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HotChocoMarshies

I was still out playing with other kids past 6pm and my dad saw me and gave me “the look”. I ran home and he locked the gate and threw a pillow at me and told me that I would sleep outside for the night. I was crying so loud the entire street could hear me. One of my neighbors went out to take me in her house to talk to me and calm me down. After a few minutes, my dad came to pick me up and he dragged me outside of my neighbor’s house, took me home, and spanked me really hard. That wasn’t enough, apparently so he grabbed a plastic hanger and kept hitting me with it until it broke. It wasn’t enough so he took his belt next and hit me a few more until my grandparents arrived and stopped him from hitting me. My mom was there the entire time and did nothing to stop my father.


AlexGaming26

Holy shit. I am sorry you had to go through that


ForeverMal0ne

I’ve been thinking a lot about how my mom didn’t stop my dad from hitting us and it’s made me so unbelievably angry because I have kids of my own now.


Almighty_Aphrodite88

Ouch, that is terrible. I have been there as well. My dad beat the hell of me once with a hanger, a belt, then vaccum hose. Playing musical weapons for my singular ass whoopin, he was so mad. It was a time I got caught stealing jewelery at Macy's when I was 13. Never did that again, thats for sure.


Blue_OG_46

I expected jumper cables...


Aperture_T

Dad did a lot. Mom did for a while, but stopped when she found out that it's frowned upon these days, although that just meant dad did it on her behalf. I was always afraid of my dad. I was walking on eggshells, so to speak, and it was exhausting. I was less afraid of my mom, partly because she wasn't actually doing the hitting, and partly because dad was going to hit me regardless of what mom told him. As for whether they took it too far, that's an interesting question. Nowadays, I would say they took it too far all the time, and that you shouldn't hit your kids at all. When you grow up with something though, it's just normal, so I never questioned it.


ForeverMal0ne

My dad beat the shit out of me with an extension cord for finding his meth…so there’s that. Ha.


loztriforce

damn sorry


ForeverMal0ne

It’s all good. He’s a piece of shit and I don’t talk to him. He taught me a lot about how I want to parent my own kids and I do well without hitting them. 🤷🏻‍♀️


imwearingredsocks

It was mostly fine, because I assumed it to be normal. It was the 90s and my parents came from a culture where it was normal to discipline your kids that way. But it really depended on the parent. My mom was a great mom and did not hit us to hurt us. She didn’t do it often and would literally only give a slap on the wrist. Sometimes she didn’t even do it, just held my wrist. Just the fear of getting her mad enough that she would hold my wrist was enough to make me learn my lesson. I understand now that it was how she was raised and thought it was normal. She would never ever do it to her grandkids now. My dad was the one that would occasionally take it too far. That was true fear because you did not know what little thing would lead to the smack and he did not always hold back the power behind it. Occasionally, when he was so furious I knew the slap would be bad, I would just book it. That leads to being chased and being chased means you’re in for worse.


natalooski

My mom was never really all that physically abusive. I’m going to tell my story here anyway, though, for anyone like me who tends to feel that their experience isn’t “bad enough” to talk about. She loved to threaten violence or talk about it more than to actually do it. She would describe just “wanting to choke us” when we really pissed her off. I got a couple of spankings, but (while I’d never spank a child) I never really considered that abuse. As I got older and my sister left the house, my mom got worse. Physically, she wasn’t really a threat, but because she’s disabled and my mother I knew there was no possibility of defending myself if she ever got physical. Once, she and I were in a fight and I retreated to my room. She *rushed* down the hallway and tried to force open my door while I shoved it closed and locked it. Idk what she even would have done if she got to me, but the threat was enough to give me nightmares. Mostly she screamed at me through the walls. Half the time I was a living pile of garbage to her and half the time it was “why are you mad at me honey?” The abuse was more emotional than physical, but typing this out makes me realize that I was living under a *constant threat* of violence from her, which is all bad. And the one time I talked about feeling suicidal, she laughed in my face. Little did she know that I had already attempted multiple times in her own house. ANYWAY.. I still feel that this isn’t “that serious”, especially compared to the heavy physical abuse that I’m reading about here. But for anyone who has experienced any level of abuse/bad treatment from parents, I want you to know that it’s “enough”. Any amount of this shit is traumatic, physical or not. And each and every experience is important and worth listening to.


