What a weird sub btw is this the lowest engagement ever or what. Just people talking at nobody asking questions and a echo of everyone responding to nobody
My parents can both be very angry people, my mom more so than my dad.
I was punished for existing every day by my mom with her outbursts over every little thing. She would chase me with her slipper, screaming at me from the top of her lungs. But with my dad it was typically just a time out in the corner.
Usually shouting, but often smacked with varying levels of strength. My dad once slapped me so hard I cut my head open on the corner of a wall. He also once grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against a door.
Taking away privileges (TV, going out with friends, car when we were teens), hitting (swatting, we were not beaten), being sent to our rooms. My mom never sent us to bed without dinner though…she felt it was cruel to deny growing, hungry kids a meal so we could come down from our room for dinner then go right back up. I had good parents.
Making me kneel on mounds of salt while balancing heavy encyclopedias on both hands. My mom apologized a lot throughout the years. I just find it funny now.
Once my mom took my phone to punish me for a small thing, so I took the internet and refused to put it back unless she gave me my phone back, and you better believe she never tried that again.
The usual, stern talkings to, removal of privileges, groundings, beatings, closet time, sack time (with and without the badger), head shavings, immersion in lye (for lying), pretty standard really.
Timeout, grounding and write an essay on what I did wrong. When I was very little I was sometimes spanked but when I was 4 my dad spanked me and I turned around and said “That didn’t hurt!” My parents weren’t perfect and my dad had anger issues and occasionally yelled like crazy or chased me around or threw things but they never really hit us. My dad’s parents hit him with belts all the time, he really wanted to hit us with one for some reason lol. My mom let him once after I broke a broom and lied about it. They are kind of bizarre and inconsistent when I write it all down like that lol.
“Popped” aka smacked in the mouth if it was back talking, spanked with a belt, put in the corner, sent to room after spanking, grounded for months at a time with loss of hair tools, phone, tv and made to do all household chores, strangled once. All of it stopped once I finally wised up as a teen and threatened to call DCS and told mom I could ruin her.
Violently. Thrown across rooms, dragged down the hall by my long hair, belts, held up by my throat, slapped, punched, etc. No cig burns surprisingly. I do have scars on my wrists and ankles that I have no memory of why they’re there. My face pushed into the plate of food I didn’t like, didn’t wanna eat, or I was full. Oinked at. Called names. Heavy on the I’ll never amount to anything.
Used to get smacked, right on the ass cheek, with my mums rubber soled slippers. You’d think I’d learn to behave cause it hurt like fuck but, no. I was still a little shit all the time.
But at my parents’ first house we had a rose bush. My dad either took a belt or he’d take a branch off of the rose bush and make a makeshift belt out of it. And my dad made it fucking hurt. To the point of abuse, I’d argue.
That second one should be alarming on its own, because rose bushes have ‘thorns’ (technically they are prickles).
The point is, my dad probably used that thorn bush a couple times in my youth. I realize now that that was abuse. I’m 31 now. You can probably guess the kind of relationship I have with my Dad now. You’d be right if you guessed limited to no contact.
Grounded, no computer or tv, no friends after school (which was already slim pickins since we lived out of town). Also always a loud, aggressive lecture that taught me nothing.
In different ways. I would get spanked sometimes by my mom or hit with a belt. My dad didn’t hit me. He would yell, slam something or break something and I would flinch. Sometimes they would take away my sega. 😂 Other than that I had a pretty nice childhood lol.
Depends on the age, when I was little they spanked me with a leather belt but as I got older it was more yelling, grounding, and taking away things like my bedroom door or books to read.
Making me stay in my room – I was a chatter/people person & it was the worst thing that could be done to me! I apparently even asked my mum if she could smack me instead in front of staff in a shop.
Once had a wooden Spoon thrown at me(don’t know if intentional),
Minor cases of physical violence(grabbing me by my cheeks in this painful way, that locks the victim in place, preventing them from moving, terrifying not recommended)
More Screaming,
More cases of minor physical violence, thrown against walls, etc.
Spankings, eating soap when I was disrespectful, going to bed with out dinner because I didn’t want to eat was prepared, caught a backhand or two when I was disrespectful when I was older and soap wasnt cutting it.
