25. Picking On The Deaf Kid
I’m deaf and wear two hearing aids. As punishment, my third grade teacher used to take off my hearing aids and make me sit in the hallway alone.
She did this several times, I don’t really remember how long it lasted since it was 26 years ago, but my best friend told my mom. I didn’t know it was even wrong. I trusted the authority of teachers.
I can’t even remember what I did, but I know it didn’t take much to set her off. She also absolutely loved singling kids out in class and embarrassing them.
She would dump the contents of your desk out in front of the class and make you clean it up while everyone watched if you took too long getting out a book or pencil.
Once we had swimming lessons. Afterwards I couldn’t find my underwear, but I was so afraid of being late that I just went commando and later tried to whisper to her that I couldn’t find my underwear. She yells out in front of the entire class, “You’re not wearing your underwear!!??”
Her name was Mrs. Baron. In the 5th grade I won a writing contest about the evil Red Baron who got shot down in the skies by Ace, a top dog fighter. I got my revenge through the pen. Oh, and my bulldog of a mother. 🙂
24. A Hands-Off Teacher
I had a math teacher who literally didn’t teach math at all. He just wrote the numbers on the board for the problems we had to do in the textbook. All class long he would just sit at his desk on his office chair and stare at his computer.
And every time he had to move around the classroom, he would just roll around in his office chair waddling his feet against the ground.
Every time I turned in work, he would just stare at the paper for literally 3 seconds, make a huge check mark on it with his pen, and write down 100% in his grade book.
He never checked the answers. I tested it one day. A friend and I wrote “p****” for a few answers on our work, and made him check our work. Did he notice? Nope. Did we get an ‘A’? Yup.
He had the counselors make me skip Pre-Algebra and go straight into an Algebra I class. Had no clue what I was doing.
23. Is This Normal in South Africa?
When I lived in South Africa, we had corporal punishment in school.
I had a math teacher who had it out for me. He’d cane me for offences like bad handwriting. One time I got 98% on a test. I [scored higher than] everyone in the class — including his favorites.
Result? He gave me two licks anyway. Why? So next time I wouldn’t miss the remaining 2%.
22. A Leap Year Loyalist
I had a history teacher who was a major d*** to everyone. There was a guy who was born on February 29th, and this teacher constantly bullied and harassed him. This teacher said ‘Oh, you’re only four years old! No wonder you’re so stupid!’.
What do you know, that guy ended up leaving the school in the next few weeks.
Anyway, I aced all the exams, and I ended up with a big fat B-. ‘Very poor book decorations’ he said on my report. It was history class not f****** art class.
21. A Total Creep
I had a teacher in freshman English who would give the girls bonus points and extra credit for wearing short skirts to class.
He also was guilty of some pretty consistent touchy, caressing, grabby personal space violations with them too.
It wasn’t until I was older and he was out of the school that I realized how wrong it was.
20. A Diabetic Issue
I am a diabetic and my blood sugar had started to go low. My teacher told me I could wait until the bell (in 5 minutes) where I could quickly go to my locker in between classes for my jellybeans. I nearly started crying from panic (low blood sugar is quick and dangerous) and I just walked out. He later had to apologize to me.
I went to school in a rural area in Australia. I have been given the option of glucose tablets, but they are not commonly used in my area (especially with younger kids). My diabetes educator said that the glucojel jelly beans are perfectly fine. I should have had some on me, yes.. but I’m human and I was a teenager.
I never thought about taking the matters any further, I didn’t even tell my parents this time as it happens quite frequently (ignorance). The school had my medical record, but I doubt every single teacher will go through those files and find out who is diabetic and so on.
19. Anger Management Issues
I went to school in an upper-middle class suburb. For the most part, the kids in school were not mean. They were tame, but that didn’t mean they didn’t mess with teachers.
Our 9th Grade Spanish teacher had the reputation for having a short fuse. There were rumors he’d ride his bike to work, and shower in the locker rooms before school because he couldn’t stand traffic. We had also heard he had a breakdown the year before, where he climbed up the tree right outside of his classroom. The stepstool he had in class was definitely taped up (presumably from throwing it out of anger).
There were some weird things, too. As a way to teach us vocabulary, he’d blind fold us and have us ‘act out’ the verb he’d give in Spanish. But weirdly, the blindfolds were made from parts of old wet suits (gross).
Anyway, there were times in class when a kid would have a big bag of grapes for lunch. Others kids would have those little cups of cream cheese from the snack line (the ones that came with bagels).
The bag of grapes would be passed around, and — in the middle of class — we’d have ‘grape wars’. You’d see grapes all over the walls splattered when he had his back to the class.
As a way to make us learn, he had a guitar he’d often play. On the last day of school, one of the kids decided to be a major rebel — and threw grapes inside of the guitar sitting on the back counter. As the final bell rung, everyone scurried out of the class. Right outside seconds later, we heard a gigantic scream.
18. The Cooler?
My high school teacher was a total psycho.
He was one of those dudes with a short fuse. Whenever a kid was acting up or talking out of turn, he’d send them for 10-to-15 minutes to ‘the cooler’ (aka the storage closet in the back of the room).
There was a small rectangular window coming from that room, so he could see the student, and the student could see back towards the classroom.
One day, my friend got sent there. He blew on the window with his mouth as a joke to make a loud noise. Everyone laughed…except our teacher. In one fluid motion, he turned from his stool to the whiteboard, grabbed a marker, and chucked it towards the door.
Except…he hit a totally unsuspecting kid in the head. After he apologized to the kid, he made my friend get out of ‘the cooler’ and outside — where we all watched them have a full-on argument from inside.
17. You Are Lying!
My 10th grade science teacher was Mr. Sloan. On the last day of school, we had our finals. I had a 89.3-percent in that class.
Knowing that, I studied so hard wanting to get an A. The test ended up being a scantron exam — meaning he could run them through the grader and we’d be able to know how well we did before leaving for summer vacation.
To be fair, the test was really easy. I was confident I did well.
Mr. Sloan went to the other room to grade them with like 15 minutes left until the final bell. He came back in, and said “I think you guys cheated on this exam, you all did so well.” We all thought he was joking, and we were happy as a class to learn that we did well.
He then goes, “No, I think you all actually cheated. I don’t think I’m going to count this.” I looked at my exam, and received a 96-percent (which would’ve given me the ‘A’ in the class).
A month later, I got my final report card in the mail. Mr. Sloan gave me a B+. It still annoys me to this day 20 years later.
16. Whose Phone Was It?
We weren’t allowed to have our phones on during class in high school. This was roughly 20 years ago when phones weren’t as common as today.
During our class, someone’s phone went off. Our teacher stopped teaching and asked whose phone it was. Crickets. This irked him so much, that he wouldn’t let us go when the recess bell rang until someone came forth and gave him their phone (at that time if you got your phone confiscated, you’d have to go pick it up at the office).
The recess bell rang. He wouldn’t let us go. The class was getting antsy. One girl — sacrificing herself — gave the teacher her phone (even though it wasn’t hers that went off). He took the phone, but said we still had to wait another 10 minutes until the real culprit came forth.
We had a set of troublemaker twins in the class, and knew it was one of their phones. Still, neither one of the twins budged. At this point, our teacher got on the classroom phone, called the office and screamed for the dean to come into the class.
At this point, he wanted to conduct a backpack check. At this point, we were all frustrated. We just wanted the twin to give up their phone so we could leave. Eventually, kids in his row ratted the twin out, and his phone was taken.
This is the type of kid that would whine and complain. He kept doing it, and asking why his phone was taken. All of a sudden, out teacher blew a gasket. He shoved the cart where the overhead projector was sitting, and the projector fell off and hit a girl in the front row.
Slamming his fists on the twin’s desk, he kept screaming “DO YOU HAVE ANY RESPECT — DO YOU HAVE ANY G****** RESPECT?!” The twin’s face went white as a ghost. We ended up leaving the class, and the twin got suspended for one day due to his behavior.
15. Don’t Mess With This Guy
My senior year high school History teacher was a tough dude. Very well respected and liked, but he didn’t put up with anything he deemed as disrespectful.
I don’t remember which branch, but he was a part of the military in some capacity. One day, the Pledge of Allegiance came on over the intercom (as it did every morning).
In the middle of the Pledge, one kid came into the classroom slightly late. With everyone standing up, he was sitting in his desk quickly getting his books and notebook out.
Once the Pledge ended, our teacher walked up to him and sternly said “The next time the Pledge of Allegiance comes on, you get your f****** a** out of that seat immediately.”
The kid was never late for class again.
14. Flying Dictionaries
My Pre-modern History teacher at Sixth-Form was a bit of a tyrant (but also shocking at teaching). At the start of the year, he dumped a 4 centimeter thick pack of handouts on everyone’s desk. The instructions every lesson were “continue to read and highlight.”
The guy would go mental any time someone spoke, moved or even looked up from the booklet.
He threw a dictionary at a guy’s head when he asked for a definition.
Thankfully, he was sacked after the incident.
13. Satisfaction Indeed!
My grade 10 English teacher told me flat to my face I’d never amount to anything, and that I’d never do anything post secondary. Essentially, she thought I’d fail at life.
I always got horrible marks in English in high school because I just didn’t get it. I don’t know if she thought I didn’t care or what her problem was, but it had the opposite effect.
It crushed me, made me feel worthless, and made me give up on ever understanding English.