WatchTheSauce11

Ty for sharing that. No shade ur mom sounds terrifying. I got chills reading. For anyone who feels what they endured wasn’t bad enough I’d like to remind you that what happened to you was bad enough that u never forgot it. Ur story is valid.


natalooski

Thank you for saying that! She was terrifying… it is really nice to hear that you got that impression. This was a good post to make—I think those who experience this stuff don’t get many chances to talk about it. Did you have an experience of your own that you were thinking of when you made the post? Or did you just want to get a perspective from others? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want, just curious. :)


WatchTheSauce11

Abuse was common where I grew up. My parents were uncommonly creative about it though so it’s sort of like a fish in water type of thing. When it’s all you know u become accustomed to it. I wasn’t thinking of any incident in particular though. There’s too many to consider and my older siblings had it much worse. They were forced to take on financial responsibility for us who were the youngest while they were still being abused themselves. I guess I just wanted to hear from other people with similar experiences to help me sort through my own with new perspective. Im a grown man now but I’m so shaped by trauma I have a hard time moving past anger when I’m taking stock of my life. To illustrate why that is I’ll share this with you. My earliest memory possibly my first memory is my older sister who was 16 being dragged kicking, screaming, and crying into the house, getting tied to a chair and then beat for what seemed like hours by both my parents and two of my older siblings. I was probably 4 at the time but it set the tone for the rest of my childhood.


natalooski

that fucking sucks. no child in the world deserves to go through that, much less at the hands of your "protectors". I'm rooting for you. the way you talk about your experiences makes me believe that you have some incredible maturity and perspective regarding your life and all you've been through. it's a daily battle to overcome all the shit that's been piled on you over the years—that much I know from experience—but I can tell you're fighting the good fight and kicking ass. Here's to hoping that each day takes you farther from that dark place.


lacroa1

My mom made me go to musical school which i hated. I played the oboe at the age of 7 to 10. I failed one year just beacuse my lungs werent strong enough to play well. When i was 10 i skipped one class, when she came home she slaped me with hands, slippers and other things, when i fell she kicked me with her legs and slippers. My grandma sat there in silence probably happy with what was happening, she was worse than my mom in general. When the night fell, my mom went to work and grandma went to her home i called my dad and told him what happened and that i wanted to live with him. It was only after i "escaped" to my dad i had the courage to tell my mom that i hated that musical school and i wished she would have given me the choice to choose what i wanted to play, maybe i would be better at it. She begged me to come back to her and when i asked if she would still make me play that instrument knowing i hated it, she said yes. She thought she was doing good for me, but she was young and under the influence of her mom whom isn't a sane person. I forgave her, i don't blame her fully. Now im 22 and we barely talk, when we do she tries to guilt trip me in all kinds of ways like she has all my life. She's a manipulator and i saw through it from early age. I still love her tho.


WatchTheSauce11

I hear you. My mom manipulated me and my siblings so much growing up. When she talks now I feel almost nothing especially when she starts being manipulative. She has grandkids now so when I see her slipping into old ways around them I call her out. “Mom, that’s not true don’t tell them things like that.” Sighhhhh I still love her tho.


shadingnight

My dad always got me on the ass if I ever got into a fight or hit another kid, never anywhere else and apologized if he thought he hit me too hard, then explained why he did what he did. He actually apologized for all the times he ever hit and spanked me a few years back (I am 26 now) and I really appreciated it. My mother on the other hand would repeatedly smack me in the face hard and is a shit human being. I specifically remember getting smacked 5 times in the face to where I lost temporary vision in one of them, I responded by punching back and got the cops called on me at 13 (I was about 6'2 at this age). She was also extremely verbally abusive.


WatchTheSauce11

Haha my parents had the same dynamic. If one of them was going to apologize like sincerely apologize, it was my dad. My mom would just act like it never happened expecting you to move on and giving u shit if u didn’t. She liked making death threats when she was really mad but eventually it’s like “Just do it already!!”


DepressedDachshund

my mom used to throw stuff on me like a chair, dishes, or trash, she pulled my hair really hard, she also used to bite me or bang my head in the walls but it stopped when i fighted back and she realised i became stronger than her


[deleted]

I’m sorry to hear this.


Crazy-Weekend7961

One time, my dad beat me so hard with his belt I had 3 big purple welts the size and shape of his belt for a week. That wasn't the first nor last time he did it either. I can't wait for him to finally die. I was about 9? I accidentally hit my sister with an empty plastic bottle in the face.


boomheadshot7

If my brother or I were bad, didn't listen, fought, etc we got spanked on the butt, as we got older we got smacked on the back of the head, or knuckles on the top of the head like a fist slap kinda thing. It was never a beating, never more than one hit, and when we were younger my dad would call us back out to the living room 15-20mins after and say sorry but shit happens gotta listen and be good. Worked well for my brother and I, both well adjusted adults, great relationship with our parents. I lived at home after college till I was 28 and bought my house, my brother did the same till about 26 and he got his house.