Never physical punishment, but my mom knew every single thing I loved and removed access to them, along with silent treatment
I was a child that was punished by being left alone with nothing to do literally, days on end only staring at the walls or the ceiling, nothing to do, nothing to play, no one to talk to, just existing in a solo prison cell that was my room
I’m 32 now, and that feeling still haunts me, it teached me nothing but hatred
Spanking with a belt and being grounded for a week. Or just yelling so loud dads face would turn red and veins bulge out and sometimes neighbors would ask if everything is okay the next day lol
They didn’t. Can only think of one occassion when I was 17. Told me I had to have at least a 1/4 tank of gas in the car at all times. Said I couldn’t use it for a day. I was miffed, but made sure there was gas in the car after that day.
They took my bedroom door. And also put soap in my mouth if I talked back. We had a timeout chair that faced the wall. I got hit only once that I remember. I don’t know what I did. But I remember everything I said that got soap in my mouth, and every time my door was taken. Those were much more effective than hitting.
Physically hit then due to guilt I guess it transitioned to verbal abuse. Lectures about milking cows and how that was related to doing the dishes. I only felt worthy of their love when I kept things clean
My mum used to get physical when I was younger but then one day when I was 12 or so I grabbed her arm pinned her up against the wall and shouted “no!”. She was a little under 5 foot tall so yeah, I just decided that wasn’t for me anymore. Probably scared the crap out of her but in my defence my mum was pretty abusive
Screeching at the top of my mom’s lungs or the belt from my dad. No in between unless we were in public than my dad would leave me behind (at home or even at the store a couple of times) or my mom would yell just not as loud.
We had to write, sometimes 500 times, I will not do ‘so and so’ but the sentences could be quite long. Tried holding a couple of pencils at one time. Tried writing one word on each line all the way down. Still very boring and usually ended with a hand cramp.
My dad would hit me a lot. He also insulted me but that wasn’t “punishment,” it was just him not liking me. My mom slapped me twice and sent me to my room. Overall I liked my mom a lot better.
Usually mom used to shout at me, sometimes a little beating with hand (not much). Dad didn’t shout at all, but I remember he once slept me (dad being a quiet person I must had done something serious). So not much violence.
My parents were old school so usually had to sit in a fire ant bed for the afternoon. Tell ya what though, I’ll always put the toilet paper roll facing out now!
“Get outside!”, or a hand or belt spanking, a talking to, extra chores(already had many daily chores), “groundings”, and inability to have freedoms like phone usage, or friends over etc.
Mostly they couldnt. Id get a bad score on a test and go home, try to play games. “No, you cant play games because you got a bad score on your test”. Try to watch tv “no, you cant so that either”. Ask to go see my friends “nope, not that either”. Sit down and read a book, stare directly at my parents “are you going to stop me from reading?”
My dad had wooden paddles. He had them hanging all over the house and even one outside as a warning. He’d give us 2 or 3 good hard hits for discipline.
My daughter has never been hit or spanked, and she is 7. She never will nor will her soon to be born little sister.
Be told “do what you want, I don’t care”. That was NEVER the case. If I fell for this it was physical hell to pay. Over the years some of my favorites were months on end of being grounded (once grounded to the bathroom) and when I got used to all that-locked out of the house, kneeling on raw rice, made to eat ALL of a nasty food if I made a face, face slapping, 1000’s of sentences which left a massive bump on my middle finger still there to this day, but mostly I got the belt
Idk. I guess they would have grounded me. But, I have no memory of that actually happening. I think they grounded my sister once though. But, my parents gentle parented before that was a thing. My oldest sibling is 41. No spankings. Just usually a talking to and at most a firm “cut it out” or a “wait until i tell your father” who like… the least scary guy on earth, lol. But mainly we behaved because we were taught young how to behave through gentle parenting. Hey yall, it works. And zero trauma! The worst thing any of us did as teens was my sister becoming sexually active at 16. We didn’t party or do drugs.
Mother: would slap me, yell at me, make me stand against a wall and hold my ears and do squats (cultural thing),
Problem? Never once was anything I did a bad thing.
