what's the worst personal comment you have received from a person ?

Attending my nephews wedding, I was feeling quite pleased with my choice of dress for the occasion. Until my brother-in-law commented that I looked like I was wearing a tablecloth.( well it was a kind of tartan pattern).His comment must have been overheard by the best man because during his speech he looked over at me and announced to the entire room that I looked lovely in my tablecloth! Still makes me laugh when I think about it so many years later.

When I was 16 my stepmother was talking with her sisters about would be their carer when they got old.
Stepmother says well Fartooold is so ugly no one will marry her so that will be her job! I DID NOT!!

"You have small D"

I saw one of my old friends in the High Street .
She looked me up and down and pronounced,well you used to look good.

silverlining48

Having said that I see I posted on this in July.

I won’t bother reading it then. I probably posted my nasty remark years ago!😂

Having said that I see I posted on this in July.

14 year old thread

I don't think it would be considered publishable on here. Suffice to say it was highly insulting to my femininity, intellect and appearance, all the while being forced backwards into a wall with the abuser's spittle on my face. I did call the police and the person was charged. It was frightening though, as I was working in an isolated outdoor area at the time.

I wouldn't introduce you to any of my friends you are an embarrassment.

My sister wanted to go to art school. My mother said “No you don’t. You won’t like the sort of people who go there.”
Since I was already there and so was one day to be DH …there isn’t much to say about that.

An aunt dropped in on a short visit at the same time as I got home from school. I don't know how tne subject came up but mum said to my aunt ...... No matter what you'd pit on her she still looks like nothing. I was 14.

I rue the day you were born.
From my narcissistic Mother.

The most hurtful things were all said by my mother, because she always had to be better than anyone else. I followed that up by marrying a man who loved to run me down. I understand now why they were like this but the damage has been done.

I wasn’t at all bothered at being one of three or four children removed gently and kindly from a primary school class entry to a school singing competition. A very shy child I remember feeling relieved. All was well until I overheard my grandfather comment to my Mum that he wasn’t surprised as I sounded like a rusty saw. I’ve not attempted to sing a note in public since, I am however very good at miming.

Said by a lad in a 70's disco - your hands are really rough, are you a bricky? I had very bad eczema.

“Isn't she pretty in an ugly sort of way” said by a barman to my boyfriend back in the 1970s.

I went to a rather snooty grammar school and made a new best friend who I invited to tea. She told me she had never before met anyone whose house was joined on to another house!

A man I knew told me that he was worried about his daughter who had lost weight and had become thin. He said, “She used to be well rounded like you.”

When I had to have an emergency caesarean decades ago, my best friend came to visit me in hospital and asked: 'Don't you feel a failure as a woman not being able to give birth naturally'. She was no longer a best friend. Indeed, what happened to her and her marvellous family along life's way was far worse than me having to have a caesar!

As a fairly assertive person I have been at the receiving end of quite a lot of of nasty and cutting remarks over the years, but theone thatstuckwas the one by my paternal grandmother.

I came home from school excited and triumphant because I haddone unexpectedly well in an exam. My grandmother looked at me and said 'Well, your trumpeter will not die of overwork.' and walked away.

After my younger sister got better exam results than me my mum told me ‘We used to think you were the brains and she was the beauty but now we realise that she has both and you have neither’. Rather a harsh thing to say to an 18 year old - I don’t think my self esteem has ever recovered!

I expect sir will already have read the very tackless remark what my once kind son mentioned to me so I won’t add anymore

I wouldn't introduce you to my friends you are an embarrassment.

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M0nica

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I admire those of you who can brush off hurtful comments, but for some of us, those things can leave a lifetime of misery. Sticks and stones may break our bones - but words can scar too.

But why?

If I could answer that, I'd probably make a fortune. Maybe it depends on your personality, but when you've constantly been told how ugly and worthless you are, these things tend to stick with you for life. To feel that no matter what you do, what you achieve, you'll never be good enough. If you've never been made to feel that way by someone, then you can't imagine what it feels like.

I had a childhood of being considered awkward and difficult. I had a bowel problem that led to vicious bullying and I was generally considered odd.

To be fair, this rarely happened at home. My parents took being undemonstrative to high levels, but I did feel secure.

40 years ago I was diagnosed with dyspraxia and it was later suggested I had ADHD. This was long before the idea of neural diversity hit the headlines.

I just decided that as the whole world were agin me. I would just ignore it and get on with life in my own way. It was the same with my parents. Once I realised that no matter how much I tried to get my mother to understand who and what I was. I just decided not to bother anymore and just accept her incomprehension.

I am essentially lazy and I decided that taking nasty things said to me hard only made my life more difficult. It was much easier just to shrug them off and forget them. Never make a bad situation worse has always been my motto.

I understand the doctors commented on how calmly I took the the unpleasant and difficult symptoms of my illness compared with other children. I just realised that I had to deal with what I had to deal with and getting upset would make life more difficult, so I didn't. Sheer laziness.

M0nica

ViceVersa

I admire those of you who can brush off hurtful comments, but for some of us, those things can leave a lifetime of misery. Sticks and stones may break our bones - but words can scar too.

But why?

If I could answer that, I'd probably make a fortune. Maybe it depends on your personality, but when you've constantly been told how ugly and worthless you are, these things tend to stick with you for life. To feel that no matter what you do, what you achieve, you'll never be good enough. If you've never been made to feel that way by someone, then you can't imagine what it feels like.