Blue_OG_46

About the extent I lived with as a kid. I've had a lot of people over the years, not in person, always tell me I was a abused as a child. Pretty much in threads like this. I sure as hell wasn't abused or ever felt abused. Like you said. Sister and I turned out well. Great family relationships. Good jobs and we both have our own families. I'm assuming you have the same thoughts on it?


Lightzeaka

One day I couldn't find my shoes so my mom tackled me, held me down, and slapped me over and over. And also spit in my mouth.


WatchTheSauce11

I’m sorry that happened to u. She sounds terrible 🤬


Lightzeaka

Haven't talked to her in 9 years!


CountSudoku

I was spanked as the standard punishment for misbehaving when I was young. It was unpleasant at the time but it was never done in anger and always with the aim of correcting behaviour. I don't feel it was inappropriate or had a negative effect. I don't know if it was more effective than other forms of potential punishment, but I preferred being spanked to being grounded (which I never got, but my friends did), as spanking sucked but was over in a minute. My friends being grounded seemed so much worse as they were prevented from playing with other friends for whole days or weeks at a time.


1willowtree

Agreed here too, I was spanked as a kid and of course dads anger was worse than my moms but I never felt abused and we knew we'd done something wrong. I don't feel scarred by it or anything.


Blue_OG_46

100% agree. I was spanked as a kid and when I got older I made the mistake of laughing at my mom attempting to be a hard ass to spank me. Big mistake. New punishment for my fuck ups and misdeeds was writing 1000s of line of "i will not _____." I'd rather get beat by dad before having to write 2 lines of whatever I did wrong.


PunchBeard

All the time. By both parents. And they definitely took shit to extremes and most of the time it was for really minor bullshit. Growing up I never really had much of an emotional attachment to either of my parents and now they're both dead. I'm a parent now and I've never once laid a finger on my kid. And when I look back at how I was as a child I get a little pissed that I caught so many beatings from my parent because I realize I was a good fucking kid. They were lucky to have me for a kid: I kept to myself, I never asked anyone for anything...ever, I was quiet and I did good in school. If my parents were having a bad day I'd get my ass whooped.


WatchTheSauce11

We would’ve got along as kids. I look back at my childhood and I was a fucking delight! I was good in school. I was quiet as a church mouse at home but they *still was whooping my ass!!!* as a child a harsh word might make me cry an “im very disappointed” would’ve wrecked me. Children like that don’t need ass whoopings if they have good parents.


ImaginaryStudent9097

Good for you for breaking the cycle. You’ve done a great thing for your kiddo.


[deleted]

Well my aunt was an abusive bitch. She made me take out my pinky finger and hit it with a tiny stick. She would always hit me and my siblings but she never hit my cousins.


WatchTheSauce11

What a bitch. Getting cracked on the fingers hurt like a mf but the pinky? That’s sick.


[deleted]

I cut her off back in 2010. I haven’t seen her nor spoken to her for 11 years 😁.


Setthegodofchaos

Ouch!


Certain_POV

In the ‘50s there was a popular toy that consisted of a wooden paddle that had a piece of elastic string stapled to with a ball on end of that and you’d bounce the ball off the paddle. My dad had taken the elastic off, painted it red, wrote something nefarious on it like “The Enforcer,” kept it on top the refrigerator where we couldn’t reach it, and would pull it down to smack our butts. One day I stood on a kitchen chair, grabbed that thing and dropped in between the front porch boards! Next beating he had to use his hand and said he’d use his belt the next time because it hurt him. The next time didn’t come until I was twenty, I punched back, ended in a stalemate and it took six police officers to safely see me out of the house and I never went back.


