“Yes, We Are In Therapy”: 30 Parents Share The Most Disturbing Thing They’ve Seen Their Child Do

Not my child, but a client's child. Before the incident I’m about to relay, she had been diagnosed with manic depression with psycho pathic tendencies. Anyway one day her mom is driving and she Realizes her daughter is super quiet in the backseat. She turns back to see what’s going on and her daughter is sitting there quietly with a pencil sticking out of her cheek. She literally stuck a pencil in her cheek without making a sound and then just sat there like it was normal. She was nine.

My 3 year old stuck her thumb out on the main road as if to hitchhike I was shocked and I asked where she learnt that from, she said she used to do that to get around when she was a big girl. That was creepy well for me anyway.

My daughter told me about her imaginary friend... details... dress color... hair color... on and on and on. I stood there saying "oh that's neat" at 3am trying to coax her back to sleep. Then she said "oh she says she knows you. Her name is Mischa!" Growing up i'd also had an imaginary friend named Mischa. Instantly awake. She fell back to sleep a little later and I figured it was a fluke.

Couple of months later mom gave me a box of drawings she'd found cleaning out the closet from when I was young- 3 or 4- and while going through them my daughter grabs my arm and says "see- Mischa!" and pointed to a drawing I'd done from school titled "my friends". Same color dress (yellow) same hair color (reddish black). Nearly s**t myself. I don't believe in the supernatural, and nothing remotely like this has happened since in the 4 years since this happened and her imaginary friend has come and gone, but her sister is turning 3 and I'm waiting for the name again.

I don't remember the "girl" I used to play with in the woods by my childhood house, but my daughter had backstory that sounded very familiar. Id try to press her for details when all this was going on and my daughter would just giggle and say "you know, dada, you just forgot. That's ok." and pat my arm and walk away.

About 2 months before I got pregnant with her, I had a miscarriage. So here she is, about 3 years old and she starts to apologize, "mommy I'm sorry I had to leave you" I asked her what she meant, she said "I was in your belly but I had to go away, then I came back and stay and I'm here now." she didn't know about the miscarriage.

I came here in hopes of feeling better about myself and my son (4yrs)..... But here we go.

My son, for over a year has been afraid of something green in the same spot on the ceiling. He continues to tell me, "shh, don't wake the Grinch."

At day care, he has face stomped a kid at nap time, because he took a toy horse from my son on day one at the day care.

Used a toy stethoscope to choke a kid ( because he wanted the toy) when I tried to explain how it hurt the kid, my son told me, well he didn't say anything.
No child, he didn't say anything because he couldn't breathe.

Yes, we are in therapy.

Woke up to my Mom's house mate's kid (5 years old?) sneaking through the house with a 10" chef knife at like 2am. He gave me the knife and I asked him what he was doing. He said he was afraid of "the man who walks around in the yard at night" and said he was out there now.

I hyped up both my dogs and we searched EVERYWHERE. Yard, shed, barn, under the house, ect. Didn't find anyone. Super worrisome.

The next morning I told his mom and she was like "oh yeah, he just does that sometimes. It's like his monster under the bed or whatever." She just put the knives on a shelf he couldn't reach.

At four years old, she came two floors downstairs in the middle of the night and asked which of us was rattling her doorknob trying to get in her room.

Spoiler alert; it was neither of us.

Put a very hot pepper in his mouth.

Cry. Wheeze. Cry again. Exclaim that he hates it.

Then proceed to do it again.

Didn't cry the second time.

The f**k.

I'm thirteen years older than my sister, so I basically functioned as a third parent, and I've always thought she was a touch off. When she was about four or five, she had a phase where she kept tying her toys together. I'd come in a room she had been playing in, and she'd have a string wrapped around a toy horse's neck, then wrapped around a lamp, then wrapped around a doll's neck, then wrapped around a chair leg--and there'd be several strings and ropes tied in this way.

Literally the entire room would be a web of toys and strings. It looked like a child's version of a SAW movie, and it was a pain in the butt to help her clean up. One day when I was watching her I told her not to do it, she agreed, and then I came back in not too long after and she had somehow done it anyway.

She was sitting in a chair looking at me indirectly, like she was nervous. I was irritated and asked her why she did it after she said she wouldn't, and she said the most future-serial-k*ller sentence I have ever heard: Sometimes I just do things and I don't really understand why I'm doing them.

Not a parent, but me freaking my parents out--

My mom used to get migraines a lot when I was little. I had a small stuffed animal named Peaches, and I guess I was scared or nervous about my mom's health and trying to deal with it because apparently I decided that Peaches got a lot of migraines too. This went on for a while-- I had to take care of Peaches because he always had headaches. I must've been four or five at the time.