My marks in grade 10 plummeted. I barely passed, then barely passed grade 11 as well. Another teacher who actually cared turned me around. The only reason I got into university is I because absolutely destroyed math and science.
I phoned her up the day I got my Engineering degree to gloat. The phone call basically went with me calling the main school number, asking to speak to her, and saying “Hi, this is [my name], I remember what you told me in grade 10. I just wanted to let you know I am receiving my Bachelor’s in Engineering with Honors today, no thanks to you.” She hung up on me.
She wasn’t the only teacher I called that day, I also called several to thank them for being a positive influence.
12. The Music Teacher
I was in the second grade. We had a new music teacher that year. The longtime music teacher ended up taking a year off to work on some personal issues. We loved Mrs. Hall, and were sad to see her go.
In comes the new teacher, a woman named Mrs. Taylor. Even though I was an 8-year-old kid, I could tell she was not nearly as nice as Mrs. Hall.
One day, we had this activity in music class where we had to do this ‘parade’ style choreographed march throughout the class. I ended up turning the wrong way and sort of screwed up the pattern (give me a break — I was 8 years old).
In front of the whole class, Mrs. Taylor yelled “Okay, who’s the idiot who didn’t follow me in line?” Kids pointed at me. I was so embarrassed that I started crying.
I told my mom when I got home. Being the protective Italian woman that she was, she marched right to the school office.
Mrs. Taylor was fired the next day.
11. The Real-Life Professor Umbridge
My trigonometry teacher in 11th grade. I had loved and excelled in basically all the other math classes I had taken up to this point, but after her class it was all over.
She was a short, bitter, older woman with longer curly hair and a terrible attitude. If you didn’t get a concept at first, she would talk down to you like you were some inferior being — and would actively avoid actually explaining the process to you.
Her terrible attitude and lack of teaching made me hate that class so much.
10. Blow It Up!
Not worst, but definitely the most crazy.
We had a science teacher that got off on blowing up s***. The class was Earth Science (rocks, volcanos, etc). There was no physics or chemistry in the curriculum, but he would just throw in random chemistry and physics demonstrations because s*** would explode.
Some of the crazy s*** he did:
Hung a test tube from the ceiling, filled with water, plugged the top and put a burner under it. Cork shot out of the room, across the hall.
Demonstrated a dust explosion. Had a metal paint can with a rubber hose in the side. Put a candle inside, some corn starch in the tube, hammer the lid shut, and blow. 6 foot high flame and the lid knocked out the ceiling tiles, and broke the metal grid for the drop ceiling. He repeated this about 6 or 7 times just so that we understood what was happening.
Put Sodium and Potassium in water. Sodium didn’t react fast enough for his taste, so he would use a lighter to ignite the hydrogen coming off of it to speed things along. He went up to almost a tablespoon of Potassium and it exploded a 5 gallon batter jar.
Filled a beaker with sugar and poured in some Sulfuric Acid to make a black char “snake”.
There was this big area above his desk where the steel beams were corroded. He wouldn’t talk about what happened.
9. A Bathroom Accident
My first grade teacher. A friend of mine, not a troublemaking student by any means, mind you, had asked politely to go to the bathroom several times for two hours until she couldn’t hold it any longer and peed herself.
Then instead of calling a janitor, the teacher shamed her by making my friend clean up the puddle herself, on her hands and knees with paper towels.
8. What Sort of Teacher is This?
Grade 9 ‘science’ teacher by far.
He was only a one year substitute for the actual teacher. I can’t remember what happened to her. But he was assigned to the class.
He was an awful teacher. Mr. Davis if you’re on here and see this, f*** your teaching style.
He was really a math teacher, but I don’t know why he was ‘teaching’ biology. We literally had 4 or 5 tests a week. We would get a worksheet and finish it In class, then get a test over it the next day. Then we would get another worksheet when we handed the test in. Then when we came In the next day, we would have a test. That repeated all year.
He had juniors and seniors from his other classes grade our papers.
He sat on his a** everyday with his feet on his desk listening to music on YouTube.
We did one experiment/lab that whole year. And we didn’t even f****** finish it.
Somehow passed with a B.
7. Can You Just…Let Me Be, Please?
My fifth grade teacher. Back in fifth grade, I had terrible stomach issues (later turned out to be an ulcer) and each day I was supposed to go to the nurses for some medicine and crackers.
One day, my stomach was worse than usual, but my f****** teacher refused to let me leave.
I threw up on her desk and ended up at the hospital the next day. F*** you, Mrs. H.
6. Creepy Dude
I had a relatively young teacher who had clearly peaked in high school, and was back to hang out with the cool kids.
If you were popular, you got away with anything. If you weren’t, you could see the pain on his face when he had to give you some of his time.
The guy also liked to go to high school kids’ parties and creep out on the girls. He was everything I aspire not to be.
5. What Sort of Curriculum is This?
We had a business teacher who said he was a big fan of ”group learning”, so he would put us in groups and make us correct our own homework.
We would teach each other while he spent the class time gambling online.
We all failed business.
4. Finding Nemo Again?!
My eighth grade French teacher. I’m not even sure she spoke French. She usually just put on a movie, usually in French with English subtitles, sometimes not if she couldn’t figure out how to change the language. It was almost always Finding Nemo.
I learned nothing in her class except that there is a limit to the number of times someone can watch Finding Nemo before going insane.
Apparently, a lot of people have had a teacher like this. Good to know that I’m not alone.
3. Why Can’t You Believe Me?
I had a teacher who used the proof of my grade improvement as proof that I was cheating.
That was the only proof.
It got so absurd she made me take a test in an empty room with her watching with nothing around me. Still got the highest grade in the class, she still accused me of cheating publicly. I told her if she was so sure to bring up formal charges.
2. It’s Called Being Resourceful
First class of community college. I was assigned to write a paper answering 15 history questions. The paper must be at least 20 pages in length. As it was my first class in college, I go to work — writing complete thoughtful answers with good sources.
When I turn it in, the history teacher (aka the rodeo coach) says “Wait here and I can grade it for you,” and proceeds to COUNT THE PAGES and gives me a 100%.
At the same college the next semester, I had a government teacher (aka the basketball coach) assign a 20 paper over “government”.
So I turned in the same paper (from the previous semesters history class) with a different cover sheet. Got another 100%.
1. Reckless and Dangerous
My 10th grade chem teacher. First day of class I was sitting in the front row as that’s where I normally like to sit. She took two chemicals, threw them both into a ziploc bag together and informed us that that chemical reaction was creating a gas that was toxic and would kill us if we breathed it in.
She then carelessly tossed the bag onto her desk right in front of me. I never sat in the front row of her class again.
One time, she decided to take that phosphorus you have to keep in liquid out so we could see how it burst into flames when exposed to the air. She thought that putting it on a stand with a fan behind it blowing towards the door would be enough ventilation.
It wasn’t. We had to evacuate the classroom.
The Craziest Stories Involving Nannies
40. Overworked and Underpaid
When I was much younger and more spineless, I made the grave mistake of agreeing to do a weekend (three days two overnights) with a 3M without discussing payment first. I wasn’t too worried about it because I’d babysat and dogsat for these people before and they always paid generously. They were also clearly very wealthy. Even though I knew 3M was a handful I was still excited to do it because I was sure I’d make bank.
Ok so first of all, I had babysat this kid for a few hours at a time before but never for a full day. He was always high energy and sometimes defiant but nothing I couldn’t handle. However, the combination of his parents being out of town (they also took his baby sister with them so I’m sure jealousy was a factor) and him having more time to get comfortable with me awakened the demon within him. I was hit, spit on, scratched, and screamed at countless times. He woke up multiple times per night and always eventually ended up in my bed (parents said this would probably happen and was ok). He woke up at 5 am every morning, took no naps, and was a destructive, manic mess 99% of the time. I also didn’t drive at the time so we were stuck within walking distance.
The whole time I am like omg, I’m never ever doing this again. BUT, I’m gonna get paid so much money and it’s all gonna be worth it. They get home and are like “how did it go?” I totally sugarcoat it but tell them honestly that he really missed them and was definitely acting out a bit. They’re so so so thankful, spicytoasty you’re the best, we are going to have you do this all the time, 3M loves you, we love you, etc etc etc. They ask me what I think is fair for payment.
Here is where I go wrong. I go so so so wrong. I say “Oh, I trust you guys! I’ve never done an overnight before so I’m not sure what’s standard. Whatever YOU think is fair” Guys, who says that??? WHO SAYS THAT? This moment haunted me for so long. I was young, I was inexperienced, and I wasn’t aware of this amazing subreddit yet. I didn’t know my worth!
Anyways, this b**** writes me a check for $125. That’s literally less than she would pay me for a weekend of DOG SITTING. I was so stunned that all I could do was say thank you, take the check, and get out of that godforsaken house as quickly as possible. I never babysat for them ever again, even though I ran into them for years afterwards at the daycare I worked at the time. MB would always wrangle me into an awkward hug and a conversation about how much they missed me.
39. The Worst Feeling For Any Nanny
This is a little long but absolutely insane.
I was nannying for a 7 year old boy and a 6 year old girl. At 3pm, I went to get them both off the bus from school. The boy got off by himself, and I asked him where his sister was. He told me that he hadn’t see her on the bus, so I assumed she had missed the bus and was in the office at school or something. I called the office, and the secretary told me that NK had been “picked up by her grandfather around lunchtime”.