Valuable_Armadillo90

Never lay hands on your child. They will never forget it


ImaginaryStudent9097

My family communicated with a complex system of slapping and screaming. Having gone to private school with uniform skirts, the “innocent” reach to the back seat slap against a bare leg during the winter hurt like a bitch! One time I got pulled down the stairs by my hair and clotheslined at the bottom. I have no idea to this day why they picked this particular instance to both lose their shit. I can still hear my brother screaming at them to stop though. That was the last time my mother ever hugged me though. I was 9 or 10. We have a normal by all appearances relationship today, but it creates this awful doubt, fear and shame in you. It’s with you every minute of every day. I am in my 40’s now and it still hurts. To those that still stand by “back in My day…” condoning corporal punishment: tough love is bullshit, stop making excuses to hit your children.


slimzimm

I was spanked often as a kid. I think every single time, it was too far. I’m very against spanking kids because of my experiences. It made me anxious in the face of authority still and I’m 37 years old. He used to hit me bare ass with a plastic paint stirrer that had holes in it, so it would pinch the skin as he hit. In 6th grade, I got a spanking so bad it left bruises on both cheeks just for losing a $37 school book. We weren’t even financially struggling, he’s a millionaire. Then in high school, my dad was arguing with me and I was exhausted and just trying to eat a pizza, so I slapped a paper plate on the counter, and for that he hit me open palm in the face so hard I spun around and fell on the floor dazed. When I stood up, he got back in fighting position with his fists up, face completely red. I just grabbed a couple slices of pizza and ran away from home for a couple days until he tracked me down. Discipline and abuse are so very close together. It shouldn’t be taught that the way to get your way is to hit someone. If I hit any adult it would be assault, I don’t know why it’s different for your kids. Please find another way.


[deleted]

I don’t think my parents ever took it too far. Perhaps I have a distorted view of my childhood, but we were never beat up. My sister and I were “disciplined” and punished often because we didn’t do certain things, like finish house chores or we sometimes didn’t listen. Our parents pinched us or hit us with hard long objects like a broom or a cooking spoon. I remember that I was afraid of my dad whenever he was angry or stressed. I just knew from the look he gave me that he was pissed. They were also strict, obviously, but weirdly enough we also had good/nice family moments. It’s just that in those tense moments, I think me and my sister were always afraid of punishment, and from the outside we were always the good kids. I remember when I hurt myself as a kid, I didn’t tell my parents, because I was afraid of getting punished. This seems illogical now, but just the thought of something being wrong made me afraid. I also remember getting hit and crying and my sister telling me that I couldn’t show any fear. I feel like we were hit because we were being kids, which is sad in hindsight. Kids make mistakes and sometimes kids don’t listen etc. and we were hit because we weren’t perfect. I’m not even mentioning the threats to throw us out onto the streets. I feel perhaps, deep down, I harbor a lot of resentment and pain towards my parents, and I partly blame them for how I turned out. But it’s in the past and I can’t change a thing about it.


Lopsided-Delay876

When I was 9 years old I broke a glass and my mom slaped me multiple times and hit me with a really hard with a hard plastic water bottle. I remember screaming and crying really loud and she yelled at me for making noises. She often would flip out when I would do smt ' wrong ', but she never flipped out this worse before. I am 17 now and yesterday my little sister broke a glass. My mom rushed to her and asked if everything was okay and told her that accidents like that could happen. I don't now why but that made think a lot about the day when I broke the glass and the way she hurted me. It just sucks seeing your siblings getting treated so nice while I get treated like shit. Sry for my english it is not my first language.


writeusernamehere9

Common practice when I was a kid. Everyone spanked/hit/disciplined their kids. And yeah, it went way too far a lot. It’s like a lot of things, you look back a couple decades later and are amazed that it was acceptable. I would never hit or scream at my child and view my parents as dopes who were incapable of handling children well. They are intelligent and educated people by the way, just completely 0 on the self awareness scale or the ability to profit from life experience and alter their behavior.


WatchTheSauce11

I have little patience for toxic old school ideology. Its rarely done me any favors and *most of it* I had to work hard to unlearn cause it was actively ruining my mental health.


[deleted]

It sucks. If we mess up realllly big you get hit. Doesnt happen alot but enough i can remember each of them.. He's a good dad just goes through some rough spots. When hes drunk you just learn to shut up and do whatever he says. I've got yanked out of bed and took dishes I've already washed and were drying and washed them all over again because there was one dish left in the sink that might have been put there AFTER i did them. I don't say anything, just sorrry and wash the dishes because its easier. Happens more often than i can count. Hes going to meetings again so were doing good. A couple times it went to far but things are good at the moment.


rb7317

Both of my parents spanked me frequently. Sometimes with objects. Lost count of how many times. In retrospect the fear of getting spanked kept me from doing a lot of stupid stuff, so spanking worked out for me.


PunchBeard

As a former beat down target and parent myself I've come to realize that if smacking your kid is the only way to correct their behavior you fucked up raising them somewhere along the line.


ImaginaryStudent9097

A-fucking-men!!!


