What were you not allowed to do as a child because it 'wasn't nice'?

Speak unless spoken to.
Invite any friends to the house
Be friends with anyone mum didn't approve of
Talk of any achievements that was showing off
Just about anything really no wonder we have little contact now

I had a crombie coat Helennonotion. but I had started work in 1970 so bought my own. I remember the 'look' well
Thinking back to to the early 70's and what I wore I'm very surprised that my mum didn't have a moan.
Hotpants, halter-neck tops which covered the front leaving a completely bare back, and no bra lol I bought a lovely white blouse that tied up all the way from the top to bottom at the front with a white lace which revealed part boobs and cleavage.
Dare I say, love bites round my neck. Come on, anyone else own up? It was the 'in' thing.
Considering my mum was more 'victorian' than my dad, he was as easy as an old shoe, mum never said a word.
Thinking back now, I feel embarrassed of me. I don't know how I dared.

Good table manners were high on the list in our house:
No elbows on the table
No talking with food in mouth and keeping mouth closed
No leaving knife and fork crossed over on the plate
Eating everything up that was put in front of you
Asking permission to be excused afterwards.

So many things here are familiar. Most things were either common or not ladylike.
We weren't allowed to play out on Sunday. I had to wear gloves and hat to Sunday School though no-one else did. We weren't allowed to play with certain children whose parents were common. When grandparents visited the saying "children should be seen and not heard" was insisted on.

Whistle..." A whistling woman and a crowing hen are neither use to God nor men". I did whistle occasionally when with friends but always feared some dire retribution. It's a funny old life isn't it?

At 17 I wanted to leave school and go, with a friend, to live abroad as we'd been offered unspecified jobs by a seemingly lovely man we met who brought exchange students to the UK.

After dire warnings from parents about '"the white slave trade" (we laughed) our parents refused us permission to go.

When I read now about trafficked girls I wonder if we had a very lucky escape.

Not allowed - eating in the street, chewing gum, whistling( only men do that!), and going out without a liberty bodice in the winter, vest in the summer.

Not allowed to go abroad with my friend at 17, because someone at work had told her what went on ??? This was the 70’s.
so we went with my friends parents, who let us do what we liked. ?

We were told off about sitting with our legs apart even if we were wearing trousers. Also, sitting like Christine Keeler in the famous photoshoot - those behaviours just weren't nice - not ladylike.
We weren't allowed to go out and 'just hang' as kids say today - we had to have somewhere specific to go.

Not allowed to say liar, shut up or twit. It still feels vaguely wrong to type the words. Clearly I'm not at all rebellious.

My mother would not allow me to go out and play with 'the village children'. She was from a very poor Irish background but had been instilled with Catholic morality so was prudish and averse to anything untoward.

To be honest, it didn't do me a huge amount of harm given that I actually knew some of the things the kids got up to (which she didn't) and it made me think about others.

Eat walking along the street. My Dad had a real thing about it. I still feel guilty today!

My Dad’s mantra was that I had to be lady like. This included some bizarre things like not helping him in the garden. It was probably his version of “me” time!

My brothers were not allowed to hit me even in retaliation because boys don’t hit girls! That seemed fair enough - to me!

Also remember having to wear a liberty bodice under my vest in the winter.

Oh, the make a fuss in public thing resonated with me. The worst thing I could do would be to "make a show" of my mother - in fact, I was soundly berated by her for doing just that by crying at my dad's funeral, would you believe? She had so many "not alloweds" that I'd be here all day trying to relate them...

Say anything nice about myself. I was bragging.

Wasn’t allowed to wear my bra under school blouse without a vest, as it wasn’t nice to show bra straps and never allowed to go out without my coat done up as it looked bad!! ?????

I wasn't allowed to eat in the street. If we bought fish and chips it stayed wrapped up till we got home.

Had to think hard about this. The main ones I can recall are:

Not allowed to have long hair (I now think that it’s because it was curly as a child and my mum couldn’t get a comb through it). She cut it off herself and it’s been pretty straight ever since.

No swearing - that was a definite clip round the ear. My mum was horrified at the thought of my sister and I saying bad words.

The one that sticks with me the most though was “no smoking.” My mum always threatened to make me eat it if she found me with a cigarette. She would have too! I was never attracted to it anyway and never did take up smoking.

The first two went out of the window pretty quickly though!

I wasn't allowed to speak with northern vowels, even though we lived in a town in NW England. I began to slip into the vernacular when I started school. Also my grandma wouldn't allow us to play cards on a Sunday, but I've never understood why Monopoly was OK

This one was the BEST!!

^We weren't allowed to argue or fight.
We used to scream silently if we got really hurt whilst secretly fighting^

Loved it MissA
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Not allowed to play in the front garden ever.
Not allowed to play in the back garden on Sundays.
Neither my sister nor I were allowed a fringe.
Battles aplenty over food left on the plate and eating the fat off the meat. Fat turns my stomach to this day.
No ' rubbish' sweets, like penny chews, bubble gum, sherbert, and gob stoppers. There were others which we longed for - bought on the sly - and had midnight feasts.
We weren't allowed to take our teddy bears on holiday but we smuggled them into the car and produced them when it was too late to turn back. I think this was a game between kids and parents because they were never confiscated. My sister used to make them (the bears!) new clothes to go with.
I'd better stop now before I go off at too much of a tangent.
Just one more, We were never allowed to have a seat on a bus when an adult was standing.

I was, 17 and not allowed to join the police force as it was in another city.
My friends husband wasn't allowed to be a plumber as his mother said he was not putting his hands down other people's toilets!!!

No eating in the street
No making a fuss when out
No making sandwiches whilst at the dinner table
You had to hold your knife correctly
All sorts of weird and wonderful things we weren’t allowed to do and they’ve all stayed with me!

Speak with a South London accent (I am from South London)
Go bowling
Go ice skating
Have friends round

Not nice. "Common".

Not allowed outside to play on Sundays
Not allowed to wear anything but Sunday Best on Sundays
Not allowed to bunk off Sunday School
Not allowed to have long hair - mum's pudding basin hair cut had to suffice (how I longed for long hair!)
In my teens - not allowed ear piercings or any form of hair dye!

My own children had no such restrictions!