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Posted 07/17/2014
My ODD likes to babysit her little sister. She's nearly seven. I live in a less than 1100 square foot home, and she'll babysit by playing with her little sister in the living room while I'm making dinner ten feet away. It's very cute.

On the bad babysitter front, my mother was persuaded to allow her cousin babysit myself and my two sisters when we were growing up. Mom didn't like this cousin, but thought the whole what could happen thing.

About a month into it, we didn't like it, mom told us to suck it up, and my little sister spilled something at the dinner table. She started crying, and left the table, went to the hall closet and shut herself in. My mum was shocked and asked us what on earth she was doing. I looked at her like she was crazy and told her she was bad so she was going to the naughty closet, and asked if she was going to get locked in now. Yup - that was the punishment - locked in a broom cupboard.

We never had to go back, but my youngest sister is still scared of the dark, and needs a nightlight. She's in her late twenties.

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Last edited 07/17/2014

This is not too terrible, but it pisses me off.

My boys, ages 7 and 5, spent a week at my parent's house this summer. We live a couple hours away my extended family. DSs and my folks overall had a great time and it was a success. But, one day the boys went to my sister's house to play with their cousins, where they have a dog. Older DS is allergic to dogs, so I left very explicit instructions for him to mostly be kept away from the dog, and wash his hands immediately if he petted her. When my mom picked them up that afternoon, poor DS was broken out in a rash and his face/eyes were swelled up. Turns out they spent the whole flipping afternoon playing with the dog and letting her lick DS, which is the worst trigger for his allergy!

My sister was so nonchalant about the incident. "Oh, he just loved playing with the dog so much, I didn't want to put her outside." Well, it's too bad, but playing with dogs makes him suffer. He also loves eating nothing but chips and cake, but I don't let him do that either. DH and I are in agreement that our kids can no longer go to my sister's house without us present because she doesn't know how to follow our rules.

BTW, DS immediately took a shower to wash off all the dog dander and took a dose of Benadryl when my mom got him back to her house. His rash went away quickly and the swelled eyes were gone by the next day.

Edited to make a sentence more clear.

Posted 07/24/2014
When I was a kid, I remember my maternal grandma was always harping at my mom for overnight visits with just the kids.

My mom was generally a total doormat to her mom, but she did put her foot down on that one because I never visited Nana without her. But even as a kid I remember Nana bitching to me about how mean my mommy was. Manipulative much?

At any rate, as an adult I realized why my mom wasn't keen to hand the kids over to her mom when we were going through photo albums. There were a few photos of my mom and her sister as toddlers holding their parents beer cans and lit cigarettes. Soo cute! Barf. Apparently Nana also thought that giving my infant aunt a lifesaver candy was just fine as long as it was tied to a string so she could pull it out if the baby started choking.
Posted 08/15/2014
I wish people would read this thread first, before posting if they should give it a try.


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Posted 10/30/2014
Posted 11/02/2014
I have one! Not nearly as bad as some of these, but i'll still share. When we were kids my mom had a hard time finding good sitters for us. When we moved to our new house and new school, we started going to a lady who ran an in home daycare. She was a "karate champion" and dedicated her entire living room to her karate while all the kids she was supposed to be watching were holed up in the "finished" garage. It was cold as heck in there in the winter!

It was me(10-11), sis(5) and bro(2). My little sis is on the spectrum and didn't socialize well. She mostly sat in the corner and played by herself so the other kids wouldn't bully her while I was at school. There was a crazy bad behaving little boy who was out of control. I remember his hair was always a crazy tangled, matted mess, and once a spider crawled out of his nasty hair! He would terrorize my lil bro and sis, and once gave bro a black eye, and would throw heavy wooden blocks at bro and sis's face! All the while, the babysitter is doing karate in her living room...and didn't do crap about it.

The final straw was when I was picked up early from school, I wasn't feeling well. I was sitting at Mrs. Chuck Norris' table when I just projectile vomited all over the kitchen floor. She ran in the kitchen and looked at the mess I'd made and started gagging. She walked out and returned with some rags. She handed them to me, while I was green and woozy and ordered me to clean up the mess I'd made! She said she couldn't "deal with throw up" or else she'd be sick too. Why the hell was she in the babysitting business then!? Ugh. Mom found us a new babysitter quick after that. We sayed with our new awesome babysitter till I was 14-15!
Last edited 11/02/2014
*trigger!!* 10 years ago, when my son was two, he was staying with his father, him his father and I were divorced, while I was on a business trip.

DS's paternal aunt by marriage asked specifically to babysit when nobody else was available instead of DS going to a babysitter. She and her husband, my ex-husband's brother, lived with ex-husband at the time. Apparently she was bsc and no one liked leaving her at the house alone because I heard she would go through everybody's things. But for some reason they said yes to babysitting.

She shot and killed herself committing suicide that night. (Eta: she had lupus already and was just diagnosed earlier that week with terminal cancer in her brain. She didn't tell anybody about her diagnosis before committing suicide.) Apparently she had asked to babysit just so she could have some time alone in the house, and she did a whole ritualistic end-of-life write a letter, shoot a video type thing that night after DS went to sleep before anyone came home.

It was mega fucked up obviously, and my son, while he has had no lasting weirdness from it, went through some therapy time while he was that little.
Last edited 11/03/2014

I won't let anyone babysit my kids because I had too many terrible experiences as a child. My grandparents were relatively better than my parents, but that's not saying much at all. My grandmother was the textbook DWIL MIL, though, she even taught my cousins to call her "mommy"...she even taught one of them, who I was in charge of watching over the summer (at age 8, she was under 1) while she watched her afternoon shows, to call ME mommy. WTF.

