rSlash - r/Entitledparents My Mom Stole My "Make-a-Wish" While I Was Dying

Episode Date: January 9, 2022

r/Entitledparents In today's episode, OP is a young child with brain damage. The doctors thought that OP was going to pass away, so he got a wish with the Make-A-Wish foundation. OP's mom basically said that since OP is dying anyway, he should just give his wish to his sister so that she could go to Disney World. OP's family even harassed and criticized OP, saying that they hate him for being selfish. Can you imagine trying to manipulate a literal dying child? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome to our slash entitled parents, where an entitled mother makes fun of a disabled child. Our next reddit post is from throwaway. So my partner and I went out to eat at an Italian restaurant over the weekend. It was going great, except that we were seated right by the door, so whenever someone came in, the cold breeze would hit you. This is just important so you know that we're the closest table to the door. Anyways, our pizza came and we tucked in. They came uncut, so I was using a knife and fork to cut the slices. Suddenly, there's a cool breeze, and then a child is next to me. Without saying a word, he sticks his grubby hands onto my plate and takes a slice of my

pizza. The kid was about 12 to 13 years old. I had no clue what to do, except to say, what do you think you're doing? My mom said that I'm allowed. Suddenly a cold breeze hits us again as the door opens. Jonathan, what's going on? Did you get your pizza? I turned in my seat to face the woman, thinking the child must have just been confused and thought the pizza that I was eating was his or something. I told the woman something like, sorry, your kid just stuck his hands in my pizza and took a slice.

I expected her to apologize or be super embarrassed or something, but nope. She just said, yeah, he's a child, he likes pizza, it's manners to share. I was floored, like what? So I said, he can't just grab food from other people or walk into a restaurant and steal food. What he did is stealing food. She was livid and said it's not stealing, it's sharing. At this stage she was pretty close to yelling. A waiter came over and asked him if they would like a table for two, but she doubled down. No, this man called my son a thief. Ollie wanted with some pizza and now he's upset.

Cue the child crying. Oh, also, neither of them were wearing a mask. The waiter said, if you aren't dining with us, then you're gonna have to leave. And she loses it. She started screaming about discrimination against unvaccinated people. She did eventually leave, and both my partner and I got our pizzas remade and a bottle

of house wine for free. So I know this wasn't very exciting, but imagine the parenting that's going on if a mother is sending her child into restaurants to eat off of other people's plates. I feel I should also add that while they could have been starving, they were reasonably well dressed, so it didn't cross my mind at the time. O.P. you should have dug into the woman's purse, pulled out her wallet, grabbed some cash, and said, thank you so much for the cash. It's manners to share! Our next reddit post is from Silly Stagecat. So some backstory. My younger sister has cerebral palszi. It doesn't affect her mind in the slightest, but it doesn't make it hard for her to speak.

And she has to be confined to a wheelchair unless she's being carried by someone. Because Sarah Bropalzi is in neuromuscular condition, it means that she has to be carried by someone strong enough to cope with her erratic and involuntary movements. As a result, I had to go with her instead of a staff member or friend. Because of all these years of carrying my sister, I'm actually pretty strong. I was also a naturally curvy 14-year-old girl at the time. The cast of this story is Karen, her two entitled kids, my sister Joy, her friend Amy, my grandparent, and a server lady. So I believe this incident occurred about a year and a half

ago when my sister was nine. We read a local soft play center with my sister's BFF and my grandparent celebrating my sister's birthday. Like any 9-year-old, she was always so excited at the chance to play in the soft play. Even more so because they're often not even vaguely accessible and they refuse to make exceptions for me to go in too. Which I do understand, but I do understand, but I wish it was different. And for those of you who don't know, a soft play is basically a huge indoor play area with things like slides and ball pits.

On this occasion, however, we did our research, called ahead, and found a lovely place that was happy to let me go in with Joy and Amy. Amy, by the way, is the sweetest girl that I've ever met, and she's happy to make sacrifices for Joy to have a good time. Even though we always let her know that she doesn't have to, and Amy was perfectly fine with me coming in with them. We've been in the softplay area for about 15 minutes when Amy and Joy got thirsty. So I left a joy out of the ball pit, and we headed over to the cafe area to grab some juice. We were about halfway back to the cafe area to grab some juice.

We were about halfway back to the soft play area. I was carrying joy and Amy was walking next to us chatting with her, and that's when we heard it. This is a slightly abbreviated version of the conversation that followed. The server lady said, I'm very sorry, ma'am, but your children are above the height limit for this soft play. Why? We came here soft play. Why? We came here to play.