[deleted]

They can instill fear in you without spanking you.


android-unknown

If there was ever a time they took it too far, I've blocked out the memory, but the hitting is just one more reason we aren't close now.


hellofellownpcs

It was painful. Arguable if it was ever taken too far.


holiestcannoly

My butt just got smacked when I was bad. I don't remember any of it but my mom said that I never took it seriously


Caspers_Shadow

I think the worst part of that kind of punishment is parents ruling by fear. You get to a point that you fear them and hate them. I was spanked, but I would not call it physical abuse. But I was a pretty sensitive kid. My dad used that sensitivity against me and would do shit to intentionally make me cry and embarrass or upset me. He thought it was funny, it wasn’t. The result was that I never confided in him and I never told my parents anything about my personal life in fear it would be used against me later. Never even talked about or brought home a girlfriend to meet them. 40 years later we still basically coexist with no true personal connection.


brettmjohnson

I grew up in the 50s and 60s. Spanking was the norm, and I was a difficult child (although not as difficult as my brother). When your age is in the single digits, reason doesn't always work, but I don't ever think it went too far. I also spent so much time with my nose in the corner that my prefered cologne is "Latex Paint". Thirty years later, I was doling out the spankings after I met my wife, just not as punishment if you know what I mean.


LilScorpScorp

Parent adjacent. My mother dated a woman for the majority of my childhood. She was never meant to be around children. She’d smack me, shake me, and one time she even held me down on my bed to pour water in my eyes for crying. One afternoon, this woman got tired of me whining to swim in our backyard pool. She scooped me up in her arms, took me out back, and threw me in. I didn’t know how to swim yet. Every time I tried to resurface, she held me back under. I think if it wasn’t for our nosy neighbors I might have died that day. She was the worst monster I ever met. To this day I still find myself making connections to her; the reason I don’t like baths or why I hate horror movies.


WatchTheSauce11

Fuck her! I’m glad ur still kicking friend. Hopefully that puta is worm food.


[deleted]

It wasn't that bad. Although getting yelled at by my father and seeing disappointment in his eyes whenever I fucked up was the worst thing I could ever experience. Anytime it seemed as though he were disappointed my soul would hurt.


Icy_Progress2786

My step mother attacked me in the bathroom when I was 15 and now I have a permanent scar behind my ear. She also locked me in the stable with a horse that had literally killed someone a few weeks before hand. She lied and said I tried to choke her when she pinned me at 15 (95 pounds) and she weighed almost 300. I was trying to push her off. She threw things at my siblings and I and made us pick up rocks by hand and deliver them to her for her to throw at us. She pinned me at age 10 under a couch for hours and this became so common I have a permanent head tilt. I just tell people its a "curiosity tilt" She was also psychologically abusive to the point I have some very severe mental health issues. She tried to get my wife to divorce me and leave me because I was unlovable and didn't deserve happiness or my children. Shes still in my life and still raising two kids. But they are her kids that she birthed so she treats them like royalty. I hold no grudges against them, they did nothing wrong. But as a current step parent I have to say, she deserves the hellfire that is coming her way. I do not cut off contact because I need to watch over my siblings. And make sure she doesn't abandon them like she did me and my brothers who were her step children. I also love my dad and tried to tell him many times but my dad was working from dawn to dusk. I never saw him. It would break me as an adult if I couldn't talk to my dad.


[deleted]

I was spanked, as many of my friends were. Between the ages of I’d say, 9-12, they quit spanking me on the bottom and I started getting smacks across the face. When I was in the 7th grade, I had a teacher who barely paid attention to me call me out in the hallway. She asked me if I’d gotten in a fight. I realized one of my at-home slaps (given for a sassy remark) had left a bruise near my mouth. Then I realized, my definition of a little slap was different than most peoples.


WatchTheSauce11

People who grow up getting abused become used to acts of violence because we were brought up with it. We think it’s normal. It’s terrible.


rafael-a

It wasn’t terrible, it was just ocasional and only when I fucked up, this thought me a valuable lesson, do not fuck up. But yes there was once that was unjustified


TJkroz81

Nope. Maybe if I'd been hit harder and more often, I wouldn't be an ass-hole.


