it, I couldn’t have sent that text.
I tried to explain, I was being bombed with questions, questions I didn’t know the answer to, I was forced to admit to a mistake that I knew nothing about.
I cried because I felt trapped, they didn’t even give me the benefit of the doubt, they went ahead and crucified me for something I didn’t do. I had to apologise for a sin that had nothing to do with me. I cried alone, I even thought about writing a note declaring my innocence, but I knew that was useless, they would not listen, they believed I was a bad kid, that I had a bad upbringing, that I didn’t have manners. Ugh. It was stupid.
While I was crying alone, the only person who believed that I didn’t do it was my grandfather, he comforted me, too many things has been said but he never believed in any of them. My parents weren’t there to defend me, my grandfather was all I had, he told me; “Don’t mind them, hush. I know you didn’t do it, you’re a good kid, ignore them” those were enough for me.
Have you been unfairly treated when you were a kid? Tell me about it in the comment section.
Well yes, but if I approach this from the side. – when young ,3 or 4, someone told me to say a swear word, so I went in swore in front of everyone. I only stopped when my Grandmother told me a word that I was not allowed to say. Ever. I hounded people with my new swear word ‘Sausages’ 🙂
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Ha ha. That wasn’t embarrassing at all, I think that’s quite funny and adorable. Ha ha.
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Well these kinda things happened a lot but I can’t recall them now 😅
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This particular memory kinda spoke to me last night while I was thinking about the past. Ha ha.
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Sometimes it happens with adults I guess
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As I was reading this, I felt like you were telling MY story, not specifically about a text, but about always being the black sheep in my family, the one who always said the wrong thing, or colored outside the lines….it was my Grandma who stood by my side and kept telling me to do it my way…grandparents are kinda great like that aren’t they?
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Awww. Yes, I know, our parents weren’t there at the time so I gathered strength from my grandfather. You should watch the film “Miss Granny” You’ll definitely like it. 🙂
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Isn’t it better to abandon what sounds blasphemous?
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Luckily, as a kid I don’t recall being treated unfairly like the way you were in your story, probably because I was the bully? Haha! Well, I was the least favorite by our grandmother so I always get the least attention from her but the feeling is mutual, she’s not my favorite person, too. So I don’t consider that as unfair treatment. Haha!
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Ha ha. It was just an unfair judgment on their part, but I didn’t care, it happened 13 years ago, I think. Ha ha. You are a bully? Still? 🙂
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I was a bully. Not anymore, I guess! Haha! Looking forward to your next stories/posts! Happy Sunday! 🙂
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As a kid perhaps not, but as a teen yes.
I’m sorry for you. It is a horrible feeling to be accused for nothing. Many innocent have been judged so by the Law. And have been killed for things they haven’t done. Perhaps it is a lesson for your life?
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Yes, totally. After that, I became stronger. Tough and uncaring.
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👍👍👍👍
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That’s so awful! 😧I’m glad your grandfather believed in you.
When I was in middle school, a bunch of girls ganged up on me at lunch, because they wanted to believe that I was telling a girl they did not like that they were talking crap about her. No one believed me and my supposed to be best friend at the time never even stood up for me, out of loyalty to them. Days later, it came out that a girl they had trusted was the one telling the girl they did not like that they were talking about her. She was a cousin to this girl. I never got an apology for being falsely accused and, needless to say, I found new people to hang with. People can be so cruel sometimes, but it makes us tougher.
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Aww. That was awful. To be judged and prejudiced for something you didn’t do. We came out stronger, dear. 🙂
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Yes we did. 🙂
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Once, when I was around six, my father thought he heard me use a word, I’d never heard before. I repeated the word I had actually used, which was a legitimate proper noun. My mother heard what I had said, and privately upbraided him for accusing me. On the other hand, there was a time when one of my third grade classmates yawned out loud, and told the old art teacher that it had been me who was rude. Being autistic, I had scant idea what was going on and just went with the punishment. My third grade teacher got to the bottom of it and punished the miscreant, even though I had served my time in the hallway.
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Aww. That was awful. But those bad memories made us a stronger person, don’t you think?
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Yes definitely but mine was worse!
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What was it?
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Well, they weren’t my parents, and it still suck to talk about it, haven’t forgiven them yet so…….
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These things happens you know you didn’t do anything wrong still forced to accept.. few people don’t count kid’s innocence!! I must say you grandpa was really sweet!!
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He was. Too bad I lost him when I was young. 😑
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Sad to hear that..I know it’s heartbreaking 😔
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I think we all are to some degree.
I was yelled at for things that my brother did a few times and they never apologized for finding out later they were wrong
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Aww. That was damaging. I hope it made you a stronger person. 🙂
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I am Thanks!
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I was always blamed for something I didn’t do at times, a classic case of catch 22. Make an innocent person plead guilty, but I learned never to give in because true strength is in the fight. Why should I have to take some nasty cough medicine when my neighbor has a cold? And sometimes all it takes is one person to be on your side to make everything better, and grandparents are always the best.
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I was at high school, I was sitting on a bench where my classmates left their bags. Then he came accusing me of stealing his coins. I proceeded with saying that I didn’t stole it and my father has enough provide me with my needs and why would I steal. It haunted me for years, I felt ashamed for the crime I didn’t do. It just feel so incorrect to accuse someone without hearing his side and finding truths.
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That must be awful. I would be traumatized and haunted by that ordeal. Ugh. 😕
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Thank you for this, Mary. I’ll do it as soon as I can.
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Your grandpa was really sweet! I wish people could give us a chance to speak and explain ourselves before they even criticize us.
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