I was locked in a dark closet for long durations of time.
And forced to pray on grains of rice next to a candlelit alter with a religious statue on it, until my knees bled.
I was locked in a dark closet for long durations of time.
And forced to pray on grains of rice next to a candlelit alter with a religious statue on it, until my knees bled.
if i talked back i got my mouth slap.
i got spanked when i was really little.
when i was older i would get grounded and stuff taken away like tv./car/going out with friends/phone
if my grades went down to low i would also get the same stuff taken away.
i got yelled at...
when i was very very young (like under 5) and i was really bad, i would get a wooden spoon.
after that i was generally a really good kid and didn't get into much trouble at all. if i did i would get grounded or my parents would tell me how disappointed they were in me.
THEN after my dad remarried and i was in high school my step-mom and i would get in screaming matches cause she was so goddamn brainwashed and overbearing... i would get my possessions thrown out (cd's, books, magazines, dvds - all things she thought were "inappropriate" for a someone my age, like i wasn't allowed to make decisions about what i wanted to listen to/watch. she threw out all my beastie boys. what a bitch) and i would get grounded. i wouldn't be allowed to go places with my friends... yeah.
if i talked back i got my mouth slap.
i got spanked when i was really little.
when i was older i would get grounded and stuff taken away like tv./car/going out with friends/phone
if my grades went down to low i would also get the same stuff taken away.
i got yelled at...
nothing crazy or abnormal.
Yeah, getting slapped in the mouth is pretty standard.
My dad bailed when he found out I could talk and my mom's an addict so I was raised by a bunch of teenagers who hardly knew what they were doing with themselves let alone a kid. There was only a 5 year age difference between my brother and I so yah, punishment was extremely rare unless my mom came home. She wasn't ((and never is)) really sober so she didn't//doesn't even know what she's doing.
I was very rarely punished... because I was an angel.
But srsly, when I was punished, I got the "that wasn't nice/good/smart" talk and I always felt bad after hearing that from my mother so I'd never do it again.
I'm not very hardcore.
I was very rarely punished... because I was an angel.
But srsly, when I was punished, I got the "that wasn't nice/good/smart" talk and I always felt bad after hearing that from my mother so I'd never do it again.
I'm not very hardcore.
I never got in trouble... just lectured at about what movies and tv we weren't allowed to watch, what words we weren't allowed to say, and why I shouldn't be depressed. My sister is the one who got spanked but she really was a brat sometimes. She once wrote on the walls "I hate Leana" and accused me of writing it. My mom was a little too smart to fall for that. Even when I stayed out late, didn't answer phone calls, or ran away and nearly got hypothermia, they never got angry with me.
Venusempty,
Sounds like she was just trying to rid herself of a competitor.
HH,
What does this: "But it was usually just being shouted at, or harsh speaking. You know, the kind with the spitting at the letter's t, s, and p." even mean?
As for myself, I usually got yelled at, grounded, and / or had privileges withheld. (I was a depressive child, and so NEVER got hit.)
1st daddy (0-8): belt, grounded w/no tv.
2nd daddy (8-12): belt+aggression, insane lvl of grounding sometimes involving no tv, books, or even leaving bed. grounded to the damn bed. for weeks at a time.
mommy: talks, belt on one occasion and she didnt even want to so much as i think my step dad pressured her to. yuck. this thread sux
mom - slaps in the face, belts, wooden spoons, electrical cords and plastic coat hangers across the ass and back.. when i got to big for that stuff to work i just got thrown out..
dad - just yelled and looked like a fool... and i wasnt really allowed to have/do anything
i have no talked to my dad in over 10 years... and i talk to my mom a few times a week...
the moral of this story.... hit your kids... they will thank you in the end
I was locked in a dark closet for long durations of time.
And forced to pray on grains of rice next to a candlelit alter with a religious statue on it, until my knees bled.
if only
Being locked in the closet was preferable to being severely beaten and emotionally tormented within an inch of my life.
Irregardless, I turned out FANTASTIC! And so can you.
My parents never liked to result to physical abuse but were consistently verbally and emotionally abusive. I grew up with a mother who was and still is severely manic [now medicated, lithium is kinda crazy but has saved her and our family's life] and a father who just wanted to go to work, feed and clothe his family, and play golf.
My dad used a belt - but it never hurt as bad at the flippy noise sounded when he would rip it out from the loops of his pants. My sister and I would always have a bathroom meeting if we were getting 'the belt' together. We would stuff our bottoms with hand towels or wash clothes to protect our rears. This generally only happened in the summertime or if we didn't complete our homework/talked back to our mother when my father was still at work or was sitting in traffic. She would usually call and he would have an hour to just stew in rush-hour traffic.
My parents worked a lot and I stayed with their best friends, The Davis's [a black family from Philly]. She watched a bunch of kids [about 15 at a time] including me. I was the only white kid and definitely got hot sauce shoved in my mouth if I were to curse [I was as young as 4], had meals taken away from me if I talked back or didn't do something I was supposed to, was made to stand in the corner for long periods of time, and the belt was enforced there, as well.
Beverly liked to beat kids with switches, too. The only stipulation was that you had to go out to the big old oak tree and find an adequate stick to get beaten WITH. If the stick was too skinny or short - SHE would go find one that was bigger than her arm and beat the ever loving shit out of you with it.
My mother had me write sentences and stay grounded to my bedroom, no family dinner, when I was 7 and got caught lying at school. Maybe it was 2nd grade forgery. Dirty words warranted soap in the mouth.
My father was more strict with discipline, so I don't remember being punished by him! At 16 I was caught the first time I smoked pot, plus running away in a snow storm to see Beck 3 hours away. I lost all the shit in my room (music, journals, everything) plus my car.
My grandfather switched me because I ate too much ice cream; my father was very unhappy
My mum never hit me, I was the only girl, I was her favorite. She never punished me until I was 17 and just about to move out of her the house. I think she just wanted to keep me there.
My father lived in China for most of my childhood and hit my brothers when they disobeyed him while he was back in town for maybe a week at a time. But, he only laid his hands on me once when I was 7. I woke up the next morning and told me mum that I had nightmares about it, and she told my dad that if he ever hit me again, she'd leave him. From then on, my mum took the hits for me and she's still with him. =/
Now, my parents are still together and still in love, or so my mum says.
My brother was a bad seed so he used to get his ass beat by my parents all the time.
so I never really needed discipline because I did my best to avoid any trouble. lol.
we're seven years apart though, so the trouble he got into was way worse than anything I could manage.
so if I did get in trouble I was just sent to my room :P