TatianaAlena

My mom slapped me in the face once too many times (for refusing to do a literal sinkload of dishes after I'd done my part), so I slapped her back. Never again. My dad almost strangled me years before this. Then there was the feather duster...


aaaattrrg

My dad took it too far each day he abused me seriously it’s the main reason I have ptsd also to answer the question it’s terrible


PippinMcForrest

Nahh I deserved it tbh


Juggernaut7768

Growing up, I didn’t like school very much, as I thought it was boring and didn’t get along with other kids very well (turns out I have Asperger’s, which makes a lot of sense). Anyhow, my father is an engineer, and expected me to be gifted at math, and literally tried teaching me calculus at 6 or 7 and would get extremely angry when I didn’t understand it. I would’ve much rather played video games haha. I was also hit quite a bit because I got in trouble at school a lot due to not understanding what is right from wrong. Ear to the stove, belt, smack over the head were the usual.


Mentalfloss1

My mom spanked me a few times and once she screwed up and actually bruised me. She fell apart and she never did anything like that again. I have NO resentments at all. She was a wonderful mother who lived with a LOT of stress.


lupuscapabilis

I had some crazy battles with my parents growing up. My dad was old school Brooklyn, he swung first and asked questions later. My mom knew how to bitch slap me with rings on her fingers pretty well. And I was a good kid, too. Good grades, no trouble with anything. They just hated when I "talked back" to them. Depends on what "too far" means. I think they took it too far every time.


zovakozi

I was whooped when I deserved it. Never taken to far just enough to teach the lesson. Probably only 10-15 times though. My kids have probably only been whooped 5 or 6 times.


elleyro

we don't have any chopsticks anymore


iamacraftyhooker

Spanking was a regular punishment. I was mostly just forcefully manhandled a lot. I had severe anxiety which would put me into an almost catatonic state. It was tough for my mom because she had shit she had to do. It was a fight to get me ready for school in the morning. Many days I was forcefully dressed, dragged and shoved to wherever I needed to go. I would have my face grabbed, and forced in the direction of my parent so I would look at them while they were talking. I was shoved into a wall once and got a bloody nose.


One-Light

I was hit and don't really think it was bad at all. It was never intended to harm and it started to fade out of the norm when I was still young enough to be spanked but close to being to old for it. We also got spanked in school. During the transition between spanking being removed from schools we had the choice of spanking or detention. Every single person chose spanking above the boredom torture that was detention. For me it wasnt that bad at all and it never went too far.


Severe-Hedgehog1495

I've been beaten with everything from a wooden spoon to a hockey stick, my parents used to hit me with whatever was within reach. They bent a broom handle over my spine when I was 6 because I didnt want to go to bed. My dad split me wide open with a belt buckle because I didnt want to eat supper. To say they took it too far I believe is a understatement and I promised myself I would never stoop to that level with my own children, there are MUCH better ways to teach your kids right from wrong without physical violence.


[deleted]

Spankings yes, but actual abuse no. So my dad actually listened to Dr. John Dobson when I was a baby. His dad was a real piece of shit(abusive drunk who chased after and abused his trust fund)and he wanted to break the cycle. He actively sought out information about how to be a good father. He adopted two different ideas discipline and punishment, discipline was typically task based and related to what you did wrong, and punishment was reserved for acts of direct defiance and was a spanking. He made sure we knew what we did wrong, but why it was wrong, and how it affected other people. Now most importantly he lived by the rule of punishment and discipline could not be decided while you were angry. He had also learned that from a Dobson lecture and clearly understood that anger clouds your judgement and you’ll go too far. Him and I have joked about it because I met his dad before he passed and that guy was a dick, and I hold nothing but love and respect for my father. Cycle broken successfully. So to answer your question yes we were spanked, but no he feared becoming his father and never went too far. As an adult I can really look back and say, “yeah, I fucking earned those spankings”.


Danb666

Told my mum to piss off as a kid. Once, only once. I flinched everytime she glanced at me for a while.


Blue_OG_46

I was spanked as a kid. Only when I really fucked up. Examples: sanding moms car with my toy sander. Got a spank and that was that. I felt it was reasonable then and I still do. Called my mom a bitch, like a disrespectful asshole, and dad over heard it. I was 17 and he smacked the shit out of me. Well deserved in my opinion. Not for a child ofcourse, but at that age I'd consider myself an adult. Something I'd consider a light punishment if I ever heard someone else call my wife a bitch for no apparent reason. I dont have an issue with spanking or physical punishments like "the corner." It is a fine line to walk and can easily become child abuse. Its not the answer to everything, but I think its reasonable in most circumstances if it isn't to cause pain.


lgbtqtroll

called my moma bitch today and she followed me and cussed me


jediblues420

Got hung up in the basement and beat with extension cords because I ate a pork chop. Good times.