Once it was because I ate meat that I wasnt supposed to. She didnt explain that I wasnt supposed to.
Another time its because I got in trouble at school, except i was simply accused of doing something that I didnt do, and then punished for that thing I didnt do.
She punished me first for doing that thing, and then when I told her it wasnt me she got mad and said I wouldve stood up for myself if it wasnt me
She also blamed me for getting assaulted by an old man at 7 years old because “you should have gotten away”. So I simply dont even trust her judgement.
Father: would throw things, grab my hair, but not often
The one time I remember is when he left my baby sister on top of the kitchen table and told me to watch her.
I was like, 9 years old.
She fell, I tried to catch her. He got furious and threw a glass over my head, dragged me around by my hair.
Theyll claim they dont remember any of this, by the way.
Everyone wants to know what their parents did to punish them, but nobody asks why they were punished?
I think it would be much more interesting to find out what horrible things we did as children that resorted in our parents acting out violently. A better question is “What was the worst punishment you received as a child, and what did you do to get punished so badly?”
Mom was a spanking with the hand, ruler, spoon, grounding, toys taken away. Dad never said a word and mostly let my mom take care of it but if he stepped in, it was a hand so hard across the face you were air born and hit the ground. Never knowing what you did wrong. Groundings could be excessive. More than once I was grounded for summer. So, school was out but I wasn’t. That was a bummer. I never got in trouble at school and had all A’s and B’s. I don’t think I was a bad kid. Never got into a single fight.
So I absolutely refuse to hit my daughter. As a parent, it pains me to think of someone so big beating on someone so small. Someone who is so defenseless against you who only loves you and looks for your guidance. I don’t begrudge my parents and I don’t hold it against them. They took great care of me, they never drank and I only got it when I “did something.” Much of the time though, I just had no idea what I did was wrong. It was “the times” I guess.
I talk to my daughter, she might not understand the reasoning I am giving her for why I asked her not to push things in an electrical socket but if I keep going, she will eventually. I’ll pull her aside if she’s in danger obviously in an emergency but even if I have to do that. I tell her I am sorry for startling her but what she was doing is dangerous.
She does things, she breaks stuff but she is 3, she’s just being a kid. There’s no reason to be angry and she doesn’t need to be punished for that. I still can’t wrap my head around it. I broke a lamp when I was younger, we were playing and it was a complete accident. I didn’t mean to. I was sorry I did it, but I still got beat and grounded. I know my parents were poor and getting a new lamp was a big deal when we were always late on rent but…
Guess I did learn something. We were beat, my parents were beat, my grandparents were beat and I’m stopping that cycle right here. It’s not the way.
Whoopings with thick leather belts, switches I had to pick myself, and heavy hands. Sometimes I couldn’t go outside or watch tv in my room. My mom would also ignore me and sometimes force everyone else in the house to ignore me.
Smacks, pinnings, “Put in the corner”, lots and lots of groundings(weeks often, months sometimes). Siblings including myself have paired names with one sound/letter difference. Someone would do something and get caught, parent would say the wrong name to the other and an undeserved punishment would follow, they never rectified and would push us more if we argued for our innocence. All of us dont talk to our “paired” sibling and this probably is the reason.
We had a weeping willow in our front yard. “Go get a switch from the tree.” Weeping willow branches feel like a fucking whip and will draw blood if you are hit hard enough.
Spankings, mainly. As I got older things would be taken away like my TV or my time on the computer (I once lost both for a whole week and it was brutal to my young self). I never quite learned my lesson because no one ever discussed with me why what I was doing was bad. I’d lie a lot. Mainly about things I didn’t like doing such as brushing my teeth or taking my medication. It just taught me how to lie better in all honesty.
Hand, belt, and shoe spanking. Some yelling. And grounding to my room with no access to electronics or going out. Grew up with a Jehovah’s Witness mother, and Vietnam veteran dad that was not a witness. Loved my dad growing up (who has now passed) but it was hard to love my mom. We’re in good terms now, but never forget.
My parents would slap me and I remeber this one time when my mother made me eat my own vomit after I threw up her home cooked food ( well I think it was home cooked? Idk but either way I wish I was lying) – she doesn’t do this anymore tho (this happened when I was really young so the memory is kinda vague) but I swear it did happen
Both of my parents were colonels in the military. Dad Marines and mom was the Air Force. So I would get a hell of a dressing down if I messed up.