This was INCREDIBLY concerning, because all of their grandparents lived out of the county. I called the parents, and they had no idea who could have possibly picked her up. We were all panicking and I called the police because we were 100% certain that she had been kidnapped. The parents both rushed home from work from two extremely high powered and un-leaveable jobs. The police came to the house, and a few officers also went to the school to get more information. We answered a bunch of questions and they started gathering more officers to start looking for her.
About two hours passed by, and I got a call from a random number on my cell phone. It was a mom of another kid from school. Apparently what had happened was my NK got off at the wrong bus stop and went home with another girl she barely knew. After awhile the mom got suspicious of why this random child was at her house (why she let it go two hours without being concerned, I have no idea) and she went through NK’s backpack until she found my number on a notecard and called me. MB immediately left to go pick her up.
Once MB and NK got home we were all SO relieved, but we had no idea what happened with the wrong information at the school. Eventually the police came to the conclusion that the school accidentally recorded the pickup of another girl with the same first name as NK as NK being picked up. It was a huge mistake on the schools part, and they apologized profusely.
It was by far the most chaotic day of my life, and the most terrified I have ever been. I’m so happy everything turned out okay but…yikes.
38. No Wonder The Kids Wanted Nothing To Do With Them
I had a family with 6 kids. Dad was a family law attorney, Mom was a paralegal in his office while studying to take the bar. I only took care of the 4 youngest kids. The older 2 were 16 (girl) & 17 (boy). The ones I took care of were all boys…7, 7 (twins), 9, 10.
The twins were sweet. 17 was seldom at home. Told me his dad was “a frigging nut job”.
Dad was not to be left home with 16 unless someone else was there. She was also the only one dad was not allowed (moms word) to discipline. He couldn’t ask where she was going. If she asked him for a ride another kid had to go.
9 threw a pot of boiling water at me. Because I wasn’t fast enough getting the pasta in for mac & cheese. He also opened a cabinet door slamming the knob into my head. Intentionally. He continued to try to do this to get me to bleed.
10 tried to push me down the stairs. Like, two hands on my back, pushing.
I ended up being fired after the stair attempt. According to the mother me yelling “oh my god!” as I grabbed the railing constituted me abusing the children.
Mom passed the bar. And within 6 month was in a mental hospital. She had a complete break down from the severe abuse she suffered as a child.
16 & 17 moved away for college and were no contact with their parents. I haven’t had an update for over 20 years though.
37. Neglectful Parents Leads To This…
I had a NF living in a luxury building, going on trips and I had to trick the parents into buying shoes for the kids even after the soles fell off. I started buying cheap TShirts for them because they would outgrow the clothes and they would be ripped and they would not want to replace them.
Same family of 2 boys, used to violently fight each other. One day during tennis class they started fighting and the older child swung and brought the tennis racket down on the brother’s face spitting the the eyebrow open. I took the kid to the Dr and the parents were ticked because it cost them money. They actually laughed at my horror.
One day they were fighting and the younger one maced me and the older one and it was H-E-L-L.
I finally had enough and gave notice and they refused to accept it. I finally told them I wouldn’t be coming in Monday no matter what and ignored all the calls and nasty messages.
36. Mom and Dad, You HAVE To Believe Us!
I have a story about what our nanny did while we were children. This dude was really odd. Liked to show us amateur kung fu and drop us with random shots to our pressure points. Blasted the band “sweaty nipples” or maybe that was the album name, hard to say. We could only have two ice cubes in our water.
One day though, he decided to take us kids on a hike. Now this is Alaska in the summer, lots of dangers the least of which is bears. We lived next to a huge wildlife reserve which had bears. He brought me and my siblings out to the forest, maybe 10 minutes in. We are 8, 9, and 10 at this point. All of a sudden he gets out his backpack and inside it is a rope.
He puts us in birth order and ties himself to my older brother, me in the middle and my sister bringing up the rear. The rope was tied around our hands. (He) proceeded to drag us up and down all these hills, I’ll never forget looking behind me and seeing my sister being led up this hill by just her arm.
The worst part is that our parents didn’t believe us..! He continued to be our nanny for the rest of the summer.
35. Driven To Madness
I had my first nanny job about 2 years ago and it was a nightmare. I got the job because, previously, I had been working at a camp for 3 years and I loved every second I had with the kids. It’s how I found my love for childcare. But I had a horrible boss who never paid me right (would only pay me for 8 hours on 11 hour field trip days), so I quit that job and began working for a MB with two NKs. They were fraternal twins, one 7M and one 7F. MB paid me very well (250/week for school, 400/week for summer) for only having been 16yo, but I could only bare staying with them for 5mo because of how awful the children were.
When I started working there, the family seemed very laid back. The NKs went to an Organic School and the mom was very hippyish. The day I went for my interview, the children were both hot messes and neither of them had had their hair brushed for what looked like days, but MB didn’t expect me to bathe or provide hygiene care for them, I was essentially just their to make sure they didn’t hurt themselves or burn down the house. All MB told me to do in being there for the kids was to just keep them on their tablets or videogames and take them to the park every now and again. As a 16yo, I didn’t think anything of it, I was basically thinking “sweet! easy money!”
After 2mo of being with the NKs, I was ready to rip my hair out. These children were spoiled rotten. Their parents had just gone through an awful divorce and dad was essentially out of the picture, so MB and grandparents spoiled these children in hopes of making sure they weren’t traumatized by the divorce. Now, as a child who personally lived through a divorce and as a childcare provider who had seen children go through divorces, I knew this was the worst possible way of treating these kids. All it does is create spoiled rotten children. And that’s exactly what happened to these kids.
It started off well, I would play Super Smash Bros with the 7M and play princess with the 7F everyday after school and we would have a good time. Well, summer came around and I had to spend 8+ hours with them every weekday.
Things turned sour the first time I had to take them out of the house. I took them to the park. Well the 7M wanted to bring his iPad, but he had been playing on it pretty much a morning and it was dead, so I told him there was no point to bring it, because we were about to go to the park and it was almost dead.
The kid lost his mind. Started screaming crying about how I hate him and how he wanted MB and that I was mean. And I honestly had no clue what to do. I was young and hadn’t experienced this before, so to calm him down as soon as I could, I just told him we would go to the park that day.
Well the 7F then got upset because she wanted to go to the park, but she wasn’t freaking out like he was, so I just told her we would go the next day. (We did and he brought his fully charged iPad just to leave it in the car). The fits became an ongoing situation and I didn’t feel comfortable telling MB because I thought she had enough on her plate and I didn’t want to stress her out.
But it got so bad with the kid, one day I just sat on the floor in the hallway and just cried. I couldn’t take it anymore. I bawled like a baby. But I calmed myself down and just dealt with it until the end of summer, when I told MB I was too busy with clubs to work. It was the worst summer of my life, I had never cried so much
34. Not Sure That’s What The Mom Meant By ‘Go Outside’
This won’t take the cake but my siblings and I had a nanny one summer, we were all 7-11 years old ish.
There were a lot of issues but the most obnoxious was that she’d lock us out on HOT summer days. Like my mom would say “make sure the kids go outside”, so nanny would literally just lock the garage door & watch TV in the cool A/C all day lol
She also borrowed books on my library card and never returned them so my mom had to pay a significant amount of fees. Also stole makeup and a few other things. Also would just sleep a lot lol. Carrie you were mean (I’m sure our family was a pain too though)
33. That Feeling Of Always Being Watched
My first ever NF had cameras in various places in the house and would actively watch/record me. they also added in another camera in an area that didnt have one previously that i played with the kids in so they could watch me there. when the weather got warm, id play in the yard and MB would reposition a camera so she could watch me interact there as well.
MB also wanted me to not do the kids dishes so she could see how much they ate that day. they also had a journal for me to write about the day in as I had time. on days I didn’t have time, MB would ask about where the entry was. one day, NB5 and NG2 got into her headband drawer and NB put on one of her headbands. MB wasn’t even home and texted me asking why he was wearing one.
that all being said, I am now with an amazing family who appreciates my hard work, and I feel safe, comfortable, and happy there. they trust me with NK, and even though they WFH (ik there’s a general disdain) they truly are great at ensuring we have space that’s for NK.
32. So That’s Where All The Leftovers Went
Not sure this fits: we had a night nanny when I was younger ( my mom is widowed and worked nights as a nurse). My mom was pretty laid back about things and said she was welcome to eat whatever, just have us in bed by 8 and on the school bus at 7:30. Every night she’d arrive with Tupperware to take more than half of the food my mom made. She’d sneakily do this while we slept and text my mom we ate more food once she left.
My mom finally mentioned it to us about why we were eating so much each night when we just had dinner. My sister and I innocently mentioned how nanny carried out her bag of food each morning. She wasn’t fired but definitely stopped taking half the fridge. I never really understood why she did it, she worked a full time job and just basically slept over our house and got us on the bus. She took the job to help pay for her wedding.
