Most Haenous Rumour Ever Spread About You

In My Humble Opinion
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Yes, that was the general idea I had when I posted it.
It seems to me that rumours spread by close family members tend to be more evil for some reason, and affect us alot more deeply than those thrown out by classmates or fellow employees. I was most interested in the type of rumours that REALLY affected a persons rep within their family, or just screwed with their emotions. (Only because this has happened to me alot, and I’ve often wondered if I’m just a freak for being emotionally affected or, if it’s a common side effect to the lies told by people you’re supposed to trust the most)

If you feel the need to elaborate your thoughts on the idea…

Please do. :smiley:

On another note: [feeling like a twat]:eek: zev_steinhardt :eek:
I appreciate your casually pointing out my stupid spelling error. Correction:Heinous. - I, for some reason have ALWAYS thought that it was spelled HaenousAnd I’m sure that this lesson will undoubtedly save me from a serious, future Real Life embarassment, versus a serious one on an internet message board. [/feeling like a twat]

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Fiver - That is completely bizarre!!!
(And completely the kind of thing i was looking for, things you are almost too wierded out to share with anyone)
I think we should start a thread about “Paranoid Psycho’s In My Life”

I have a little story similar to that one, it actually became a rumour - so it does go into this thread:
I was married once, and at the time, my husband was in the army. 2 nights prior to being sent to Korea for a year, we watched a video adaptation of Anais Nin’s “Delta of Venus”
Well - it bored my lights out (I much prefer reading her work) so he remained watching it and I went to bed. 6 months later he comes home on leave, and for absolutely no reason at all he tells me “I have always been suspicious that you had an affair with a (man of another race)” of course i lost my mind and asked him where in the hell he would get such a stupid thought.

His reply?
"It wasnt because of anything you did - It was Because in the movie “Delta of Venus” There was a Red haired woman (like me) who had a sexual romp with a (man of another race) and it always made me think that you’d done it … because she reminded me of you. And all of my buddies in Korea think it isn’t too crazy of an idea.

Whhaaaaaaaaaa??? Yeah … good reason to spread a rumour that your wife is a FREAK! :rolleyes: I was tempted to be angry about that, but instead just found myself deeply disturbed by the type of person I had chosen to trust. And no - it doesn’t often make me laugh, even though now, it’s kind of a funny story - it still screwed my head up.

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One more rumored lesbian checking in.
That little trauma didn’t happen at school. I was working for a very conservative family-owned company. I was also living with my (now ex) boyfriend. So I didn’t talk much about my home life for fear of giving offense. I rumor went around the lab I was a lesbian and I lost my job.

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First one

About seven years ago. I’m working at a grocery store. I did have a rep for being flirty. (I know,that’s a news flash)

A cashier I had gotten discplined spread the rumor that one night, when I had worked third shift, I had “pulled a train” with every guy on third shift.

** Second **

The company I work for now. In my old department the story that I had had a three-way with my then SO and my best guy friend. In a conference room nevertheless.

** Third and Newest **

People who have overheard PRIVATE conversations between me and my best friend about her situation (pregnancy) have accused me of pressuring her into making decisions. News flash people-whatever she does is up to her. I’m the one who yells at her about using birth control so GET OFF MY BACK!

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Azura Borealis

What bothered me the most about it was that I had never, ever lied to her, for any reason.

I don’t tell lies.

But she wouldn’t believe me when I told her I hadn’t done what she claimed I had done. Even if she had had evidence, she still should have taken my word for it, because my word is worth that much to me. Even after she broke my heart I never lied to her (nor, for that matter, have I ever lied to any of you).

But your story about your mother sounds much, much worse. It’s one thing to be betrayed by an SO, quite another when it’s your own flesh and blood. You poor thing! Please tell me she’s schizophrenic or has some other sort of brain chemical disorder.

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Oh that was just a light dose. Concluding with several of the others, in my “Novel Of Maternally Created Rumours” It has been my conclusion that Diabolical Posession was a very real possibility.

Though she goes thru stages where she’s obscenely kind…
I don’t ever count on that lasting too long.

A funny one - which I will speak on behalf of my grandfather for: Was when she (quite dramatically) broke down in an emotional saga, detailing how … when she was 12, he prostituted her off to his buddies at (Certain Sporting Events)for gambling money.
Which was a…
B-I-G F-A-T L-O-A-D

I’ll admit he was a sh*t heel in his fatherly/husbandly/humanly ways at various times in his life… but this - I wouldn’t slam my worst enemy with a load like that.

