Who babysat you growing up?

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So i replied to one of the threads on autismspeaks about this....

What type of babysitters did you parents have to babysit you!? I always wondered why i only had male babysitters, i asked my mother she said, she only had men who were at least 6ft and bench press 300lbs, and be strong, and be able to put up with anything, yet be able to read a bed time story in order to handle me lol. She said and even after that they complained that they got hurt because of how strong and violent my meltdowns were. I however also got molested by one of the male babysitters and i think my parents resent alot now. As i got older my brothers learned to babysit me because too many guys were getting hurt and at least my oldest brother knew how to handle me. Anyways When your parents were away or anything, who babysat you? a woman, a man, anybody, a relative, friend, a certian person? and why?

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Once my grandmother was no longer around, me and my brothers and sisters looked after each other. Once had a fill in mum when mine was in hospital for a while... she could not cope with us. I was also the only one who could babysit my sisters 3 children, the older one but me could cope with, we just connected... little did I know at the time I was an aspie and he really is a genuine genius.

Mum babysat me and sis. She didn't have to work until I was 14. Then, I became the babysitter, didn't work to well. I was good at babysitting the neighbour kids though, one was ADHD so I understood him.

My brother and I had a really nice Hispanic lady named Alma watch over us for most of our childhood. At first I had a hard time with her and we clashed over rules and such. However, once she understood me, and I stopped being unnecessarily bratty out of anger, we got along quite well, and still do when she comes over. It also probably helped that I was an older sister figure to her eldest daughter, and kept her occupied with games and such while Alma was doing housework and such. Alma was one of the more functional parental figures I had over the years, which definitely helped during some of the difficult times.

My two grandmothers. Was it good for me ? Who knows...

Usualy my brothers. For a year or so it was a teenage neighbor chick. I didn't like her because she thought I was a selfish brat. I was just acting out from all the stress of school. I even tried to lock her out of the house. I just got on with certian people better than others. Most of the time it was my brother's though.

I remember all my baby sitters and almost all their names. Kristy, Nichole, Angie, Johann, Amy, Heather, Cathy, Darcie, Marleen, and this one guy who would rip my fish I made in school in art because I wouldn't go to sleep. I also had another male babysitter but it was that one time and my favorite baby sitter was Brittney.


I also had a nanny for two months but she was mean and crazy so my mother fired her and quit her job to be a stay at home mom.

My grandparents babysat me while I was growing up. I loved spending time with them. Overall, they were much more kind, affectionate, and easygoing than my parents were. There were also more patient with me and more tolerant of my aspie quirks. They did spank me when I misbehaved, but it wasn't often and only for serious misbehaving, and I was given more leeway in the way I behaved. Their condo was the only place where my imagination could run wild, and they'd actually listed to the stories I made up. I also liked looking at the old stuff they had: a record player, a typewriter, antique furniture, etc. My favorite "toy" was a collection of little porcelain animals. I'd always rearrange them to act out scenes from my favorite cartoons. No wonder I had a meltdown every time my parents came to pick me up.

The downside was that the values they taught me were somewhat out of step with the modern society, which made me more awkward in some social situations. For instance, in bullying situations, they'd teach me to say "please stop bothering me", rather than "shut up and leave me alone". They'd also take my parents' side in disagreements, but I though it was completely normal, since adults in my life almost never took my side to begin with. Every time, I just assumed it was because they all forgot what it's like to be a child.

But all in all, my grandparents made my miserable childhood a lot more tolerable, and I'm very thankful toward them. If it wasn't for being able to visit them once or twice a week, I probably wouldn't be on here posting, since I'd probably either jump off a bridge (the town I lived in at the time had a shallow river with a rocky bottom), or go insane from the misery and get confined to a children's mental hospital with abusive medical workers.

My aunt ( she was a teenager at the time), next door neighbor's kids ( also teenagers), and my mom's best friend at the time.

Oooh, I had a terrible babysitter, an old hateful lady who called me "dummy" all the time. She hated me and thought I was a complete hopeless ret*d idiot. I dreaded having to stay at her house more than anything! I would beg my mom not to take me there but she would tell me she had no choice she had to go to work.

My parents seldom went out, so we did not have a regular babysitter.

We had a babysitter (teenage girl) maybe once or twice per year up until I was about 8 or 9. After that, we were on our own.

mostly women. I do recall the first time I heard the word babysitter and I was not very amused. Okay so you are going to pay someone much bigger than me to sit on me while you go off to have fun??

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Mostly Grandparents would watch me and my brother when my parents were away. When I was really little I remember some girl I didn't know babysat me for one day. We got along good from what I remember, but I think she yelled at me because I wouldn't sleep. When I was about ten or so, a family friend would babysit us every once in awhile. She's cool, I still know her, it's kind of weird now to think she used to babysit me though. When I turned thirteen, I became the babysitter, and still often have to babysit my little brother.

I only remember getting babysat twice. I have a brother that is 5 years older so he took over watching over us before too long.
Once was with an older lady from our church who used to take care of the kids in the nursery area, so I already knew her and was pretty comfortable with her by the time she watched me. I remember hating the weird smell that she had around her. I was probably 4 or 5. It was around Christmas and she had one of the first musical christmas cards. That alone pretty much kept me busy for the night. Good old Jingle Bells. She must have been real tired of that song after that night.
The other time I was older and was actually the first and only time I went over to the house of someone from school. Her name was Laura and she was smart. Remembering back she was pretty cute, but at the time I didn't particularly care or notice. I don't remember much except that we played Don't Spill The Beans at the top of the stairs that had an off-white almost beige color carpet. I didn't want to go home when my mom came to pick me up.

My grandmother babysat me.