31. A Nasty Exit From The Worst Job Ever
I had started working at a Montessori preschool last October as the morning assistant. My hours were usually a little under 4 a day. Sometimes I would stay later because it’s a small program. I was suggested by my boss (lead teacher) to take their Montessori training, which had been ran by my boss and the owners of the school (an older couple). I took it and the entire training was basically them talking about why their program was better than others. This was a 40hr training over 2 weekends and I was working another job at the time as well. I fell for all of it honestly. I thought I was in a great place…
My boss would praise me all the time and would regularly say that she appreciated my work and efforts. Over time, that faded away. She started making backhanded comments to me and my coworkers (she had always been this way but she was putting on a show for me). Comments were often “I think we need to have another training” and “I wish I could give you guys my brain”. Which is really discouraging and discounts for the fact that everyone does child care differently. She would write us long aggressive emails that were clearly directed towards one person (6 employees total at this school). She was also VERY inconsistent with the way she wanted things done, so you could never win.
Well, I had been a nanny for my aunt at the same time. My aunt lost her care provider for her youngest, I was getting burnt out from working 12+hr days, and I was struggling with moving because of financial struggles. My aunt asked me to take on all 3 of her kids. After serious consideration, I decided to quit at the preschool. I sent about a 25 days notice with a little bit of an explanation about why.
My boss emailed back stating that I agreed to stay till the end of the year and asked me to stay. Which I had not. I spoke as though I would be there for a while, which I honestly thought I would. I apologized for the inconveniences that it may cause and thought that would be the end of it. My boss and the owners turned around with how dissappointed they are with me and threatened me with no reference. I basically said F your reference (in a responsible adult way). The emails went back and forth for a couple of days with my boss mostly saying the same things over and over. In my last two days, she came to me and said “I can’t morally let you leave without a reference so you can use me as a reference”.
It was an AWKWARD 25 days to say the least. I miss those kids, but that first experience at a preschool completely ruined it for me.
30. Kids Weren’t So Bad, But The Parents…
I briefly worked for a family that needed a night nanny as MB was a night nurse, and DB worked late and varied hours.
Apparently, MB used to be (in her words) “morbidly obese,” and she went on an intense diet and exercise regime and lost 150+ pounds. She then had twins, a boy and a girl, and immediately went hard to drop any baby weight.
The twins were around 18mo when I was hired, and she told me that their meals were as followed:
Breakfast: she would go to starbucks every morning and bring home one pastry that the twins would share.
Lunch & Dinner: They would split a Lean Cuisine for each of these meals.
Snacks: cheerios or fruit. One snack a day.
These children were so hungry! Half a lean cuisine is like 150 calories, maybe.
I felt like the worst person feeding these babies so much sodium packed diet food. But MB worried they would get fat.
To add to this, the kids were “free range” in that they frequently had massive bruises and cuts on their heads from being allowed to climb on very high things in order to “learn from natural consequences.” This resulted in chaos because there were 2 of them, and if I made it to catch one, sure enough, another would be climbing something else.
The cherry on top was DB coming home and asking to show me his guitar collection in the garage. When the kids fell asleep, he played me a bunch of random guitar solos as I sat there feeling incredibly awkward.
I eventually left this job because I felt so uncomfortable with the parents.
29. Dogs Are Man’s Best Friend, Not Baby’s
Nannied for a family with a probably 9ish month old baby and 2 rescue pits that according to MB were rescued from a dog fighting situation. Baby was getting pretty mobile and crawling all over the house. One day he was crawling toward me on the couch while one of the dogs was near me on the carpet. I’m not sure if it was him getting between the dog and a toy or just crawling face down in our direction but the dog attacked the kiddo and bit his head. There were puncture wounds on the top of his head and the soft tissue on his ear had been completely ripped off. It happened so fast.
I shouted which scared the dog enough to get off the baby thank God. I jumped up and grabbed the terrified screaming baby holding his bleeding ear to my chest to hold pressure on the wound and quickly kenneled the dog. Thankfully the parents lived like 5 blocks from the hospital so I tossed the kiddo in a carseat and sped down the road while I called MB. Kid ended up having minor plastic surgery on his ear but no major injuries.
To make it worse, the family refused to re-home the dog or put it down even though they were legally required to after the hospital had reported what happened. (I believe it had also bit mom’s leg before too.) The dogs lived in the 3 season porch off the kitchen and the baby got the rest of the house. For months! In MN in winter! MB ended up quitting her job to be home to manage it while they tried to buy a doggie day care so the dogs could live there full time. I drove by the house a few months later and the dogs were playing in the back yard.
28. Hiring A Nanny Does Not Excuse You From Being A Parent
I was pregnant when I was a nanny. I’ve done LOADS of regular babysitting my whole life but this was my first job as an actual nanny. So my boss at the frozen yogurt place I worked at asked me if I could nanny for them bc their other nanny had left. He paid shit but I didn’t know that then bc I was like 25 (young and naive) and it was above minimum wage and having watched kids for forever I figured it would be relatively easy.
Found out later that their previous nanny worked next door nannying my kids best friend so me and her would chat while the kids played. Plus the mom over there was the sweetest ever and didn’t mind if he played over there and I relaxed for just a bit bc he was very high energy and I was pregnant.
Anyway, so me and the previous nanny are chatting one day and I was curious about why she left and she told me that on her day off she was asked to come help the father put up a ceiling fan and while she was on the ladder she fell off and broke her foot badly. She was a student in college when I knew her and the family refused to pay for any of the work she had to do despite them being VERY well off. Like living in a neighborhood full of Drs and lawyers kind of well off. And refused to pay a penny.
Luckily the family she currently worked for knew her bc they were the neighbors and again, the son’s played together all the time. Their dad was a foot surgeon and did the surgery and everything on her foot probono and then hired her and paid better and took her to Italy with them for each summer bc they had family they would spend the summer with.
The father for my family (who I worked for at his frozen yogurt shop as well) would instruct me to wear his son down so he was tired when he got home and he could put him in front of the TV while he holed up in his office and wouldn’t bother him.
He also asked me to do house work that he didn’t want his wife to do “because she’s pregnant and I don’t want her straining herself”…..but yet I was a whole trimester further along than her. Stuff like house work that I didn’t agree to do and cleaning and wrapping Xmas gifts etc etc. Just blew my mind.
All the neighbors absolutely hated him bc he would regularly leave his kid at their house to “run a few quick errands for a couple of hours” and then would be gone well into the evening regardless of the neighbors plans. He was aweful. But you wouldn’t know it unless you saw behind his mask.
I always wonder how their child is doing now. He would be about 15 or 16 now. Wouldn’t be surprised if they are divorced. Sorry, that was long and not very exciting but it still blows my mind what an a**hole the dad was.
27. The Most Unprofessional Employers
Probably a few years ago me telling NF that I was leaving at the start of Feb, told them MULTIPLE TIMES from early November to organize care under the assumption that I would be unavailable come the Feb 1st because I was starting study. End of Jan receive a frantic text telling me I have “left them in the lurch” and how unfair it is to have “left us in the position of no care.” I of course panic and tell them I’ll help out for as long as I can.
By the end of Feb (whichever year this was) I am working two jobs and studying full time. Not good!
Now I’m older I’m like, I informed them multiple times, I told them the dates but they pulled an emotional manipulation on me!! Never do this to a person guys! If someone says I’m out by x date you can ask them if they may be flexible but if you forgot to search for a replacement don’t expect nannies to go the extra mile like I did. Saying something long the lines of “if you don’t come to work after your agreed end of contract then no one will pick up LO and they will be scared and alone at school” is incredibly manipulative and basically assumes that your nanny cares more about your own flesh and blood than you do.
DO NOT DO THIS!
26. No Eating Until The Baby Says So
Do au pair stories count? When I au paired in China I was paired with a family where the dad beat the mom and the two year old was the most spoiled brat I’ve ever seen in my LIFE
The mom had a rule: to not say no to her kid. I’m not kidding; she meant it. If the kid took my stuff, I had to ask/wait for it back. She said that I had to make sure everything is out of reach because it’s my fault if her kid touches it.
That included my passport. We were at the police station registering me (if you stay in China for past a certain amount of days you just have to confirm w/ cops your presence). She brought the kid during it and she grabbed my PASSPORT. I of course, kindly took it from her hands as that is a book with pages that can easy rip. Not to mention, uh, IT HAD MY VISA!
mom yelled at me in the car not to say no to her kid.
The best part? I also could only eat when the kid allowed… so if I tried to sit and eat with the family, the kid would cry (she didn’t talk yet but could make it clear she was upset). I had to.. GO BACK INTO MY ROOM and WAIT to come out.
And then if she didn’t cry when I sat down and ate, I could eat. Yeah I got the fuck out of there quick. I was 18 at the time so I didn’t know how to stand up for myself that well. I went to another Chinese family but they sucked as well.
I studied Chinese in high school for 3 years and had been there before I au paired so I was disappointed by the experience. The first time I went, I was in the Chinese country side, but au pairing was all Beijing/city folk.
25. Did You Set Me Up To Fail?
I had a DB who worked from home and was secretly following me everywhere that I took the kids. He was in the middle of a nasty divorce and there was a no contact order against MB. He was paranoid and convinced that I was taking the kids to go meet with her somewhere so she could take them.
One day he asked me to take the kids to haircuts at a salon down the street. It was a test apparently. The girl NK got her haircut there, but boy NK wanted to go to sports clips instead, and it was close by so I said sure. We drive to sports clips and I park and we get out, and then I see DB running across the parking lot at me going full speed. He literally almost tackled me.
He ripped my purse off my shoulder and dumped everything on to the ground and screamed “WHERES YOUR PHONE? I KNOW YOURE MEETING HER HERE. LET ME SEE YOUR TEXT MESSAGES NOW.” Dude was following us the entire time and when I deviated from the original plan he could not be reasoned with. I was 18 years old and I was literally terrified that he was going to harm me physically. I didn’t even quit after that incident (🤦🏽♀️) but everything fell apart very quickly from there.