If I wasn’t literally getting my ass whooped as a kid I was grounded and doing pushups and chores all day.
When I got older the ‘spanking spoon’ went away and it became mental punishments like hiding video game consoles, restricting friend time, no dating, and fines.
The fines were when we were working or deducted from our allowance. They saved that money for our graduation by I wish I had it in the moment, lol.
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Scolded and no going out for play
“Stink and spank” was a nasty one. paddled on the butt while a jar full of dog shit/old milk was held under the nose.
Shouting, grounding, hitting or bedroom door being held shut whilst inside
Belt
What a weird sub btw is this the lowest engagement ever or what. Just people talking at nobody asking questions and a echo of everyone responding to nobody
My parents can both be very angry people, my mom more so than my dad.
I was punished for existing every day by my mom with her outbursts over every little thing. She would chase me with her slipper, screaming at me from the top of her lungs. But with my dad it was typically just a time out in the corner.
Usually shouting, but often smacked with varying levels of strength. My dad once slapped me so hard I cut my head open on the corner of a wall. He also once grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against a door.
They would take a power cable from my computer for some time, depending how hard I messed
Time outs and occasional spankings.
In order: yell, spank, silent treatment
Edit To Add: I’m so sorry that so many have experienced the same. I’m not surprised, but I am sorry.
Grounded to my room for months only coming out to eat and use the bathroom
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They didn’t cause they’re not abusive.
My mom used to give me “the look” and that was more terrifying than any punishment. I’d instantly feel guilty and just sit in silence for hours.
They didn’t need to yell—just one disappointed look could shut down my whole personality for a week.
My dad would give me dead arms.
Beat the shit outta me 🤣🤣🤣
Mom spanked me with a wooden spoon
Taking away privileges (TV, going out with friends, car when we were teens), hitting (swatting, we were not beaten), being sent to our rooms. My mom never sent us to bed without dinner though…she felt it was cruel to deny growing, hungry kids a meal so we could come down from our room for dinner then go right back up. I had good parents.
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Broom and curtain rod.
Belt, wire hanger, hair pulling, punching… the worse was days of silent treatment
social isolation, literally would just tell me to never leave my room
i never leave my room now and they ask why 😭
I remember getting the belt on my ass a few times…
Making me kneel on mounds of salt while balancing heavy encyclopedias on both hands. My mom apologized a lot throughout the years. I just find it funny now.
Once my mom took my phone to punish me for a small thing, so I took the internet and refused to put it back unless she gave me my phone back, and you better believe she never tried that again.
The usual, stern talkings to, removal of privileges, groundings, beatings, closet time, sack time (with and without the badger), head shavings, immersion in lye (for lying), pretty standard really.
Wooden spoon. Sometimes a belt.
Dad never. Mom, across the face…stopped as I got older
Depends. Yelling, hitting, taking away electronics, not letting me leave the house, kneeling on rice. Etc.
Weapons mostly, rarely a bare hand as that would hurt then.
Depends on what I did. I would say the punishment almost always fit the crime though.
Timeout, grounding and write an essay on what I did wrong. When I was very little I was sometimes spanked but when I was 4 my dad spanked me and I turned around and said “That didn’t hurt!” My parents weren’t perfect and my dad had anger issues and occasionally yelled like crazy or chased me around or threw things but they never really hit us. My dad’s parents hit him with belts all the time, he really wanted to hit us with one for some reason lol. My mom let him once after I broke a broom and lied about it. They are kind of bizarre and inconsistent when I write it all down like that lol.
The belt
Dad once told me he was disappointed in my behaviour and I’ve never recovered 😅
Spanked for doing dumb shit. Soap in the mouth for saying dumb shit.
“Popped” aka smacked in the mouth if it was back talking, spanked with a belt, put in the corner, sent to room after spanking, grounded for months at a time with loss of hair tools, phone, tv and made to do all household chores, strangled once. All of it stopped once I finally wised up as a teen and threatened to call DCS and told mom I could ruin her.
Spanking and Witholding Love.
