12/14/2025
Here’s a tale of malicious compliance that has brought laughter to my family for years, and continues to do so.
A number of years ago, when I was around 24 or 25, I traveled to Cyprus with my grandparents to visit some relatives. My grandparents hail from there and moved to the UK when they were about 16. My 14-year-old female cousin joined us as well.
It’s crucial to note that we are Greek Cypriots. There are certain expectations when we visit family, such as offering to help with tasks and assisting our hosts in whatever they might be doing. Additionally, I should mention that I have a vision impairment, yet I am remarkably independent despite this.
During our visit to relatives, every time I offered to lend a hand—whether it was taking dishes to the kitchen, bringing them back, washing up, or even fetching a glass of water—I was consistently told to sit down, as they could manage it on their own.
I was puzzled by this, as I am fully capable. I wondered if it had something to do with my eyesight.
One day, we visited a great aunt who owns a quaint summer home by the sea, not far from where we were staying. Whenever we visit her, I always go for a swim since she lives just a couple of minutes from the beach.
As I approached my great aunt to offer my assistance, I overheard my 14-year-old cousin speaking to her in Greek. It’s important to note that I can’t form a sentence in Greek. My father, who is English, had reservations about us speaking the language. However, even though I’m not fluent, I can read, write, and understand Greek. My family is unaware of this fact. They believe that because I can’t speak it fluently, they can freely discuss things without me understanding.
My cousin was telling my great aunt how clumsy I am, how foolish I am, and how I’m a bit… slow on the uptake. She was saying all of this in Greek, thinking I wouldn’t comprehend her. Even if I couldn’t string sentences together myself, I knew what she was saying about me. I added 2 and 2 together, and realised my cousin was very obviously telling all my relatives this. She did it because she thought she’d get praised if she helped bring out the food without me. I was angry, but I knew the perfect revenge.
We ate lunch, and after we were finished eating, my great aunt asked my cousin for her help to take the dishes in, and do the washing up, as she’d been on her feet most of the morning, preparing the food.
My cousin looked at me, knowing my great aunt couldn’t speak English and said “Hey OP, auntie needs help taking the plates in and doing the washing up.” Because now, she was bored, and expected to run off to the beach and leave me doing the hard work of cleaning up after.
So I looked at her and said “But I’m too stupid and clumsy, and soft in the head, to help auntie out. Besides, she asked for YOUR help. Not mine.” She went pale, realising I knew what she’d said. But she doubled down.
“I helped bring everything out. You could help take it all in.”
I laughed at her, picked up the book I’d brought with me, and got up from the table. Grabbed the towel I brought with me, and went to walk off. My cousin started whining to my grandparents that I wasn’t helping her. My grandmother looked at her and said “You made your bed. Now you lie in it. Your cousin caught you lying about her, and now she can go to the beach, while you help your aunt.” My cousin went completely white then.
So I went to the beach. Swam for thirty minutes, then chilled out on a deckchair, reading my book under the shade of a nice umbrella. By the time my grandparents called to me that we were heading home, my cousin had spent all of it helping to wash up, and dry things, and put them away. She hadn’t gotten to be lazy and go to the beach, to enjoy the sea.
I could’ve helped her. I simply decided that I wouldn’t, as she never earned my help. Since then, every time we went to a relatives home, and she was asked to help, I watched with a smirk on my face. To this day, (I’m 37 this year) I still won’t help her.
She made out I was incapable to people. So now she suffers the consequences. It’s the malicious compliance that keeps on giving to me.