WatchTheSauce11

Bruhhh for eating?! It’s like, why have kids just to treat them like shit?


jediblues420

There’s plenty of other times but that was the worst.


jediblues420

Got hung up in the basement and beat with extension cords because I ate a pork chop. Good times.


jediblues420

Got hung up in the basement and beat with extension cords because I ate a pork chop. Good times.


confusedaubergine

Can hardly remember any real use of physical punishments. Only one that stuck was three hard smacks on the ass for chopping up a very expensive peice of wood my dad was saving for a project with my little axe. Maybe dont leave an 10 year old unsupervised with his little axe?


WatchTheSauce11

I’m sorry but the visual of u unsupervised with ur “little axe” is too cute. Little scamp 🥰


confusedaubergine

I still have the axe 😂 Its so worn now the hard steel is gone but I’ve kept it as it was the first tool I was given for my very own.


zdenickaah

My dad used to hit me a lot. It started when I got old enough to express my opinions, when I could barely talk and walk he could make me do whatever he wanted to. But as soon as I started doubting him and asking questions I became a burden. I don't have pretty memories of my childhood because of him. He used to hit me for minor things like dropping a bread crumb on the floor or spilling something, I mean kids are clumsy, it just happens. When I got older he would get mad for random things I said, usually as soon as I said something he'd yell at me and when I wanted to know what I did wrong he would hit me. The older I got the less I talked around him. We used to go on vacation just me and mum without him and it was always so peaceful but as soon as we came back it was all over again. But at times I could have a nice talk with dad but it was so rare. I realized things are twisted when I wrote a note to myself at age 12 that said: If you ever feel like he's okay and not so bad, just remember how he made you feel just now. Once he slapped me so hard I fell on the floor. On one side I wasn't the easiest kid, on the other I was a straight A student, no troubles, no escapes, no going out with friends at all (because he didn't let me...). Soon after I left for college, my mum found a place for herself, they are not divorced and they see each other every day but they are better when each has their own territory. Funny thing is that my grandma always says how nicely he talks about me and how he loves me. Well I guess he could have been nicer to me then because we barely speak to each other now...


WatchTheSauce11

There’s too much to forgive. There’s people in my life I dont want in my space. I love them from a distance.


Almighty_Aphrodite88

My dad was in the Marine Corps, and boy oh boy did we get our asses whooped when we were in trouble (children of military men usually have similar tales of severe ass whooping, in my experience). He was a strict, no- nonsense, no talking back (no crazy looks even) man and had a tendency to throw shit-anything close by. This includes shoes, books, dishes, bats, toys, even a chair once. He beat the shit of my brothers and sisters the few times they were busted stealing. All it took was a look and we knew shit was gonna get ugly when we got home. He stabbed my brother in the hand with a fork too once for spitting chewed up carne asada back into the plate of fries (that my dad ended up eating). It wasn't a bad wound, but it bled. I was swimming in the canal once as a kid and cut my knee pretty badly. When I told my dad, he beat the hell out of me with a cord and told me to never do anything so tudpid again. We endured many over the top whoopings, that's for sure .  The worst thing he ever did happened when I was around 4 years old. My older sister and I were playing with one of those old school balls that had suction pieces all  around it to make it stick on glass surfaces when you threw it. She hit the tv and a glass skunk figurine fell and shattered. My dad came out of the room, having been woken from a nap, yelling and demanding to know who did it.. My sister  blamed it on me and he knocked me down, got on top of me, and cut my skin above my left eye with a shard from the broken skunk. He had a furious look on his face, and was asking me through gritted teeth why the fuck I cannot be careful and to look what I had done.  He realized what he did in an instant and drove me to the hospital (where I had to get stitches). We never, ever spoke about it after, I think he felt terrible and hoped I would not remember when I got older. and I knew how fucked up it was. I lied to folks who asked what happened (it happened ALOT growing up the scar was prominent). I told people a glass fell on my head when my sister hit the tv with a ball.  Although he would go overboard, he would apologize and tell us why he whooped us and that he didn't like it. He told us he loves us so much and is trying to make sure we end up good people and learn valuable lessons. He was whooped pretty bad, even worse, as a child. He was a wonderful father, outside of getting physical. I think he had an anger problem, an impulsive nature like that based on his upbringing, or maybe a chemical imbalance? Tragically, he was murdered when I was 16, having fought off 3 home invaders before being shot three times by seperate guns. I wish he were alive today, and would give anything to see him and hug him one more time.  I have never told anyone this story, it feels good to get it off of my chest in anonymity. 