He starting constantly questioning me about everything with this venomous accusatory tone. Like his face was red and he would practically spit. And at the start he was one of those “you’re apart of the family, we love you, you can sleep in the guest bedroom whenever you want” type of overly nice people. Then the mask came off.
24. You Don’t Have To Fire Me, Because I QUIT
This was the last nanny job I will ever take. I was a nanny for a 3F and MB was pregnant when they hired me. DB was a SAHD and was always just kind of lurking around, working out, watching tv etc. He would usually leave for a few hours a day to run errands. DB definitely came from money, MB would be gone all day most of the time at work.
When I started at $20/hr we agreed on light housekeeping. This turned into me coming in everyday to both sides of the sink overflowing with crusted dirty dishes and just a generally dirty house. They had cleaners coming every week when I started. When I complained that I was doing far more than light housekeeping they bumped me up to $22/hr.
Then they had the housekeepers come every 2 weeks. These people would not even sweep or wipe off their own countertops in between cleanings so their house would become very unsanitary. Especially with two dogs, one of which was extremely aggressive and almost attacked me while I was holding the 3wk old baby. So I was constantly cleaning and organizing for my sanity and just generally feeling overworked and underpaid.
When it came time to update our contract as I’d been caring for the baby for 3+ months without an updated one, they tried to add in all kinds of sketchy/illegal stipulations. Like being paid a salary and the requirement to be seen at MB’s Urgent Care if I wanted to use any of my 16 hours of sick pay for a whole year.
They were not paying for or compensating my health insurance at all. Oh and the best one was her trying to add that if I failed to stay employed through their Vegas trip they had planned then I would be responsible for the airfare. I told her we didn’t see eye to eye, I would not be signing and would instead be giving notice (4 weeks on our contract.)
A week after this discussion they return home to relieve me late and when I said something about it, MB responded ‘do you want freaking $2?!’ I told her it’s not a big deal and we could end the contract as early as that Friday if she wanted. This turned into them yelling and cussing at me in front of the children, almost 20 minutes past when I should have been let off work. I told them I had to go and we could pickup the conversation the next day.
She fired me via text that night and then tried to withhold all of 20 worked hours for that week and all of my remaining vacation pay. I filed for unemployment and with the DOL. Both sided with me but she did not provide the DOL a forwarding address so I rescinded their involvement and am now in the midst of suing the nanny parents. She left a shitty review for me on Care but it doesn’t matter because they made me never want to nanny again.
23. Does Batman Live Here?
Are one off babysitting stories allowed? Shortly after I got home from college, I did a babysitting job for a neighbor. I had just fed the girls and was putting away dinner when out of the corner of my eye I saw something above me. Turns out there was a bat flying over my head. After 30 seconds of panic, I piled all the kids into the bathroom and called the parents they caught the bat a couple days later and turns out it was huge!
We are in the suburbs, so bats in the house is not at all common! I know more country areas, it happens occasionally
22. Forget My Number
So it’s the holidays and I’m looking for some fill in work. I have a 2yo and 5mo of my own. Interview with this family that needs some housework done and someone available in case 4yo gets sent home from school (should have been a red flag in itself). They can only pay me $15 an hour. Oh well, I’m used to getting low balled since I bring my own kids with me.
Go in the next day and mom had decided to just keep 4yo home so he can get to know me. Okay. Older kiddos go off to school and I start working on the literal mountain of laundry piled in the hallway. Later my baby goes down for a nap and I decide to tackle the pantry that mom asked me to organize. This is when it got bad.
Not only is over half the food expired but there is a massive bug infestation. I start chucking out bags and bags of food while trying not to vomit (especially after discovering bugs in the cereal the kids had for breakfast including my own son). Eventually I can’t take it anymore and older kiddos are home from school so I tell them we are going to the park. (I desperately needed fresh air).
All goes well until I say it’s time to go back for dinner. 4yo is upset and decided to take it out on my 5mo by punching him in the face while he’s chilling in his car seat. Then as I’m trying to load everyone in the car he bolts across a field I plop my littles in the car with the older kids and take off after him. Carry him back kicking and screaming and wrestle him into his car seat.
Get back to the house and 4yo is in a rage. He keeps trying to attack my infant and I spend the next hour standing guard over baby while trying to keep my oblivious 2yo close to me. 4yo finally sends to calm down and asks for a glass of water which I provide. He goes off and I start to relax… until older brother comes up and angrily demands if I have 4yo a glass of water.
I, bewildered, say yes and he says that I can’t do that when he is in a mood and that 4yo has dumped water all over his electronics. Older brother then takes it upon himself to corral 4yo and I leave him to it and immediately bolt when dad gets home, messaging mom that I am unavailable the rest of the week.
21. I’m Not Getting Paid Nearly Enough For This
I nannied for a woman who wanted to salary me at 400$ a week and then once I started working for her I realized I was there 4 days a week working 7 am -7pm with my day absolutely filled with things to do. I was only 19 at the time and didn’t realize I was getting exploited by her.
On top of that she had a 7 month old un fixed male puppy who she wanted me to walk for a minimum of 4 hours a day! Regardless if it was snowing or raining outside. She often sent me out in the car in snow storms to take the dog to the park because she wanted him “tired” when she got home.
When the dog was excited to see her when she got home she would accuse me of not walking him. She even one time accused me of abuse saying I wasn’t letting him out because he kept pissing on this one corner of the couch aka just marking his territory like I had told her.
This is only scratching the surface but at the end of it she basically decided to fire me but not tell me and kept saying “ I don’t need you this week I’m working from home” but also left me without pay. I finally confronted her and we agreed to part ways.
When I when to get my last 400$ check she tried to pay me 25$ for the entire week I worked because she felt it was “what I deserved” and said I broke things of hers. It took me weeks of harassing her to get her to pay me what she owed me. Absolute b****, I heard they got rid of their dog as well
20. Something Is Up…
The summer of my (20F) 16th birthday I went to work for a rich Parisian family in their castle in the countryside (I come from France). When I saw their luxurious flat with a garden in the most famous district of Paris, I suspected their wealth. But when I arrived at their castle, the ground collapsed under my feet.
I was first impressed by the size of the castle with a main building and two wings, all on 4 floors and surrounded by a park of several hectares. They had an Olympic swimming pool and several ponds, fields of grapes, a flamboyant vegetable garden and 3 other houses.
But on top of all that, they had an army of employees at their service : a home cook and her assistant, two butlers, two housekeepers, a year-round gardener and finally us, the three babysitters (there were seven children in all: the three cousins of the two I was babysitting and two daughters of friends who were staying in the castle at the same time as us).
So far the story is quite pleasant: it’s another world but you can accept it. Until I found out that all the employees except the cook were Sri Lankan employees, all from the same family and working for this rich family for 2 generations now.
They all slept in a rather shabby house (and were separated in Paris : some were living at the grandfather’s place when others were staying at each of his daughters house (the one I was working for and her sister) in some small servants rooms). Only this fact is shocking but there is more unfortunately… The younger ones of the Sri Lankans had two children : a boy and a girl of the same age as the children I was looking after.
But everytime all the children tried to play together, the grandfather would come after them and forbid them to talk to each other.
The staff were not allowed to use the pool even when no family members were there and seemed to be working 7 days a week overall.
To maybe reassure you, I was not staying in one of the most luxurious rooms and I was very badly paid (250€ for 12h of work / day for 7 days so around 3€/h), but I was treated well.
But anyways, I felt like I was going back 2 centuries during this week…
19. A Serial Offender Who Should Be Reprimanded
I worked in a nanny share.
MB1 and DB1 had 3 kids (g5,g3,g1). MB2 and DB2 had 2 kids (b2.5 and b1). Moms were sisters and lived right next to each other.
I started when g5 was 3.
DB1 was a chiropractor and gave “free” chiropractic care as a bonus to whoever they hired, weirdly enough he doesn’t give me any adjustments like this in the office.. he has me lie down on his ‘c’ shaped sectional couch.. he’d put his hand (no gloves) under my leggings which I didn’t wear underwear under, place his fingertips right above my **** and press hard while moving my leg bent to the side..
Unbeknownst to me, DB1 was sexually assaulting me and telling me it was an adjustment only ‘elite’ chiropractors know. It felt uncomfortable. Something was off. I never speak up for myself. So I stayed silent. Something I shouldn’t have done, but it is what it is, I can’t go back and change it.
I’ve never been to chiropractor. And at this point I’ve not had health insurance, or even knew how to verify. So I believed him.
I quit in Feb 2020, because MB1 was just too passive aggressive and just not a nice human.. they hired a new nanny who I became friends with. I revealed what happened to me to new nanny and said that I’ve done research and it’s not an adjustment.
Week goes by, new nanny calls crying saying he did it to her.
45. that’s how many chiropractors her mom called around central columbus, and none of them knew if that adjustment.
We go to chiropractic board, just to verify or deny that it’s an adjustment. No hear back. Come fall 2020, I get an aggressive call from MB2 how I’m lying, ruining his career, why would I do this blah blah blah. The board showed up at his office to start an investigation. MB2 then in a 1 month period ‘attacks’ me 3 separate times to get me to recant my statement. I quit Dec 2020.
