Either Myrtle (after a doll I had of the same name.)or Missy. Not short for Melissa. As in, “Listen here, Miss-y, I’ve learned something in my 50/60/70 years on his earth…”
My husbands nickname for me is Tits. Not because I have big ones, but because he also calls me Toots. I teased him and said that one day, he’s gonna slip up and call me “Tits.”
My son we call Weasel. A lesser known member of Animal House Fraternity.
Our daughter: Space Girl. ( Cause of a shirt from Old Navy that has a little space girl on it that I put on her.)
I call my husband Mr. Ujest. As in when I have to bring him a roll of toilet paper when he’s on the toilet, I say,
“Mr. Ujest, here is the toilet paper you requested, sir.”
??? No, but I suppose I ought to try to watch a few episodes, now. You apparently made a reference to something beyond my Barbie (nothing’s beyond my Ken! ;))
Gee Psycat, are we sisters ? My mom called me those names too. Along with bitch, fat, lazy, stupid, ect.
There was a time when my dad called me wiggle worm, when he wasn’t beating the hell out of me. And then there was the much hated Deb-ah-dee. I still detest being called that.
The worst thing that I was called that stuck was Debbie, it was ok for a while, but now that I’ve passed 40 it just sounds silly.
I still call my son bootie boots sometimes. It’s what I called him when he was a baby.
Ayesha, psycat: It’s a wonder you didn’t turn into sociopaths. Sorry someone didn’t do it for your parents, but some folks really need to be given a list of things that definitely are not terms of endearment and instructions not to use them with children.
My parents had a bad time when I was little (they were crawling into and out of a bottle, and finally escaped when they took AA seriously). However, despite any of their faults, they never said anything that led us kids to believe that we were anything but loved and respected. They might not have liked our behavior from time to time, but they never made their love conditional on anyone’s behavior.
You can love someone without liking everything about them, and you do no service for your children by calling them hateful names. I hope you do not follow your parents’ example.
Not only do I not speak to my son that way, I have neve allowed anyone to call him names. Nor has he ever been drug out of his bed while sound asleep to have the crap beaten out of him.
I am not a perfect parent by any means, but I did learn some things from the way I was raised. Like how not to treat another human being.
[hijack]psycat, we might actually be related as well. However, Ayesha, I never had it as bad as you did. {{{{{{{{{{Ayesha}}}}}}}}}}} My mother didn’t often call me names, but she did a darned good job of twisting the knife every time she could with her sharp tongue - just enough so I’d never quite feel successful, secure or happy. One of the last things she did say to me, was that I was a worthless excuse for a human being and she didn’t know how I could get up every day and look at myself in the mirror and actually like myself. Oh well. She was dying and she was angry. Let her take it out on me. I hope she’s found peace now. She did the best she could and wasn’t always terrible.[/hijack]
Back to the OP - my daddy had a nickname for me; skinny-connected gas pipe. Guess you can tell I was kinda lanky, huh? LOL He also used to call me Jillbee. I don’t know why, though.
My sisters and I had nicks for each other. I was Vanilla Jill (which I almost changed my posting name to until Cecil addressed me as Shayna - now that name stays! Hehehe), Anne was Banana Anne and Lynn, having nothing that went with it, became Chocolate Lynn. Pretty much no one calls me Vanilla anymore, but we all still call Lynn and Anne Chocolate and Banana.
Just as an aside, my heart bleeds for Ayesha and soulsling and the others whose parents didn’t show them the love they deserved. All credit to them for surviving, and finding enough love in themselves to do better to their own children.
My parents deliberately chose names for my sister and I that were short, easy to spell and hard to nickname. So we both ended up with short, unusual names that our sadisticallly inventive schoolmates managed to nickname anyway.
But mom called me “Mouse”; I always loved critters of all sorts, and was very small until an adolscent growth-spurt shot me up to my considerable height. It was sweet, though; Mom calling her 5’11" daughter “Mouse”.
Dad called me “Punkin”, the diminutive for pumpkin I guess. No idea why. And I dubbed my long-suffering sister “Snorky”. It sounds nothing like her name, so God knows why my infant mind thought it was so hilarious. She’s 4 years older and oddly enough, hasn’t killed me.
eh, I didn’t post that looking for sympathy, the question was asked so I answered. It doesn’t bother me much anymore. I echo what Ayesha said, it taught me what not to do as a parent. My kids know they are loved by me as I tell them almost every day.
