When was the first time you rebelled?

I was thirteen. I wanted to grow my hair long like the big (college) girls but my mom wanted me to get it cut for Easter. I said "No" flat out. I already had a boyfriend and I felt old enough to make fashion choices by myself.

I got a very late start compared to the rest of you but have been making up for it because now I question authority all the time. 🤗
 

About age 10 when living on a farm, told not to bring animals into the house so I smuggled my pet bantam chicken and two kittens into my bed and hid them under the covers LOL.

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"When I was about fifty", (so compliant was I though boy when I started,.....,! :) ).

In truth I spent most of my teenage years in silent rebellion against being "talked at" by my mother trying to do me some good or other, (a very well meaning aunt, who was also a teacher, encouraging my mother to continue bombarding me with the "talking therapy"!).

They used to say almost all teenagers in the UK rebelled, and you should worry if they didn't because it meant something worse was building up for the future. :(
 
When I was around 7, I had a mean teacher in 2nd or 3rd grade. She always yelled at me & accused me of pretending not to see the blackboard or not hearing her. (I was nearsighted & half deaf at birth; not diagnosed until I was 9). I was terrified of her; she was really scary at 300 lbs.
Other kids learned from her to ridicule me.
I'd tell you how I got her back, but I have to make sure the statute of limitations has expired.

At 12, my mom wanted me to get a haircut & I didn't want to. She tried to get my dad to make me get a haircut, but after a lot of nagging, he said, "He don't wanna haircut....leave him alone." She said "He looks like a dope fiend." I said something really nasty to her about what she looked like. She tried her best but she couldn't catch me. :ROFLMAO:
 
I was 50....yep you read it right 50 years old
I had been everyone's freakin' doormat....my mother, my father, my first husband and my 2 thankless kids
I waited until my youngest moved out and he was 28 by that time
I then decided I did not want to be married to my abusive 1st husband
I am 68 and sometimes act very childishly by screaming and yelling because I never could when I was a child
I am finally going through one of the 7 ages of man/woman....at last
My moods are slowly improving much to the delight of my very forgiving second husband
 
In grammar school my brother and I was acting up at church one Sunday, My mom charged us both on the way to choose a switch to be disciplined with. For some reason, thinking my brother would be whipped with the switch I chose, I picked a nice limber green switch for the two of us. My brother, on the other hand walked into the house what might have been switch several years but had faded away to mere nothingness.

For my effort of planning my brother's punishment, I was the one who justly rewarded.
 
I guess my first act of rebellion was at about age 6; in reaction to some perceived unfairness, I announced to my mother that I was going to run away from home and never return. I expected my mother would realize how terrible it would be for her to lose me and beg and plead that I stay and she would never tell me to wash my hands (or whatever it was) again. Instead, she just kept on with whatever she was doing at the kitchen sink and without even turning around, she asked me if I wanted her to pack a little suitcase for me.

I reconsidered the running away thing.
 
My mom had problems. She used to beat the hell out of me with a broom. And to be honest, I wasn't a bad kid. I was about 12/13. One day there was a cookie on my bed, which somehow was a grievous sin. She had problems. My mom chased me around the house whacking me with that broom. I don't know why, but I turned, and grabbed the broom out of her hand . I broken it over my knee. And I let her know that if she hit me, I would hit her back. She never beat me again. And she never beat my little brother, either.
 
Age about 5, I was taken to my room for being naughty and told to stay there until I could say sorry, before my mother reached the bottom of the stairs, I’d lobbed a large jar of face cream through a full length mirror........

I still have a fiery temper, but no longer throw things :devilish:
 
Some social science to annoy the bejeezers out of us:

Why kids rebel, (and what we can do to encourage cooperation)
Adults wait until kids are older – between the ages of 5 and 7 – before ... Nowadays, there are still some hunter-gatherer societies left, and members of these

https://www.parentingscience.com/why-kids-rebel.html

How to manage rebellious kids at any age:

https://www.healthline.com/health/parenting/rebellious-child

Then there is this one, (perhaps the most useful?):

https://www.psychologytoday.com/gb/...e/200912/rebel-cause-rebellion-in-adolescence

Quote:
"Two common types of rebellion are against socially fitting in (rebellion of non-conformity) and against adult authority (rebellion of non-compliance). In both types, rebellion attracts adult attention by offending it.