I have work to do. It'll keep them occupied. I know, but there are danger to the other children playing here and our age limit is 10 years. Ah, my second child is 10. Maybe so, but he still exceeds the height limit at this establishment. I'm sorry, but we're not gonna let you in. Me and the kiddos were still hidden towards a soft play when I felt a tap on my shoulder. By this point, the staff had changed over, and obviously, the lady who let us in had forgotten

to tell the people on the next shift about me and Joy. The server lady said, I'm sorry, but you're too tall to go in. I explained the situation, and gestured to my visibly disabled sister. Oh, okay, clearly my coworker forgot to mention that. No problem, have a nice day and she walked off. Then Karen walked over to me and pointed accusingly at me. You're too old to go in. I know, but my sister here needs me to go in with her because she can't walk and her wheelchair

won't fit. Well, she shouldn't be here then. If she can't go around on her own, then she shouldn't go in at all. Well, I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree on that one. Then Karen's older kid said to Joy. Our words can't go in. Sorry. What did you just call her? At this point, the server rushes over frantic. Oh, is there a problem?

This boy just called my sister an R word. Well, he was very upset about this exception to the rule. If this girl can go in, then why can't he? Is his younger sibling physically disabled? No, he's fine. And besides, this girl is more likely to hurt the little kids than my boys. How so?

Well, not to be rude, but just look at her, and then she gestures me up and down. The server, who was unimpressed, said, I'm looking. Well, she's not exactly light weight, is she? First off, she's not even fat. Second, your son called her sister un-inxcusable name. Third, my daughter has cerebral palsy, and it's purely physical. This girl understands everything you're saying about her and her sister. Joy says, I do. Karen looks a little shocked at this. Look at that girl, she's drooling everywhere. You can't possibly think that's hygienic.

It's no more unhygienic than letting a baby in, and then she says to Joy, no offense meant. Joy says, None taken. Whatever. I hope you know that this rule-bending establishment will not be getting any more of our business. Karen turned tail and stomped out. We never saw her again. Thank God. The server lady apologized and gave us all a free slush puppy, which made the girls extremely happy. I'm happy to say that Joy and Amy had a wonderful rest of the day, and so did I.

I wish I could say that Karen was arrested or that it didn't hurt Joyce feelings at the time, but she wasn't, and it did. Such is life. So I'm looking down through the comments and people keep abbreviating cerebral palsy to talk about it as CP. And on the internet, typically that acronym means something very, very different.

And reading these posts with that in mind is really weird. I know a guy with CP and he's totally normal. Honestly, he's nicer than other people. He just walks a bit funny. Who cares about that though? He's a human being and a lovely one at that. Today's episode is sponsored by Sunbasket. Because of COVID, I literally haven't gone

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Our next word it post is from Oxfox. I'm a 19 year old girl and I'm a hostess at a large Mexican chain restaurant. I've hosted before at another restaurant so I know what I'm doing and how to generally handle customers who are being rude. I have my fair share of entitlement stories. It's lunchtime on a Sunday. There's an NFL game on TV and the TVs are only in the bar. We currently have a 15 to 30 minute wait.

The lobby is full and so is the atrium. We've been asking people to wait either outside or in their cars, taking phone numbers to call people back. And walks entitled mother with her son. The son is probably no older than 16 years old, and he looks like he has mental issues. All goes well until I ask her for a phone number. Well, why do you need that?

It's private information. Ma'am, it's very crowded in here. We need you to wait outside or in your car. The phone number so that I can call you when a table opens up. Well, I'm parked in a handy-capped spot. I need my husband to help me back out. I nod, and before I get the number, she walks off to the bar. Her husband walks in, and the entitled mother flags him down,

shoots me the smuggest look and says, take us off the list, we're sitting at the bar. Now, I live in a state where there are two places in a bar. The cocktail area, which is kid friendly, and the actual bar, which is not kid friendly. The entitled mother and her family are sitting in the bar, not the cocktail area. So being petty, I get the bartender. I tell her, hey, see that lady over there? She was terribly rude,

and her son is definitely underage. Could you card him? The bartender grins and says, oh yes, I can absolutely do that. A few minutes later, the entitled mother shrieks, he's disabled! You have to let him sit here with us. the bartender calmly tells her that there's cocktail seating for families with kids But there's no room well then you'll have to go to the hostess and get on the list the entitled mother stomps over It's been 15 minutes to get me a table I have the pleasure of smiling at her and saying in my most pleasant customer service voice I am sorry ma'am But since you asked to be removed, you're no longer on the list.