Court happens, they lie on stand how I was a shitty nanny. Judge looks at MB2 when she’s on stand and says “if she was so bad, why did she continue working for you after she quit with MB1 & DB1?” She looks ridiculous in her seat bc she doesn’t have an answer.
Months go by, it’s now Feb 2021. Close to my birthday, still haven’t heard anything.
One day. One day after my birthday I get the call. He’s suspended from chiropractic care… for 6 MONTHS.
Do you know what he and his family did in those 6 months??
Took a f***ing “sabbatical” to their lake house to spend needed quality time with each other.
I feel so f***ing cheated.
18. Here For The Kids, Not For You
In college I nannied on a regular basis for a few families but I would also occasionally babysit other random families I met or found on sittercity here in there if I needed extra cash.
It was about a couple months or so before I was set to move into my own place (out of state with my bf) and so I was picking up a lot of random occasional sitter jobs. I meet this single dad through sittercity who needed a sitter for 2yoB. I make it clear that I’m only available on an occasional basis and that I’m moving WITH MY PARTNER very soon. He says that’s fine.
The first time I go over I get a weird vibe from DB. He’s very overly touchy with NK to a point where I feel uncomfortable and it doesn’t seem like NK is comfortable either. He also more than once touches my back and I don’t know why I never said anything but I just kinda jerked away from him and try to brush it off. He ALSO tells me that if I need to use the restroom I can just keep the door open and he “probably won’t walk by” WTF?
So yeah he has already given me the ick after the first meet but I keep going cause I need the money and I really loved NK he was so sweet and adorable. But yeah DB keeps being weird and I keep just brushing it off until finally it got really weird and I just stopped going but thennn he hits me up again to come and offers me $50 AN HOUR to come help him decorate NK new nursery (he had just moved in to this place pretty sure him and mom had just separated).
I agree to go cause that’s like double what I got paid usually. But as I’m talking to him I’m like wait … NK is gonna be there right. DB is like oh uh no he was actually supposed to be with his mom but I can have her bring him if you’re more comfortable. Im like uh yes please. So the day comes I go over there and guess what NK IS NOT THERE.
He does the weird touching my back thing again and I pull away and I’m like um where’s NK and he’s like oh yeah he should be here soon I told his mom to bring him at 11. In my head I’m like okay well why was I told to come in two hours before he got here like what. I keep trying to make a point of mentioning how I’m moving in literally like 5 days with my BOYFRIEND.
And he keeps saying how I shouldn’t move and should stay there and work for him. Keep in mind I’ve probably only gone over there a total of 5 times. Finallyyy the kid gets dropped off and I just try to focus all my attention on NK even though DB is just lurking around and talking to me still. Also we don’t decorate anything so that was all a lie lol.
Basically I think he just realized I wasn’t gonna come anymore and he wanted me to come so bad he offered me an insane amount to come and used “interior decorating” as an excuse.
Also DB tells me him and mom are in process of potty training NK and at one point he’s like oh it’s time for NK to try to go potty and he literally takes NK and forcibly holds him down on the toilet and makes me stand there and try to console NK while he’s screaming bloody murder and hyperventilating.
I was literally appalled and almost started crying like he literally traumatized that little boy what kind of PT tactic is that. NK ended up peeing on my feet a little bit on accident and the dad was like adamant about insisting I shower and I’m just like “no thank you I’m okay”.
When I left that day the little boy clung to me so hard and was screaming for me to stay and I’d only met him like 5 times it was so sad I just knew he felt so unsafe with DB ):
After that the dad would text me constantly for MONTHS asking how I was and saying he wish I still lived there so he could take me out and it was soooo weird I never responded to him but a few months ago I got a message from sittercity saying he had been terminated for unacceptably inappropriate behavior or something along those lines.
I hope that what I experienced with him was the worst of it and that he didn’t hurt any other girls who were employed by him
17. Eight Pages Of Rules Is About Seven Pages Too Many
I’ve been nannying for so long and have worked for so many families I could write stories all day. My two favorite moms to talk about are on complete opposite ends of the spectrum, one being the most over protective parent I’ve ever encountered, and the other being the most permissive, never telling her children no (when she was present).
The first was a first time mother, so I was a bit sympathetic to her obsessive (nee annoying) behavior, but she eventually just drove me away. I worked for this family over the weekend each week, and at first even though she seemed very protective, she was still very nice.
The child was about 8 months old and just starting to scoot along on the floor. The mommy was very adamant about you never being less than a few inches away from her in case she bumped her head while trying to scoot on the floor.
Now I’ve never been a mother, but my philosphy is that we are going to have bumps and bruises along the way. I am going to do everything I can to provide a safe environment that encourages learning and development, but for heavens sake-follow her around with your hands poised to catch her at all times?
Each time this mother came home she would inspect the child and question you about any mark that she found (or made up). She left passive agressive notes around the house addressing things she didn’t like you doing that she had watched on the videos after you left. These are things like “Wash silverware very well before putting them in the dishwasher” posted on the dishwasher….
What took the cake was the day I arrived to an 8 page set of house rules, laying out everything she had watched her sitters do on her nanny cams that she did not like and that were not allowed.
The typical “Don’t use cell phones while in our home” etc etc were on the list but the things that took the cake were things like “Don’t eat in front of our baby because it’s unfair to her feelings.” and “Don’t leave the baby in her crib while you use the restroom”.
This is what I did since she also said the baby was never to be left unattended and I felt she was the safest in her crib. Another rule listed was to never take the baby into the bathroom with you because there were no cameras in there.
I was so utterly offended by what that rule insinuated I never went back. The nanny agency I worked for her through told me she sent 4 page emails on a weekly basis detailing and complaining about each sitter they had sent her up until me.
The rules went on and on…this mother was a nutter and quiet frankly was being more harmful than helpful to her child. There really has to be a balance for a healthy child to learn and explore in a safe encouraging environment.
16. The Nightmare Assignment
I had a child so evil, so effed up, so destined for prison that I still cringe when I think of him four years later.
I was 21 and nannying for the first time for a family with two girls (11 and 8) and a boy (5). The two girls worshipped me and I never had any problems with either of them. The boy, though, from day one, was absolutely determined to hate me and make my life a living hell. This child was very smart and used to getting anything he wanted. He knew exactly what he was doing.
There were so many times that I should have quit because I was stressed and unhappy every day, even outside work.
I should have quit the time I took him to the video store, and when I told him he couldn’t get the Power Rangers DVD he wanted because we needed to get a movie his sisters would like too, he threw himself on the floor, started screaming at the top of his lungs in the middle of the store, and hitting me with an umbrella.
I should have quit the time he was disobeying me so I told him he had to have a time out, and when he wouldn’t move I tried to pick him up and carry him to time out, and he started punching me in the arm repeatedly, so I just gave up on time out.
I should have quit the time I asked him what he was drawing, and he said it was a gravestone with my name on it.
I should have quit the time the dad found me crying alone in the kitchen out of sheer frustration, and when I tried to communicate to him how disrespectful the child was to me, he proceeded to tell me that he and his wife encourage their kids’ “strong personalities,” which somehow justified the little bastard’s behavior. (I thought my brain was going to explode at that moment.)
Those are just some instances I can think of off the top of my head; I’m sure I can think of many more. Every day with that child was a nightmare.
After only about two months, despite my best efforts to bond with the kid and be firm with him, the kid, a fucking 5-year-old, had broken my spirit. It’s crazy to think of now, but he really did.
One day he was being his normal little shithead self, and I muttered under my breath “G___, you are the meanest little boy I’ve ever met.” The kid heard me, told his dad and I was fired on the spot.
I know that it may sound pathetic that I let a damn kindergartener get to me like that, but this kid was hell-bent on driving me away; I have no doubt of this whatsoever. And maybe I shouldn’t have said what I said that day, but considering all the times I stopped myself from screaming expletives at the kid, I think I showed a lot of restraint.
I was upset for all of two days that I got fired and then realized that I was MUCH better off without that family, because it was taking a toll on my mental well-being. (Not to mention that I know now, working with another family, that I was grossly underpaid.)
I also learned how to recognize signs in kids right away that signify similar behaviors to the little hellion, and to avoid families with children like that. NOT worth it.
15. ‘Shadow Man’ Causing Problems
I have a good one here. I had a very open family in which I was very comfortable with both of the parents. I felt like one of the fam, it was a great job.
One night the mom and dad were going out to a function at a local brewery, and were meeting there. Dad was feeding the kids dinner when I got there and was being picked up by a friend so that drunk driving wouldn’t be a problem later on.
No big deal. Normal night. Normal day the next day…
But on the third day, I get there, and we’re having a sit down conversation with both parents…
Oh shit. F, the oldest boy, had told of an encounter with a ‘shadow man’ that was there when I was watching them that night. All F had told them was that a man that was not my boyfriend, whom the kids know, was in their house drinking beer and it was already dark outside.
They were concerned, and had right to be I suppose. They questioned me for days, all kept asking F for more info. It turns out the man in question was the guy who came to pick up dad.
He came in, had a beer, and they left together.
F just failed to mention to mom that dad was also there with the shadow man. I looked like a horrible person. Kids don’t communicate well at 3 1/2!!!
14. Sure, I’ll Just Switch All Of My Plans Around Just For You
Mine also has to do with a controlling Mom. Not so much with the children, but with me. The kids were pretty much allowed to do whatever they wanted. If i told then they weren’t allowed to have cookies because i was cooking dinner, they would call her at work and she would tell them they could.
