My mum chooses to ignore that:
My daughter is veggie. Actively feeds her meat when I’m not there.
I have ocd and get very anxious about new items coming into the house. Hides my old clothes and toys in m’s school bag, which I immediately throw in the bin in anger and so begins a charade of her checking where it is the next time she visits but unable to ask me where it is owing to its secretive means of entry.
My mum and dad: leaving their shoes on when coming into our house. Really low level annoyance, but an annoyance nonetheless
My in-laws: not medaling in the way we run our house. They’re constantly tidying, tinkering and moving stuff in our house when they come up to look after the kids on a Monday
Funny how the next generation being born makes the older generation more annoying
get away with this pretty lightly really as its a small family, at a distance.
Partners mum is a feeder.
Already when she serves up my plate is twice as full as anyone else’s, then when I’ve finished she insists I have more, and if I say no then works through each individual item on the plate… what no more sausage… go on just finish of the etc sometimes good, and I’ll have more, but when Im feeling overweight or just full then its pretty tiring 
very low level gripes really
Dad: not accepting I don’t like olives, has offered me some of his every time he has them for the last, oh, 20+ years running
Mum: interpreting almost every question I ask as a statement, so if I ask “what do you think of A or B?” I’ll always have to stress right after that it’s just a question and I’m not necessarily pushing for A! Little dance that happens every time
My dad tends to ignore me on the date of my daughters’ birthdays, the spelling of my eldest’s name, the impact of her autism on her everyday life (she’s a ‘fussy eater’ for refusing foods that make her physically retch; she’s ‘not that autistic’ because she’s high-functioning etc).
In contrast, my in-laws are great. They used to be quite difficult and in denial about how tricky things are for us as a family, but they’ve made real efforts to understand us more, understand my eldest’s needs, reduce the number of things at their house that are triggering/overstimulating, and so on.
I get this
I mean there are worse things but it can be exhausting, christmas dinner is hard work
Sorry to hear this!
This all sounds familiar, obviously not on the autism stuff but m has clothing sensitivity that I thought may have linked to autism and she never used to eat much. Not particular foods just she didn’t have an appetite. My mum would not stop banging on about it, and even now she’s of the old school of say what you want in front of kids regardless of its emotional damage, so she’ll still bring it up like she should be ashamed of not having had an appetite when she was a year old.
As a kid I dreaded becoming a mum one day because of how my own mum would behave and I’m disappointed to realise I was completely right!
Just everything really. Gave up on any active engagement when I was about 25, seemed pointless wasting my emotional well-being on people who simply didn’t care.
Edit - apols if this isn’t the right tone.
No worries - I can move into SSP/serious matters if people prefer?
I was going to put lighthearted in the title but I realised nothing is lighthearted when it comes to family beeves if they wind you up enough!
I think if you were born before the 1970s you’re contractually obliged to judge peoples weight at least hourly.
Despite the fact we’re all grown adults now they’ve never stopped treating me like the youngest, so there have been a couple of times where there’s been ongoing family drama that I’ve been shielded from for whatever reason, which is quite weird. They also just don’t seem to trust my opinion on anything practical other than how to record stuff on the Sky Box.
“oh are you growing your hair long again?”
nope, still bald mate. just haven’t happened to buzz it in the last three days or whatever.
not sure if he’s on the wind up or genuinely wants me to know i used to look better
This has reminded me, the last two times my mum had my daughter she’s told me what they’ve done in the finest detail. However my daughter has then said oh we saw your uncle Keith, and the next time she said she saw my two nephews. My mum has left these visits out of the stories completely and on purpose. I have absolutely no beef with these family members, I’d like her to see them. My mum, in her head, has decided I don’t like them or something?! And has kept it from me. This is on-brand behaviour for my mum that I just can’t ever bring myself to raise with her as I just don’t understand it. I think she just has to have secrets to survive.
the concept of not having kids vs my family is extraordinary outside of my mum, who is very cool about it. the rest literally laugh as if i’m pulling off some kind of long con.
oh actually french family are also great about it. it’s just my english lot.
That’s awful, really sorry to hear that. My in-laws regularly give my kids non-vegan stuff by accident but I think they’re slowly learning to just let us screen stuff instead of trying to identify vegan stuff themselves. They’d certainly never do it deliberately and neither would my mum.
In answer to your question: my mum basically ignores everything I say. She’ll ask, how are you? and I’ll start answering sincerely about my job or whatever and then halfway through she’ll butt in and say something like, ‘oh, I didn’t tell you, your Aunty June saw a squirrel in her back garden the other day!’.
I just say ‘fine thanks’ now and change the subject.
Haha yes, I just don’t talk about anything with my mum because of this. She asked me how my weekend was on the phone and I actually wanted to tell her but hadn’t even finished my intake of breath before she started telling me about Strictly.
My husband’s family choose to ignore that I didn’t change my surname when we got married and that our kid’s surname is double barrelled. They pretend that they can’t remember or that it’s complicated when really it’s just that they can’t grasp why anyone would deviate from the norm.
My dad’s wife claims not to remember that we’re vegan or not to understand that meat is not vegan - I can’t figure out her particular difficulty in understanding why we don’t eat chicken and never have in 15 years of knowing her.