Satanic Panic
My six month old nephew (at the time, he’s 11 now and healthy and obsessed with Fortnite like any proper 11yo) had a SIDs “episode”. He stopped breathing and the only reason he’s alive is because my mom obsessively checked on him while she was babysitting.
She and my brother managed to bring him around and then they went to the hospital. My mom was understandably freaked out by this–finding her first grandchild turning blue and all.
So she called her sister for emotional support and her sister told her, verbatim: “well you just need to get Satan out of your life.” Up to that point I’d told my mom for YEARS that her family were emotionally and mentally abusive narcissists. THAT is what it took for her to finally believe me and cut them out.
Now, after my mom’s death, those same jerks have the nerve to act like they have no idea why Mom stopped talking to them. Story credit: Reddit / dramaandaheadache