For me: Spanked, belt strap, no hugz.
You?
I was too afraid of the consequences to find out 🤣
Nah but for real though I had a very ingrained sense of fear that prevented me from misbehaving, we were a very "action and consequence" sort of family in that I would say I was going to do something and then I was told a very, very, very terrible consequence would arise from it.
In hindsight I think I would have preferred to be spanked or experience some sort of "**** around and find out" as that fear response has definitely carried over into adulthood.
Got pinched on my earlobe a couple times.
Also remember one time when I was left by my parents at my child minder, and I was really sad that day. She couldn't make me stop crying and left me outside in the middle of winter and locked the door. Had to stand there and wasn't let inside for like 5-10 minutes. That made me more sad and really cold. Was too small to understand that that was a fucked up thing to do, so I never said anything.
I was smacked and hit a lot. I had a very broken uprising. Neglected,hit,etc… I’m very scared inside.
I was smacked and hit a lot. I had a very broken uprising. Neglected,hit,etc… I’m very scared inside.
I'm sorry, man. That's fucked up.
My parents would take away my videogames if I got bad grades or fought with my brother. I was always taught to respect my parents and fear them.
I've heard of people who when the kid does wrong the parent makes the child sit there, dad takes off his belt, then the dad proceeds to start whipping himself with it while his child watches, saying "when you do bad you don't just shame yourself, you shame the family", I assume this was for families not affluent enough to afford their child their own whipping boys.
My dad whooped me with the belt like 5 times, used a switch on me like twice. But granted it was only when I fucked up really bad. For the most part just grounded me, wouldn't let me play with friends or watch tv/games.
I remember one time he popped me good because i walked up to him when I was like 7 with a toy gun, had those suction cup bullet things and pointed it right at his eye, like a couple inches while he was sitting in the recliner. He said don't you dare or I'm going to whoop your ass, I shot him in the eye and ran ha!! 🤪 he grabbed my leg as I was running up the stairs, whooped me right there on the stairs with a belt.
There was another time my mom tried to spank me because I wasn't listening, it didn't hurt so I started laughing at her, which did nothing but piss her off real bad and she shoved me in anger and I rolled down a set of steps. She ran down to make sure I was alright, said she was sorry, made me a pb&J.
I love bringing that up to her as an adult "remember that time you shoved me down those steps"
for real I kinda deserved it i was being an ass.
Good memories in hindsight lol
moms was plastic spatula or wooden spoon, dad maybe once swung at me with a belt but usually wiffle ball bat if it was close by. other times just whatever he could toss in my direction. I think he threw a flip flop at me once. :)
beyond that spend a LOT of time grounded from ages 10-13
tween boys are fucking dumb.
I generally wasn't. It's a bit of a long story how I got there, but by the time I was 5 I was almost never in trouble. Before 4, they'd put a toy up somewhere I could see it but not reach it. I famously had every possession out of reach at one point as I sat in a bare room. Year 4 I spent in a coma (plus PT afterward).
There were, of course, exceptions. But they were one-offs. My father slammed me into the gravel driveway once. I got suspended for beating up a bully after he was stupid enough to actually touch me. But beyond that nothing I can recollect.
I ran with "the good crowd." To the point that by junior year we found out that if we all skipped school at the same time they assumed we were traveling for some school activity and counted us present. I don't think that would happen today, lol
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