The young person proudly asserts individuality from what parents like or independence from what parents want, and in each case succeeds in provoking their disapproval. This is why rebellion, which is simply behavior that deliberately opposes the ruling norms or powers that be, has been given a good name by adolescents and a bad one by adults."

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"To what degree a young person needs to rebel varies widely. ........, Later-born children tend to rebel more than first-borns. Some of the reasoning is that they identify less with parents, do not want to be clones of the older children who went before, and seek to give themselves more latitude to grow in nontraditional ways.

From what I have seen in counseling, rebellion tends to have different roles in a young person's growth depending in which stage of adolescence it is expressed."
 
fuzzybuddy said:
My mom had problems. She used to beat the hell out of me with a broom. And to be honest, I wasn't a bad kid. I was about 12/13. One day there was a cookie on my bed, which somehow was a grievous sin. She had problems. My mom chased me around the house whacking me with that broom. I don't know why, but I turned, and grabbed the broom out of her hand . I broken it over my knee. And I let her know that if she hit me, I would hit her back. She never beat me again. And she never beat my little brother, either.
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My mom must have been your mom's twin. Same issues. I'd tell people "She used a broom on us - the one she swept with, not the one she rode on."
I also hit her back when I got big enough. I almost didn't stop, but I got scared when blood started pouring out of her mouth. If that didn't happen, who knows how it would have ended up.
Many women have kids for the wrong reasons. My mom probably knew it was the only way our dad would stay with her. She had four kids, & abandoned her first one in another country when the child was 6 months old.
 
For some reason my face didn't fit with a sports teacher.
He found every opportunity to belittle me in front of the class.
One day on the sports field he really embarrased me and all the kids were laughing, so, the javelin I had in my hand somehow started sailing through the air and landed between the teacher's feet. He came over to me and clouted me so hard I fell over and near passed out, but I got up and booted him so hard in the shins, he buckled over then clouted me again, so I booted him in the other leg, only this time he went down screaming in agony and he crawled off the field. He didn't return to school for a few weeks and then he was on crutches. He never came near me again and all the kids in my class all wanted to be my friends :)
 
Gaer said:
Do you remember the first time you rebelled against authority, or society,or your teachers or parents? How old were you? What did you do?
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1964.... I graduated high school, ran away from home to live in NY city, joined the Army (in Times Square) and got married all between graduation in June and December when the Army shipped me to the Far East.
 
I was a quiet mild mannered young man.
But one afternoon my step father came home drunk and decided that he was going to knock us around.
I was 16 and decided that he wasn’t. Two cracked ribs later he learned the error of his ways.
A repeat performance was never necessary.
 
Shalimar said:
I stole a neighbour’s friendly barn cat and kittens and gave them to someone who provided them with safe homes. The original owner was going to kill them all once he returned from Vancouver. I was nine.
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WOW! THAT took GUTS!!
 
first time i ever rebelled was pre-school. i was told i had to share the toys with the other kids. i then proceeded to hold my breath till i turned blue and passed out. scared the hell out of the teacher and my dad. lmao!
 
not exactly being a rebel but knowing if i had asked dad would have said no. i was a freshman in college and got my ears pierced! GASP!! girl in dorm did the "procedure" using snow from the quad to numb the ear lobe. my roommate lent (or is that loaned?) me a pair of real gold studs. eventually, dad noticed and his comment was typical... "what am i supposed to say, that's nice?" :giggle:
 
I started rebelling in grammar school. I was able to come home for lunch, I'd leave to go back but never got there. My mom covered for me a few times because I said I didn't feel well but it became a habit.
One time I came back home and she had a list a mile long of housework for me to do. I waxed floors, did dishes, folded wash etc.
When it was all done I asked her if I could do it again the next day. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
By the time I got to high school I cut class so much I doubt they knew I was a student there. Somehow I managed to do just enough to graduate.
I still have a tendency to rebel if someone says, you should do this or that. I will do the complete opposite even if I know their way is the right way. Ask me, or suggest but don't tell me.
 

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