Took me awhile to finally overcome that second one. It haunted me a long time.
Belt or anything nearby
i wasn’t allowed to read anymore.
which for a 10 year old mega nerd who didn’t like TV that much and obviously didn’t have a phone, was the worst thing they could’ve ever done 😔
Violently. Thrown across rooms, dragged down the hall by my long hair, belts, held up by my throat, slapped, punched, etc. No cig burns surprisingly. I do have scars on my wrists and ankles that I have no memory of why they’re there. My face pushed into the plate of food I didn’t like, didn’t wanna eat, or I was full. Oinked at. Called names. Heavy on the I’ll never amount to anything.
Spanked, always prayed that my mom was the one handing it out for obvious reasons. My dad broke a spoon on my ass.
Used to get smacked, right on the ass cheek, with my mums rubber soled slippers. You’d think I’d learn to behave cause it hurt like fuck but, no. I was still a little shit all the time.
Mostly just some yelling or a smack on the butt, but that was quite rare. They were good parents I was a lucky kid
My mom would give a spank.
But at my parents’ first house we had a rose bush. My dad either took a belt or he’d take a branch off of the rose bush and make a makeshift belt out of it. And my dad made it fucking hurt. To the point of abuse, I’d argue.
That second one should be alarming on its own, because rose bushes have ‘thorns’ (technically they are prickles).
The point is, my dad probably used that thorn bush a couple times in my youth. I realize now that that was abuse. I’m 31 now. You can probably guess the kind of relationship I have with my Dad now. You’d be right if you guessed limited to no contact.
Wooden spoon, metal spoon, grounding.
For general day to day punishments, I had to kneel and keep my arms raised. For spankings, I’d get hit in the palms with a switch.
Grounded, no computer or tv, no friends after school (which was already slim pickins since we lived out of town). Also always a loud, aggressive lecture that taught me nothing.
In different ways. I would get spanked sometimes by my mom or hit with a belt. My dad didn’t hit me. He would yell, slam something or break something and I would flinch. Sometimes they would take away my sega. 😂 Other than that I had a pretty nice childhood lol.
Depends on the age, when I was little they spanked me with a leather belt but as I got older it was more yelling, grounding, and taking away things like my bedroom door or books to read.
Dad had a 1×2 that he used. We had to stand at the hearth and touch our nose to the wall. We didn’t know when it was coming and it hurt.
Told me I could be anything I wanted in life, knowing it was a complete lie.
slap across the face that got more powerful as I grew up
Pinching, caning, being grounded, being told on to my dad a combination of all those.
Copying pages of the dictionary when I was learning to read and write.
Making me stay in my room – I was a chatter/people person & it was the worst thing that could be done to me! I apparently even asked my mum if she could smack me instead in front of staff in a shop.
Screaming,
Threats,
More Screaming,
A few slurs,
Once locked outside in rain for a few hours,
Once had a wooden Spoon thrown at me(don’t know if intentional),
Minor cases of physical violence(grabbing me by my cheeks in this painful way, that locks the victim in place, preventing them from moving, terrifying not recommended)
More Screaming,
More cases of minor physical violence, thrown against walls, etc.
And you guessed it, More Screaming.
Said I was pos and hit me with branches and belts and repeat how I was a pos again
Mom Yelling and my father a slap in the face and I’m so grateful for all the slaps he gave me when I see those spoiled “adults”
Spankings, eating soap when I was disrespectful, going to bed with out dinner because I didn’t want to eat was prepared, caught a backhand or two when I was disrespectful when I was older and soap wasnt cutting it.
Slapping, spanking, yelling, kicking. Funny thing is don’t remember being grounded….ever.
Never physical punishment, but my mom knew every single thing I loved and removed access to them, along with silent treatment
I was a child that was punished by being left alone with nothing to do literally, days on end only staring at the walls or the ceiling, nothing to do, nothing to play, no one to talk to, just existing in a solo prison cell that was my room
I’m 32 now, and that feeling still haunts me, it teached me nothing but hatred
Spanking with a belt and being grounded for a week. Or just yelling so loud dads face would turn red and veins bulge out and sometimes neighbors would ask if everything is okay the next day lol
Silence.
