Maybe not the worst day, but it's certainly up there. Let me set the scene: I'm 14 years old and I've ratted out my younger sister; she was sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night to wander around the neighbourhood with a friend. Told our mom about it after a couple weeks of this going on. Dad comes home from work, mom immediately pulls him away to talk. We have dinner and then we both get called into their room (with 5 other kids in the house, it was the only private place for lectures).
There we are, sitting around the bed: me, my sister, my mom, and my dad. And these were the first words out of this mouth:
"Do you know what rape is?!"
I said I did.
"What is it?"
Well, I wasn't mature enough to explain what it was. Until that moment, I wasn't even allowed to say the word "sex." Because... religion? So, of course, I stammered and mumbled a bunch.
"What is it? What is it? What is it?" He just kept badgering me, inches from my face, until I finally just said I didn't know to make him shut up. My angry father then proceeded to explain to me what rape is and how if my sister had been raped it would have been all my fault for not stopping her or telling on her sooner.
What followed was a lecture on how we can't trust anyone in the world, not even friends. Did we remember when so-and-so came for a visit a few years ago? (I had no memory of this person or their visit, even though it was just a few years ago) He was a good friend of my parents.
Remember, I am 14 years old. I'm being lectured by my very angry father. I've just been told that my sister being raped could have been all my fault. And I am going to be punished, of course.
So this is, of course, the MOST APPROPRIATE TIME to reveal that someone that my parents invited into our home took pictures of my sister and I while we slept, and did we remember anything about it? And that's why you're going to be punished for keeping a secret and for trusting people that aren't members of this family.
That day is in my top 5 for worst days ever. My sister is still haunted by that revelation almost 25 years later. She's seriously messed up because of it. I hate my father for how he used that moment when we were already afraid of him to further traumatize us.