It'll be a 30-minute wait. Can I get your name and phone number? The look of rage on her face fueled me all day as she stomped out, husband and son in tow. O.P., that's our slash entitled Parents with a heaping dose of R-slash malicious compliance. Our next reddit post is from Nightlight Midnight. Note, this happened when I was 8 years old. I was born with brain damage, and because of this, I have a lot of health problems. When I was 8,

my health declined quickly, and the doctor didn't think that I would make it to the end of the year. The Make-A-Wish Foundation got in contact contact with my mom and she told me about it. The rest of my dad's side of the family found out about it quickly and they started to get excited about going to Disney. However, I wanted to meet the actor who played Draco from Harry Potter. I told my family that I didn't want to go to Disney because there was nothing for me to do there. I can't ride roller coasters because of my condition, and I don't like Disney princesses.

But they just didn't care. I couldn't go a day without hearing. Your sister's always wanted to go to Disney World, and you're robbing them of it. You're her sister, you're supposed to love us. Or one of my favorites. You're gonna die anyway, so what does it matter? Let your sister have this. You're gonna die anyway, so what does it matter? Let your sister have this.

You're gonna be on your deathbed soon anyway, so no wonder why everyone hates you. It became too much watching my mother cry holding me and feeling my other family hate me so much. So I told my mom that my wish you go to someone who can actually use it, my sister. My family made themselves the victims, and for a couple of years after they would say, we hate you, and we wish you would die. But then after I became healthy and successful, they started to show love to me again.

But I just ignored them, working on moving out and cutting contact with them, except for the family that I know actually loves me. Ah, man, when I come to our slash entitled parents, I expect stories of like, of course my son isn't a bad person, he's perfect and adorable. And then of course, every once in a while,

I get stories of a literal dying child and their own family trying to sell them out so they can get a free vacation to some tropical island with the Make a Wish Foundation. And it's just, it's depressing, man. Like, I have to read these stories because these stories are too insane to not read, but at the same time, it's like, oh, please, can we just not as a society like sell out a dying eight-year-old so you can get a free vacation? Like, come on, dude. Our next read it post is from I don't have with you. So I don't even know where to begin.

I finally had a day off yesterday to go see it part two. So I get home exhausted and my boyfriend surprises me with tickets to go see the movie. I'm ecstatic. I get to spend some time with them and I get a chance to finally see this long awaited movie. Amazing. So we head out and get to the movie theater, buy our over-priced movie snacks, and sit down. Typical movie experience. That is, until I heard something. Something that I shouldn't hear in an R-rated movie. The sound of a baby cooling. My first thought was, what the heck? There's no way! There's no way that someone was so incompetent that they would bring a baby to a movie that was bound to be super loud. I didn't want to believe it, but sure

enough, my boyfriend pointed his favorite entitled mother's location. She had a toddler in her lap. At that moment, I knew that my night was ruined. We had already spent money on the tickets, and we'd bought treats with prices fit for Satan himself. We couldn't just leave. It was too late by this point. I just kept my mouth shut. I don't like kids, especially crying kids. But at that moment, the kid wasn't crying,

so everything was good. Be that as it may, I just couldn't help but think, what parent thought that it was a good idea to bring their kid to a movie like this? Out of all the movies to watch, why bring them to a movie with a scary clown in it? Am I right? So the movie starts. Everything's chill and I'm enjoying the movie. It's just me and my boo, with me whispering that I want them to dress up like Pennywise to play a little game of girls on top. But then, just as predicted, as soon as a loud scene builds up, the toddler starts

crying, and it just goes on and on. From where I was sitting, the entire mother was a few rose down. Not once did she make a move to leave the theater. I just stared at the back of her head in amazement. The last thing I wanted was to draw attention to myself and tell this woman to leave, so I just prayed that someone else would do it. It didn't take long, but I guess someone complained. An attendant came in, walked over to her, and I guess was talking to her about her baby. I knew right off the bat that this woman was crazy, not because she brought this kid to a movie, but because she stood up and screamed at the dude.

I didn't have an f-ing babysitter. Lady, who cares? Certainly not me, a person who just spent over 10 bucks for some drink and popcorn. Everyone clapped when she finally left. It was so much better when the only screams I could hear were coming from the movie, not a baby. That was our slash entitled Parents, and if you like this content be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day. baby. That was our slash entitled parents and if you like this content be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new reddit podcast episodes every single day.