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Azura Borealis: If you want your kids (girls) home early after school you could do no better than to suggest to their classmates that their Daddy is a bit strict and that the last boy who spoke to them is now in a gender reassignment clinic. Alternatively, suggest that the family is very religious and forbidden to do certain things. Something that might turn your child into an instant pariah is to imply that they are bedwetters.

As an adult I’ve come to believe that if people are willing to give you the impression through their emotions and body language that you are the victim of a rumour but, at the same time, no-one is willing to confront you about it, the chances are they are playing games or have a collective mental illness.

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I would “NEVER” do something that f*cked up to any child, much less my own. Cruelty does not correct behaviour, it only makes it more deviant.

I want my children to feel loved and valued as human beings. Their discipline will come privately and out of love, not out of public humiliation or slander.

This is true… It took years of silence for family members to even mention the rumours, and they certainly did not do it in a confrontational manner. And while I cannot blame anyone for having heard the rumours, I can blame them for not doing one of 2 things:
A. Defending The Rumoured Party’s Case by Telling The Big Mouth Mental Case To Just Keep her Mouth Shut.
2. Confronting The Rumoured Party with The Accusation and present a moment for them to redeem their reputation, if it were important to the Rumour-ee to do so.

Because everyone deserves the chance to dispel falsities, if they wish to - even if it is by being given the courtesy to laugh when they are made aware of what is being said.

Now if the rumours came from someone I could give a sh*t less about, let them yuck it up… I’m talking about a group of people I’ve grown my entire life to trust, have faith in, and value… These are people I do not want to think ill things - when there is no cause for them to do so.

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Family members:

This doesn’t quite fit the definition of “rumors”, but when I was young, my mom, whether consciously or subconsciously, liked to present me as more immature than I actually was. Case in point: We were in northern CA when I was 11, visiting friends and relatives. A friend of my mom’s had a daughter my age, who owned a horse that she kept in a paddock on their land. Sweet! I have the basic skill: I can get on and off, and trot around a bit, so on the way there, my mom got me all hyped up about “Suzanne’s” horse, and wouldn’t it be fun to ride her! So we arrived, and after we’d been introduced and mom and Friend went inside, Suzanne showed me “Snowpatch”, then mumbled something about her acting up that day, and probably not submitting to having the saddle put on.

Instead, we sat on the porch, sipping lemonade and chatting. Periodically, Suzanne would get up and make a nominal attempt to get her Patch’s attention, but to no avail.

The thing is, I knew she didn’t really want me to ride Patch, but I didn’t blame her. When you own a horse, she’s a really special creature, and you don’t necessarily want a stranger to get on her. So I didn’t complain, and eventually we left. It was a good conversation, at any rate.

So we get back to Aunt Mary’s house, and she says, “So did you do some riding today?” Immediately, before I can respond, my mom says, “Oh, yeah, the horse was there…but I think Rilchy was scared!”

A, my mom never even asked me, B, if I was scared of horses, I never would have gotten on our neighbor’s pony, C, even if I was, there’s still no reason to broadcast it, and most importantly, let me answer the questions that are directed to me! Bite my shiny metal ass.

Rumors in general: When I was in 8th grade, I was in art class. This one girl was talking to me, and abruptly said, “Blah blah blah…So tell me Rilch, is it true that you’re on drugs?”

Long story short, I realized eventually that she was just fucking with my mind, but this was still the kind of thing that could have caused all kinds of problems. (I was just the kind of malajusted kid with no diagnosis that people would have been all too willing to believe was on drugs.

I made an appointment to see the assistant principal, and told him succinctly that someone (I didn’t say who) was spreading the rumor that I was on drugs, and I wanted to state upfront that it was absolutely not true.

Never heard another word about it.

Also, once in high school, I was in a confrontation with another girl, and she said, “Blah blah blah…You can’t expect to have friends if you sleep around.”

“What?”

“Well I just heard that you’ve slept with a lot of people.”

“You heard wrong.”

But I think that was just bait to get me to admit that I was a virgin.

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I had the gay rumors go around. Problem was that they were true, and people saw my desparation when I denied them. Oy, the cruelty of 8th graders.

In 9th grade I dated a boy briefly. Last chance to prove I was straight, you know? When we broke up people said that I was pregnant and going out with his twin sister. That one always cracked me up.