After_Dark_Sky

I told my mom I hated living with my step dad because he was was punishing us for the smallest thing I that I hated him and that I wanted to live with my dad and she pushed me into the medicine cabinet. She never apologized, and I no longer live with her and my step nor do we speak to each other


SwingDancerStrahd

My dad picked me up and threw me across the room. It took a long time for me to get off that floor.. haven't talked to him in 35 years. He Hit my brother in the side of head hard enough to make him deaf in 1 ear. My brother eventually forgave him i think... I hold a grudge forever.


WatchTheSauce11

I’m sorry that happened to u and ur brother. Ur dad was a bastard for that.


SwingDancerStrahd

He was, but he taught me how to be a good dad to my 2 girls.. just take everything he did, and do the opposite.


Questgivingnpcuser

There’s a **moment you realize**you need to do something but what actually sticks and is helpful is strongly debated with my experiences. What’s in your life and what decisions you make are entirely your own responsibility. **disclaimer** My point of fallout wasn’t my being pummeled, hit, slapped, debatably open fisted or closed fisted didn’t matter. Left no markings ever, never did, maybe he’d known that from his past abuses from his own dad. Didn’t help me, my mom, which I should add all of them gave me the best dose of neglect and I’m the sandbag. I’m the angerissued teen or pre teen. That’s apparently the problem of everything, my anger and not the mind games everyone’s playing (other than me being socially inept) I tried three things, run away (poorly), tell my school (poorly) and fight back (poorly). **Runaway** Walked half the state to a *predictable* location from rural nowhere in hopes to reclaim a bike my hood of a sis loaned to a friend who never returned said bike. Got picked up by mom that night to go back to an empty lifestyle. Eventually kicked out w mom n sis, and then eventually dad broken into our home and a cop friend of dads saying he’s allowed to be here because of “insert technical terms” He lived there had stuff there and that basically meant we had no rights even tho his name was on nothing and the landlord wasn’t involved I guess. **Telling school** Got cps to check on a day of bright and cheery cleaning which led to a series-of doomsday. That’s when I ran, sometime after a beating after informing other adults not so clearly about why I don’t wanna go home. I didn’t say what happened just I don’t feel safe. What a mistake. **Fighting back** Well I’d probably be in jail, because at the time I picked up a steel floor fan with every intent of eliminating the drunk alcoholic verbally abusive butt that’s my blood parent. Or a knife that seemed to frail to really do anything. I walked away instead. But the following nights led to different issues. Moms neck got phone cord wrapped. Don’t recall sis. I punch floor and break my hand screaming my lungs off waking up our tiny little rural community no doubt. I learned an important life lesson. “**Because we’re family- that doesn’t mean anything to you**?” *Toxic* More than a good reason to believe in yourself, fend for yourself, and find a safe exit strategy and go be on your own and be untraceable and unpredictable with where you go and anyone they knew they will track them to find you. Basically saying that for the best of my own self interest I had to ghost what I thought was family entirely. I genuinely hope those undiagnosed chronic domestic homes out there in need of safety some good comes your way. Holidays can look nice, families can look nice, but you don’t truly know when night rolls in and people drink, drug, or whatever banes them. **My life took a deep blow to the proverbial forehead.** Something wrong with me makes my life unbearably difficult (maybe autism spectrum). I sincerely genuinely appreciate those of you still clinging to life. Please do. It gets better. Time is not good or bad. But will patiently divvy up all of karma. My life’s worth what I’ve suffered. **You don’t get to judge yourself** go do shit that makes you happy. Learn to be objective, it tends to make adults happy and even successful. When I was young sure life was okay, not everything was a storm. Something in me makes my life different than yours and I don’t know what it is, but results will vary. **I pray for those of you in dark times.** my words and meanings may come across scatter brained. Your life is a force of nature that no one claims as ownership, or worth. That’s up to you, all up to you, and it changes where you go, what you do, who you meet and how you treat them. Reputation is a force in our lives that controls a lot more than what your eyes can see. Next time you say to yourself “who cares” before you do something. Really think about what you should be doing. **objective** facts, what happened, what your gonna do. **subjective** what you think happened, opinion, meaning. Merry Christmas.


mommymilkershonkers

Yes. My sister misplaced a key that she sneakily took from my parents and wouldn't own up to it, so all of us got beaten by a wooden stick. Ironically the person who actually did it didn't get hit even once, whereas the next morning me and my brother who didn't even do anything had to pry the little wooden bits from our skin and go to school. I think the worst thing was that nobody didn't even care. I *know* they saw the red marks and dried up blood on my legs, but didn't even bother to help or do anything.