I didn’t pose this question in order to unearth traumatic childhood names; my mother called us those nicknames for reasons I am not privy to. She loved us, and never let us forget it. I must repeat-she quit calling us pudge and fudd when she perceived that it was NOT a good idea. I guess I was just interested in hearing about other funny names our people came up with. (My mom’s sister is Aunt Bobo, I don’t want to bore you with how THAT happened). She is 79 years old , and thinks I am “cross” with her when I call her by her real name.
Anyway-
It is good that this has turned into a forum for discussing the damage that parents can do when using names to vent their own pain and frustration about their lives on their children.
I don’t think that people realize how much words can impact others. Parent’s words are even more potent, and can change their children’s lives dramatically and negatively in a way that can ruin them forever. I really appreciate the fact that the people who have shared that their parents called them horrible things have turned this around in their own parenting, and thus have learned and grown instead of repeating their parents horrific mistakes.
So often, this is not the case. You all are obviously the positive survivors of verbal (and apparently, some of you)
physical abuses. I ache for the things that you had to endure, and I praise the wisdom and maturity and strength that has allowed you to rise above what was said and done to you and become such terrific people and parents.
I am new on this board, and in fact this is the first board with which I have had any interest in being involved.
Quite frankly, I have been kinda iffy as to whether I should be posting here. I didn’t “lurk” long, and you all seem to know each other. I feel kind of intimidated, and I am not sure if I fit in. However, at this moment I have to tell you how touched I feel by your honesty and courage.
So-toast yourself! You guys are special!
If I had any idea how to add a graphic thumbs up, I would.
(I’m a redhead, guess they should be telling redhead jokes and leave the blondes alone?)
You appear to be really wonderful people, and I salute you!
I am feeling a WHOLE lot better about mom calling me Pudge-and after all, I did weigh 9 1/2 pounds at birth, so mom
probably had a good excuse, don’t you think? (Not that I stayed that way, FYI)
pps:
It just occurred to me that there appear to be a whole bunch of high profile redheads in this forum, and I apologize for my RH reference-I was just trying to be funny, okay? PLEASE DON’T BANNNNNNNNNN ME!
Never got any nicknames from my parents (I usually supplied them all myself), but my dad always implied that I was possessed by the devil. Strangely, I’m the GOOD one in the family (by the way, expect me to start a Pit thread about my dad one of these days… that’d help me vent).
Dad called me ‘Chief’
Grandmother called me ‘Butchie’ (her husband was my namesake, so she couldn’t call me by my name).
High school friend called me ‘Yale-zer Bale-zer Bucket’ it went through many iterations and ended up on ‘Bucky’
Dad calls my mom ‘Booger.’ She is trying to get him to stop, so every time he calls her that, she calls him ‘Dickhead.’ She has done it in public.
My father still calls my sister and I punkins. My mom used to call me Monkey and Rosebud when I was really little, but then when I was about four or five my mom and stepfather started calling me Junior. They still call me that, actually.
My sister Kirsten was “Gherkin” because I couldn’t pronounce her name when I was young, and that’s the closest I got. My younger brother’s name is Thomas Kelly, and we always called him Kelly, which became Kelly Belly, and Kelly Jelly Belly, and Kelly Smelly Jelly Belly. By the time he got to junior high he was begging everyone to call him Tom. My sisters and I would torment him whenever girls called for him by saying “Tom? Oh, you mean Kelly Belly?” while he tried to grab the phone out of our hands. That seems kind of mean now, but it seemed hysterically funny at the time.
NO, NO, NO! Scotti, I will hear none of that, you got that? There are no lurking laws here. Some of us have met each other and many, many more have not. Trust me, you’ll know more than you ever wanted to if you just stick around and play with us. And then if you think we’re worthy of you, you can come get to know us in person at our World Wide Dopers gathering in Vegas this coming September!
As for the redhead thing - are you a girl redhead or a boy redhead? If you’re a girl redhead, you’re automatically in the “in” crowd with the men here. Just check in to the Busty Redheads thread and announce your presence. You’ll be fawned over like you’ve never been before in your life once the guys get ahold of this information.
Of course, if you’re a boy redhead, disregard all of the above. LOL
Both my parents called me Hales-Bales, or Hellz-Bellz, depending on what they were saying.
The most bizarre nickname I have ever come across is my lil sisters. Her nickname is Zee Zee Bubba. Yes, Zee Zee Bubba, Zeez for short. I have no clue how that happened. Her name is Lindy. She still answers to Zeez.
I’ve only been called Osip. Not very interesting, is it?
I get hell everytime I meet someone new. Well screw them!
It’s my name and I’m going to use it.
I’ve only been called Osip. Not very interesting, is it?
I get hell everytime I meet someone new. Well screw them!
It’s my name and I’m going to use it.