Then someone left the TV on by accident and I saw a news segment about acupuncture. I was overjoyed and went into my mom's sewing kit and stuck a whole bunch of push-pins deep into Peaches' head. Nobody noticed right away and I think it was a few days later when my mom or dad saw me carrying Peaches around and noticed a shitton of needles crammed in there. My uncle asked me why I did that and I was calm and content when I looked at him, shrugged, and said *"Peaches doesn't have headaches anymore."*

Since he didn't know the backstory, according to him it was the creepiest thing I've ever said, like a little pigtailed psychopath. It took my parents a bit of digging to figure out my rationale and where it came from, and that I'd been trying to fix, not kill, my favorite stuffed animal. It was pretty straightforward for them to explain "uhhh.... no, never do that" but hopefully they moved the sewing kit to a higher shelf anyway.

My daughter ran into my room at like 1:30 in the morning and told me there was a man watching her through her window. I ran outside ready to beat the s**t out of someone and to my surprise, there was no one there. In confusion i looked through the window only to see her covering her eyes. I waited untill she opened her eyes to tell her that its alright but next thing i know she yelled "LOOK OUT DAD". I turn around and threw a punch, and hit absolutely nothing. She then ran outside with a knife and stabbed the floor and said "we did it , we k*lled it". I asked her to draw a picture of "it" and she drew something that resembled a red enderman. I was confused as heck but i played along and celebrated. She never did anything like that again but that was weird as heck.

She dipped her chocolate muffin in ketchup. And then she ATE it.

Not parent, but brother who is 14 years younger than me.

Our parents were out and my sister was looking after our brother. He had gone to bed, and she went to close his door. As she did, he bolted up and had a huge grin and he just told her, "The man is coming for us. He likes the darkness."

My sister kinda just froze, nodded, said okay, walked over to him and pushed him (gently) back down onto the bed, walked out of the room and turned on every single light in the house.

I was a newly single parent, working on a divorce, first (very small) apartment I achieved on my own, post separation. I decided to get my kids a cat. My then 5 year old, who has a few behavioral disorders (adhd, odd, spd, ptsd). She’s struggling to cope and manage her disorders so she has to be watched closely at all times. One day she’s playing with the cat and I hear the microwave shut. She was not allowed to use any kitchen appliances on her own. So yup, if you guessed she put the cat in the microwave, you’re correct. Luckily as soon as I heard it I jumped up and ran. She didn’t turn it on, but she did find herself grounded, including from the cat.

Another time, almost 2 years ago. Still struggling with all of her behavioral disorders. I had moved into a bigger house, safety plan still in place for said child. We are about to watch a movie or something, and get everything ready (snacks, blankets etc) and child goes missing. She liked to hide in places and not come out until she was found. After searching all of her hiding spots, she’s still not found. After about 30 minutes of looking (felt like an eternity) and about 5 minutes before I called 911. She turns up at the front door. Absolutely filthy. Pupils dilated to the size of saucers. Her excuse was “the cat wanted to show how he gets in and out from the basement” I have no idea what kind of narnia a*s wardrobe this cat took her to.

Roughly same time, said child liked to draw, paint, and color. One day she brings me some of her art work. But this time, it is a story, or some sort of lyrics. At this time she was behind academically and didn’t know how to read, or write or words very well.. but here this letter talks about demons and how lost she would be without me. Some scary, eye catching stuff coming from your young child. I kept this letter, to remind all of us how far she’s come, hard times do get better

Needless to say, safety measures became more strict, psychologist was fired, meds put in place. She is no longer impulsive or defiant to this extent. She’s now struggling with sleep paralysis but we have made phenomenal grounds over the last year.

My son was learning about the body and how organs function. When my husband woke up from sleeping in that weekend, he ran up to him and shouted "I love your organs!", then skipped away merrily. My husband had no context and was super weirded out until I explained, lol.

He gets in trouble for making fingerguns at a kid during recess. Gets in punished. A week later, he takes a Nerf Triad to school because he didn't think finger guns should have gotten him in trouble. After I pick him up from school, as I'm discussing his actions with him, I turn out his backpack to find MODIFIED NERF DARTS with THUMBTACKS inserted into the ends.

This little punk doesn't realize how close his idiocy was to making the local news.

My wife’s sister stabbed her with a sharp pencil in the eye when she was 2 years old because “her eyes were too big”. Needless to say, my wife was bleeding from her eye and still has a small mark on her eye ball from the pencil 23 years later.

We live across the street from a graveyard and we get up super early to catch the school bus. So here we are at 6am standing at the dark bus stop all alone. My son points across the street and says: "Why is that man sitting by himself?" 😱

There was no one there. Nearly s**t myself. Thanks, kid.

Perhaps not disturbing, but terrifying as a parent. We were on a vacation in Chicago staying at a random Fairfiled Inn or something downtown. Our bed was separated by a divider in the room and two of our kids were sleeping in a pull out couch on the other side. Around 3am awoke to sounds of velcro and it sounded like my kid was putting his shoes on (he was). Next thing I know I hear the hotel room door opening. I leaped further than I thought possible across the entire suite and was able to grab him just as the door was about to close and pulled him back into the room.

He was sleepwalking, but I shudder to think what might've happened if I wasn't roused by the sound of him putting on shoes.....

3.5 year old threw literal rocks at his helpless newborn sister in her car seat because he was mad that we were leaving the park. Kids do some messed up stuff.