One babysitter we had was so terrible I--a quintessential good girl/teacher's pet--ended up getting myself an in-school suspension to get out of going to her house. She was just generally a lazy stupid slob and she had a druggy son who would come through periodically and terrorize everyone who was there. We hid in the closets while he passed through with a baseball bat, she tried to play it off as a game. My brother was a new baby and I was in 2nd grade when we started, and I would come back from school to find him still strapped into his carseat, screaming. I had to change his diaper. He was left there with propped bottles all day. I was scared to tell my parents because I figured they would blame me (they may well have, knowing them). I would sit there every day terrified, looking at my brother's diaper bag and my backpack and planning in my head how I would grab him and our stuff and escape if something "worse" happened, and how we would walk half a mile to my BFF's house and hide there until her mom got home.

It went on like this for years, until I was about 10 and told my BFF and she got mad on my behalf and decided enough was enough. She cooked up some harebrained plot where I would call the babysitter's daughter, who was in our grade "bad names" so that my bro and I would be kicked out of daycare. It worked! And the punishment at school and the abuse I got at home was totally worth it. I was a very dutiful big sister and felt I had done what had to be done to protect my bro. :( The next babysitter was lazy and stupid and I had to watch all the younger kids for her, including feeding her OWN 6 month old her bottles, but at least there was no druggy son or the other abuse going on at the old place.

Posted 11/03/2014
I have one that pisses me off. Not about family. I was new to an area and trying really hard to find friends with kids. My dd had to be 11/2. I was checking out a MOPS group. They seemed like a ton of fun and had free child care in a separate room in the church and it was really nice. I stayed with dd for 10 minutes until she was distracted and having fun and then went and joined the other moms. I was excited to meet other ppl and have an adult moment. It was kind of loud an busy. It sunddenlt got quite for a bit and I could her my dd crying. I told them to come get me if she gets upset or anything. I was nervous leaving her with ppl I didn't know anyways. I go to check on her and she is just bawling on the floor next to a bean bag. Come to find out she had been mostly crying for 45 MINUTES!! I was pissed no one even thought to come get me. Two adults in the room. WTH? Needless to say we never went back and I always brought my own babysitter for anything I tried again after that regardless if there was child care. Plus my babysitter loved children and never minded sitting in with other kids and helping as long my dd was with her. If I could keep my babysitter forever I would but she 20 and has her own life.
Last edited 11/03/2014
This is kind of funny if you have a bad normal meter, and maybe kind of triggery.
The summer of my 12th birthday my mom finally got it together and moved away from my abusive SD. We moved in with my grandmother and aunt, and her three daughters. Altogether there were 8 kids. I was the oldest, at 11/12, and my bff cousin was 11. I had been babysitting my younger siblings overnight for a while so my mom could fuck her ex-con brain-damaged biker rebound guy without having to worry about coming back before 3. She taught me how to cook ramen, kraft dinner, and chicken wings, and I knew to call 911 in case abusive SD broke in again, so it was alright. Sometimes the rebound guy would even bring a pizza!
So by then my mom trusted her 12 year old (freshly diagnosed with PTSD and dissociative disorder) to babysit her three younger kids, aged 10, 4, and 2. She and my aunt left the island for the day for her OB appointment (yes, she got pregnant by her brain-damaged ex-con biker boyfriend), leaving my grandmother in charge of me, but it was my job to care for my three younger siblings and two youngest cousins (aged 9 and 5).
My other cousins, aged 11, 10, 4, and 2, came to visit. This wasn't uncommon, and my other aunt left the kids with grandmother. So not counting my two oldest cousins who were the golden granddaughters (blonde, petite, and pretty - I'm fat and half native with dark hair and features, so wrong), I was supposedly in charge of 8 small children. Grandmother left to go out and do... Something. In retrospect she was exhibiting the first signs of dementia / Alzheimer's. I remember my mom joking about how forgetful grandma was at the time. Grandma was gone a good hour or two.
Everything was going alright until the younger kids got cabin fever. They decided as a group that they were going down to my uncle's farm (a 20 minute walk down a country road). By then I was so frustrated with caring for 8 small kids I decided fuck it, I'm going to read babysitter's club books with my cousins in the attic and let the younger kids go by themselves. Irresponsible, yes, but how is a 12 year old supposed to corral 8 small kids?
Grandma came back and found us three oldest cousins reading peacefully. She asked me where the youngest were. I said at the farm, and grandma LOST IT on me. She took her broom and started hitting me on the head with the stick. It wasn't really painful but it was scary because she was relentless, and chased me around the house, swearing at me (that was the first time she said anything worse than "balderdash") for about five minutes, then drove down to the farm, where all the little kids were working together on a raft at the pond my uncle used to water his cows. Grandma was right, the littles should not have been allowed to leave, and I did feel ashamed for letting my younger relatives go, but I don't know what I was supposed to do. If I had gone and something bad had happened we were still about five minutes from a responsible adult, and I didn't know CPR or anything. In any case, who leaves one 12 year old in charge of 8 kids 10 and under?
I was in deep shit when my mom and aunt got home. Apparently they had trusted me and I should have known better. Grandma wasn't capable of handling all those children, and my golden cousins weren't required to take care of their siblings because golden. So I was hit again by mom and my punishment was to babysit more often.
ETA the youngest babies were still with me. So I wasn't a completely irresponsible monster.
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