I had a month long vacation planned before i interviewed for the position, they knew about it and had approved. A few months before i was set to leave, they had to change their summer plans. They asked me to switch the month of my trip. Since it wasn’t TOO much trouble, i did.
This involved switching weekend with various people, hotels, and campgrounds we would be staying with since it was a road trip. Two weeks before we were set to go Mom asks me to come home a week earlier than planned from trip. Since this was a carefully planned road trip coming home more than a day or two early would definitely ruin most of our plans.
I told her this to which she replied, “you can’t just fly home early!?” I’m still unsure as to whether she didn’t understand what a road trip was or she wanted me to leave my boyfriend alone to drive the last 7 days of the trip alone.
Either way i just said no and eventually she let it go. Things weren’t the same after that though. I had always said yes to everything in the past and she was obviously pretty Pissed about me denying her anything. Lol i found another job soon after and continue to love it (2 years later).
13. Live-In Nanny With The Absolute Worst Conditions
I started working as a live-in nanny for a family in February. Everything about them seemed perfectly fine–no red flags during the interview or in our correspondence–so I happily took the position.
Within the first few days, everything changed. I had been told that she had a mild seizure disorder (and had gone over emergency administration of medicine), but I learned the next morning that she would be having a physical therapy session–in my room!
There were more therapy sessions throughout the week: daily physical therapy, twice weekly occupational therapy and once weekly speech therapy.
The sweet little girl that I had mistaken for shy was actually developmentally disabled and the family had failed to disclose this vital information! Still, I needed the job and had already moved in. I took it as an opportunity to learn, and gained a lot of experience.
More medical conditions were revealed as I went on. Eczema, neurological problems, separation anxiety… Still I stuck with it. The harder I worked though, the more duties were piled on. I had already negotiated a higher salary (she tried to pay me $350 a week to start!), but I was basically working 60 hours at minimum wage.
My accommodations were poor and I had intermittent access to a shower, so I was already unhappy. I stopped doing favors and only provided the services that were clearly outlined in our verbal agreement. I decided to resign because my boss couldn’t provide a decent wage for special needs care.
I had to give TWO MONTHS notice, but wait for it… I ended up leaving an entire month early without severance pay because SHE TURNED ME OUT OF HER HOME THIS MORNING.
An officer came and watched as I packed up my things at 7:00AM. I waited at the police station for over an hour while my boyfriend drove to pick me up. And why? Because I was following our verbal agreement. My start time was set at 7:00AM and I refused to start at 6:00AM because I’m still recovering from an infection. I didn’t have sick days or benefits.
If you’re looking for work in Mahwah, NJ, message me and I’ll forward her name. You do not want to work for this person.
12. “Can You Make Sure To Use Premium, Too? Thanks”
Professional Nanny here for many different families. I’ve got a TON of family horror stories! Once, I was a nanny for infant twins. The parents would have me come in early 1 day a week so they could go on a little lunch date. They’d go in their room to get ready and then go out. Nbd. Til one day I got there and the mom turned to dad and said “Are you ready to go have our shower?!” Ew no, T.M.I.
Also I had a family who expected me to use my own money to fill up the tank of their giant SUV I only used once a day to pick them up from school. I told them no, as a young, 20 something year old, college student, I sometimes don’t have that amount of money available. They said that was I was incredibly irresponsible and proceeded to try and give me “financial counseling.”
Then, when I finally left that job to move to another city, the mom told me I could use her as a reference. But she gave me a bad reference and told my potential new job the SUV/gas story. Luckily that mom still hired me and said “Sounds like your old job was challenging, her issues with you aren’t reasonable concerns to me.” And I proceeded to work there for 3.5 years.
11. Well, That Was An Unreasonable Response
I’ve got a good one.
I used to nanny for an attachment parenting raised four year old named L. L was a little beast of a child. Constantly threw tantrums, hit, spit, kicked, the whole shebang.
One day L had a playdate and while I was feeding L’s baby sister, I hear this blood curddling scream coming from L’s bedroom. I run upstairs to find her little friend scream-crying while his nose gushed blood.
I rush him into the bathroom and tend to his face while L stays in her room singing and playing. When the bleeding stops and her friend has stopped crying I ask L what happened. Word for word with a huge smile on her face:
“I told Milo that I wanted to play farm and if he didn’t want to play farm I was gonna kill him. So I hit him in the face with my bucket.”
Her parents were told what happened and she was never punished. I quit soon after. Girl was crazy. She would trip her sister on purpose and giggle about it. F****** attachment parenting..
10. You Tested Positive For Covid? No Problem!
Made me work the day after I told them I tested positive for covid after I said I wasn’t comfortable doing that
Makes me buy dinner at restaraunt everyday, haircuts, other expenses on my card and then gets mad of how much they cost and yells at me
I drive their kids around for like 3 straight hours a day following the moms instructions and then she yells at me for “always being out of the house” and doesn’t pay for car deterioration/miles.
And so much more.
9. Cleaning Up After The Kids And The Parents
The first family I nannied for was a NIGHTMARE. The parents were sweet people, but complete hot messes. I was basically treated more like a housekeeper than a nanny (or “babysitter” as they called me, which I despised because it makes my job sound cute when I’m actually a professional!)
They were both huge slobs— I’d spend hours cleaning the downstairs, only to come back the next day and have it all be wrecked again. Toys strewn about, clothes I’d folded and put in baskets knocked over on the filthy floor, crumbs and bits of food everywhere. And the best part is that I was being paid $13/hr, part-time!
At the time I thought I was making bank (I was coming from working retail), but now I make almost $20/hr at my current job and want to laugh at myself for what I put up with.
On top of all of that, their oldest child had major anger issues and had to go to therapy twice a week. He was a sweet kid, but one time he flew off the handle and wrecked the house while I was there— complete with punching a hole in the drywall. All at 6 years old!!!
Eventually they let me go because the parents were separating, but I couldn’t help but be relieved, honestly.
8. When You Work Two Jobs For The Price Of One
I worked for a family a while back who lived in a very large home: 7 bathrooms, 6 bedrooms, built in pool, very famous mansion in the suburbs. When the cleaning lady wasn’t there, ( she came every other week), I had to clean everything. So I was considered a nanny/housekeeper. It was crazy cleaning all those bathrooms. Boss lady would ask me to:
sew/mend her underwear ( ugly Hanes underpants).
Polish silver trays and platters.
Use an old toothbrush to scrub bathroom fixtures.
Wash “door jams”,
Iron her suede pantsuit. I had no clue how to iron! She never asked me again.
There was a girl I nannied for in the middle of all this. She was a nice girl, raised by self-important parents.
Oh, there was more, but I’ll stop. You get the idea.
7. Can You Just…Let Me Be, Please?
Ok I don’t know if this is really a horror story but… there was one day I came into work with a ton of anxiety (a lot in my personal life plus my 25-minute commute was all ice and fog, it was just tough). I immediately let MB know I was on edge, then we did a normal handoff.
I was not feeling well, my anxiety escalated into a panic attack, but put NK down for first nap regardless. I then let MB and DB know I was having a panic attack and was going to take an anxiety medication to manage this. Note: it was not required that I mention this sort of thing, I did it out of courtesy because my anxiety medication does have a physical impact on my body to lower heart rate and such.
I wanted to maintain transparency and in previous conversations they had been open about how important it is to be accepting about mental health, etc. They made it clear that they wanted to create an environment without stigma around mental health. My mistake for believing them
MB hovered over me most of the day, badgering me to tears at times. She was yelling at me in her sons bedroom, I actually had to remind her to take that sort of conversation elsewhere—and that created even more argument.
It got to a point where I just laid in the baby’s nursery quietly during his nap to avoid her finding me. She still found me tho. That whole day she would come over to us and look in horror, as if she was witnessing a crime. It only made me cry more tbh.
I was feeling upset and she made me feel like I was putting her child in danger. And when I would cry or get upset, baby would also get worked up and confused of course. I don’t know if I can express how awful this whole experience was, but I’m so glad I don’t work in that environment anymore.
I even made a point to discuss medications with my current NF during our interview; it was important that I work with people who trust me to take my own medication as prescribed and as needed. Go figure, I haven’t had any anxiety with this job…. I feel trusted and I feel safe.
6. Started Off Great, But It Took A Turn…
My 2nd nanny job I was super excited for, queer family with one 6 y/o girl. They told me when I started that they wanted a mix of nanny and house manager but not at the same time. I was getting paid 22/hr under the table, and they gave me so much flexibility during the day. They’d give me gifts all the time too they they just didn’t need, like apple pencils and other things.
Originally the plan was for me to tutor the kid at home with her online school because they suspected some sort of special needs but hadn’t had her tested. MB1 worked long hours and was either not home or needed to sleep for the shift. MB2 was dealing with mental health issues, going back to school, and “house work”.
Little by little, more responsibilities were added. They also had loads of cats, in a small 2bd condo so it was cramped with everyone in the house all at once.
First off, the girl was much more significant needs than I originally anticipated. I’m guessing severely autistic, nonverbal (to put it on perspective, I have more luck understanding what my current NK2 needs, than I ever did with her) and they couldn’t get her tested due to some red tape. There were constant meltdowns, potty accidents, no way to communicate, and she couldn’t do any school work.
