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When I was little, I had read something that if you were hungry all the time, you had a tapeworm. And the only way to get it out was to hold a piece of meat by your mouth and the tapeworm would come out and get it! Needless to say, I was convinced since I was always hungry I had a tapeworm and did not eat meat for like three months!!!
i used to belive that when the doctor opened his mouth and went aaaaaa i thought he was trying to eat me.
when i was five, i thought that there was a little man rollerskating in ur throat. everytime u coughed it was because he fell.
I used to think that, when my mom told me to lay on the bed because she wanted to "take" my temperature, that she was actually taking something from my tush. When I heard the beeps, it was all out of me.
I used to believe that cancer meant surgery.
when i was little i used to think that people got cancer if they fell off of their bed and hit their head...who knows what went on in my warped little brain.
When I was in school in the 80s and we started to hear about what AIDS was, we were told you could get it by using 'dirty needles.' My mom had taught me to sew, so whenever I was sewing doll clothes or whatever I'd be extra careful not to prick myself with the needle because I was convinced I'd get AIDS and die.
My four year old son became ill at preschool and I had to go and retrieve him. He heard the teacher tell me that he had diarrhea (he heard die-aria) and he asked me if that meant he was going to die. Poor little guy!
My parents were insistent that it was perfectly safe to dig a thorn out of my hand, or break a blister with a needle, but if you used a straight pin, you would die of poisoning! That's about when I started to believe that parents do not know everything!
When I was in about 6th grade, we had a (female) gym teacher who told us girls that if we got hit in the breast with a softball, we should rub the place to prevent the bruise from developing into breast cancer later. So I guess kids are not the only ones with dumb beliefs.
I suppose this isn't really a belief but here goes...
In Sunday school last week ( yes it was last week)
us kids were having a big get together before we go to our classes as usual (our congregation has heaps of kids) and we were making a list of things to pray about and someone said their sister had the "start" of "Hunomia" which apparantly could kill you.
I found out later that my dad (one of the Sunday school teachers) had talked to the little gal's mum and she said it was a threat to get her slippers on.
I thought people on dialysis had a bag attached to their hip to pee in.
when my son was was 7 he thought chicken pox was something parents let chickens do to their children when they want to get rid of them!
I thought that when you broke a bone, it broke completely off.
All the medicines I took for coughs were cherry-flavored, so I thought that cherry-flavored lollipops were good for sore throats. I always made sure to take them when I was sick.
I thought that when someone was paralyzed, they were frozen into whatever position they were in at the time of the accident. I always saw people in wheelchairs and thought "they were so lucky to be paralyzed sitting down!".
When I was six or seven I read in the paper that a girl who had been struck by a car had an injured face. I asked my Dad what injured meant. He said "Oh if you lose a leg or an arm or something"
For ages I kept thinking of that poor girl with no face.
I used to think that when doctors didn't want to prescribe you medicine, they'd give you a gazebo.
When i was a kid i was told if i got a splinter it would travel through my veins and go to my heart and kill me....i would cry and scream when my older sister told me (i was 5) Nice sister isnt she? lol
My grandmother had these really ugly lamps that were sculpted busts and I used to think that if I looked at them long enough, they would throw up cherries and watermelon all over the room and I would get yelled at for vomiting.
To this day, I still get creeped out if someone has to throw up, because I still think my grandmother is going to yell at me.