I was eventually fully her teacher, carer, chauffeur, activity planner, the house maid (sweeping, dishes, litter boxes etc) handyman (fixing drawers and replacing their front door) personal shopper (either groceries delivered or I would run to the store for things) organizer (entire balcony full of stuff I cleared out) car detailed (old convertible needed to be revamped for MB1 to drive again) and personal assistant (fielding calls and doing research for various house projects, taking quotes, setting up people to come check things) All of this on top of a 1hr commute each way.
I was making good money but I was driving a s***** car with no AC in a super hot state, so the drive got old fast. Eventually I couldn’t handle any of it anymore and left that job for my current dream job, and I’ve been with NK2 for a year now.
5. Surprise Attacks While Driving On The Freeway
I took on a summer nanny job when I was 19 and studying to become an elementary teacher. The NF knew kids at my parent’s church who I would watch when I was in town. I needed the money to help pay for tuition for the fall that my loans didn’t cover and my mom was a stickler about not quitting things, even when they were absolutely terrible.
The NK were 6 and 8 and the 6M kid was AWFUL. I would go to the park and other parents would literally whisper saying “There’s the devil child.” At one point, he attacked me while driving on the freeway because he didn’t want to go to the guitar lesson he had planned. I’m still not sure how I didn’t crash and die that day.
Whenever I would tell MB about these things, she would brush me off. And because I was staying with my parents that summer and had nowhere else to go, my mom made me feel like I couldn’t quit (even though I would work 40hours a week and then go to my retail job on nights/weekends)
Happy I survived that summer. I now have a teaching degree, have taught kindergarten for 5 years, and have a very strained relationship with my mother lol.
4. With Parents Like These…
I was a summer nanny (au pair) in college in the late ’80s. One baby, MB didn’t work, DB traveled all week and only home on weekends. They didn’t need a nanny, MB was just bored and lonely.
MB was the epitome of a Rich B****. Boarding schools, world travel, never actually worked a full day in her life. DB was Midwest nice and completely normal. (Their marriage did not last long, lol.) They lived in Greenwich, CT, which…well, you know.
ANYWAY. Here are my stories from the summer of ’88.
I first met them on the plane in Atlanta for our flight to her family’s “estate” in Bermuda. Not just at the gate – I was already seated (flight attendant told me to) and they were the last ones to board. When we landed, she told me that if they had missed the flight, she would have just called the airport in Bermuda to ask me to wait in customs for them to arrive. I had never flown before ever, and I didn’t even have a passport, only a copy of my birth certificate. It was a late-arriving flight, and the airport closed overnight.
While in Bermuda, they rented a yacht for the baby’s “christening party.” I got violently seasick and came very, very close to falling down a flight of stairs while holding the baby.
She told me not to bother trying to talk to any native Bermudians because “you can’t understand them anyway.” When a grandmotherly member of the cleaning staff (native) tried to do peek-a-boo with the baby, Rich B**** literally grabbed the child off my lap and took her into another room without saying a word. During the week-long stay, she never once even made eye contact with the local staff. Most native Bermudians have very dark skin, btw.
As we boarded the plane to fly to Greenwich, she whispered to me: “I’m glad customs didn’t check my bag too carefully, I’m over the limit on the amount of cash they allow.” The limit was $10,000. The woman carried MORE THAN TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS IN CASH in her carry-on bag. When we got to their house, she put in the floor safe in the basement, adding it back to the even bigger pile of cash on hand. Adjusted for inflation, that’s $25,000+.
For baby’s first birthday, she threw a party for 20 (twenty) one-year-olds and HAD A CLOWN SHOW UP. A clown with full wig and makeup. And balloons. And a horn.
The one that broke me: Their dog was a Giant Schnauzer. The poor thing was so over-bred it peed on the floor every time the phone rang. Rich Bitch stated that this pupper was the best guard dog because it could…wait for it…”smell the difference between Black people and white people.” I s*** you not. I don’t think I said more than two words at a time to her the rest of the summer. I think she’s now a realtor, probably red-lining gated neighborhoods and arranging predatory mortgages.
The next summer I nannied for a Jewish family from Queens who adopted me into their giant extended clan and they were the BEST and I cried the entire flight home because I didn’t want to leave. Their one and only flash of wealth was going to a niece’s Bat Mitzvah where Kylie Minogue was the live entertainment.
3. Nanny Horror Story From Both Sides
I baby sat for a few families in my neighborhood from ages 12 to 15. Someone referred me to a family that I didn’t know – they ended up having 5 kids and one was severely disabled. There was hardly any food in the house and no instructions were left for meals or their disabled child. I had arrived at about 3 pm and they said they’d be home by 8 pm. At 9 pm I started calling their contact number – no cells yet. No answer. They finally arrive home after midnight, no apologies and then short me $. I refused a ride and walked home and started working in fast food. They called me for months to come again. Nope.
Decades later I re-injure my spinal cord while my (now ex) hubs was deployed. We scrambled to find someone to care for our Autistic, Epileptic 2 year old child. Hub’s family are Midwestern Southern Baptists, siblings are preachers or married to them. Very pious, close community. They recommend a church member’s daughter to come Nanny for us.
At first she was great, then she met a married marine and started going out with him and drinking. Non married sex, married partners and alcohol are very taboo in their religion. She charges up my Visa and phone bill, although we paid her very well and she had full use of a vehicle, cell (she used our landline?) and no expenses. Plus, a lot of time off and independence for exploring the island and beaches, etc. I would have fired her immediately, for lying, stealing, etc., but our child loved her and she was good with him.
2. Would Have Never Expected This…
When I babysat as a teen, one of the families I work for was a little… off? Very quiet, kinda dorky, but the kids were so, so sweet. They were my neighbors and my mother had always said she got a really creepy vibe from the dad, who was a world renowned pediatric oncologist.
I worked for them for years; they treated me well, paid generously, and I usually worked late nights so after I put the kids to bed i would just hang out and do hw/read on their computer until the parents got home and the dad would walk me back to my house.
I eventually got a different job that took up all of my time, and a few months later the father was arrested on THOUSANDS of CSA image charges. Mainly of girls about the same age as me. There were cameras in almost every room of that house, he had a daughter, and even worse, his wife was the president of the kid’s schools yearbook, so she had THOUSANDs of pictures of all the kids they went to school with.
He plead guilty, but from what I understand, they never ended up telling their kids why “daddy was going away”. I think he’s getting out of federal prison this year. I don’t remember anything specifically inappropriate happening to me, but it makes my heart stop every time I think about it.
1. An Absolutely Horrifying Scene
Nannied for a family who seemed so nice and normal. Wealthy. Orange County, California. The mom worked out of the home in sales and the dad worked from home full time but I would not see him at all. Their den was converted into his office and he had a little fridge and microwave in there for his lunch and stuff. I was not keen on nannying with a parent home but he never even opened the door to come out while I was working. So, pretty easy. I’d been working for them for about 8 months and they told me they were taking a family vacation and wanted me to house sit and pet sit while they were gone. Perfect set up.
They had 3 sweet cats and one pit Bull. I’d interacted with the dog a handful of times and even walked him a few times without issues. 99% of the time, he was in the office with the dad while he worked. I head over the day they’re leaving to help them load the car etc and they give me all the instructions. Seems easy peasy.
I get settled in and take a shower. When I get out of the shower, the dog is sitting on the bath mat dripping blood. I panic thinking he’s cut himself or is injured but then I realize that I’m wiping the blood off and there’s no injury. So I start following the blood trail only to find one of the cats literally ripped apart.
I panic and call my boyfriend at the time because I have zero clue how to handle the situation. I immediately call the family to tell them but they’re on their flight so it goes right to voicemail. I didn’t know if they’d want to cremate any remains or anything but I didn’t want to wait to find out. My boyfriend helps me clean it all up and I’m literally shaking from the whole thing.
I put the dog in the crate and try to figure out what to do next. The other 2 cats are terrified and hiding under the master bed. I bring food and water in there to help them relax and I shut the door. The next day, I still haven’t heard back from the family and I’m getting pretty concerned. I head out to run a few errands for about 2 hours.
When I get back to the house, it’s an absolute bloodbath. There’s blood all over the floors, walls, furniture. I see cat hair everywhere and I literally turned around and walked back outside. I called my mom and boyfriend because I was hysterical. My boyfriend got there and went inside, the dog had slid the bottom of his crate out and clawed the crate until he busted it open. He then ripped apart both cats limb from limb and was playing with the body of one of them in the backyard. He tells me to call animal control because the dog is growling at him when he gets near to attempt to remove the cats body.
I get animal control on the line and they’re heading over. I begin calling the family non stop. Probably 30 times, no answer. On their emergency contact sheet they left the name of their resort so I decided to call the resort and tell them it was an emergency.
I FINALLY get ahold of the mom and she’s totally nonchalant about it and says “oh ya, Bitty (dog) doesn’t really like the cats, this has happened before” and is TOTALLY casual about it. Tells me to clean up what I can and that she’ll send professionals over in the AM. I tell her that I had to call animal control because the dog was in the backyard growling over the cats body and she legit goes “ah he’s so silly” and LAUGHS. I hung up the phone in tears.
Animal control gets there and takes the dog with them after hearing the story of what happened. I left and never went back. She sent me a check for $500 about a month later and I heard from friends that not only had the dog done that to multiple other cats, it had also ended up attacking the dad 2 days after they got back from their trip.