Kneeling on sandpaper on a hardwood floor while saying the rosary. My mother favored a 2×2 wooden hardwood stick or a rhinestone studded belt.
They didn’t. Can only think of one occassion when I was 17. Told me I had to have at least a 1/4 tank of gas in the car at all times. Said I couldn’t use it for a day. I was miffed, but made sure there was gas in the car after that day.
My mom never hit me but she used to lock away my snes/psx/gamexube controllers lol, it was so boring.
Yelling, silent treatment, grounding, slaps and sometimes punches on the back,
They took my bedroom door. And also put soap in my mouth if I talked back. We had a timeout chair that faced the wall. I got hit only once that I remember. I don’t know what I did. But I remember everything I said that got soap in my mouth, and every time my door was taken. Those were much more effective than hitting.
Standing in the corner of the room and lookinga the wall or taking away the cable of my computer
No punishment
Physically hit then due to guilt I guess it transitioned to verbal abuse. Lectures about milking cows and how that was related to doing the dishes. I only felt worthy of their love when I kept things clean
They really never did. Me and my siblings were monsters as kids. They were too busy getting high.
Grounded
My mum used to get physical when I was younger but then one day when I was 12 or so I grabbed her arm pinned her up against the wall and shouted “no!”. She was a little under 5 foot tall so yeah, I just decided that wasn’t for me anymore. Probably scared the crap out of her but in my defence my mum was pretty abusive
Another week in the poncho.
Sent to my room. Usually for fighting with my sister. I was a good kid so I didn’t get punished often.
Silent treatment and taking my door 🚪 off the hinges
Punished me in ways that would violate the Geneva Conventions.
Screeching at the top of my mom’s lungs or the belt from my dad. No in between unless we were in public than my dad would leave me behind (at home or even at the store a couple of times) or my mom would yell just not as loud.
We had to write, sometimes 500 times, I will not do ‘so and so’ but the sentences could be quite long. Tried holding a couple of pencils at one time. Tried writing one word on each line all the way down. Still very boring and usually ended with a hand cramp.
My dad would hit me a lot. He also insulted me but that wasn’t “punishment,” it was just him not liking me. My mom slapped me twice and sent me to my room. Overall I liked my mom a lot better.
My dad was a big fan of projectiles. Mugs, pens, spoons, all kinds of shit. Chucked the fuckin recliner at me one time. Good times.
We are best friends now to clarify 💀
Usually mom used to shout at me, sometimes a little beating with hand (not much). Dad didn’t shout at all, but I remember he once slept me (dad being a quiet person I must had done something serious). So not much violence.
My parents were old school so usually had to sit in a fire ant bed for the afternoon. Tell ya what though, I’ll always put the toilet paper roll facing out now!
“Get outside!”, or a hand or belt spanking, a talking to, extra chores(already had many daily chores), “groundings”, and inability to have freedoms like phone usage, or friends over etc.
To be completely honest, while they were both violent alcoholics, what ended up being the REAL traumatizer was the fuckin neglect.
Belt , throwing things, punches , slapping , hiding my joystick or phone
My Dad used his belt and my mom used a fly Swatter. I think they’re both considered abusive by today’s standards.
Mostly they couldnt. Id get a bad score on a test and go home, try to play games. “No, you cant play games because you got a bad score on your test”. Try to watch tv “no, you cant so that either”. Ask to go see my friends “nope, not that either”. Sit down and read a book, stare directly at my parents “are you going to stop me from reading?”
I was an awful child, lol
Belt, telephone cord, metal hanger, open hand, large metal spoon, not allowed to play outside.
My dad had wooden paddles. He had them hanging all over the house and even one outside as a warning. He’d give us 2 or 3 good hard hits for discipline.
My daughter has never been hit or spanked, and she is 7. She never will nor will her soon to be born little sister.
Be told “do what you want, I don’t care”. That was NEVER the case. If I fell for this it was physical hell to pay. Over the years some of my favorites were months on end of being grounded (once grounded to the bathroom) and when I got used to all that-locked out of the house, kneeling on raw rice, made to eat ALL of a nasty food if I made a face, face slapping, 1000’s of sentences which left a massive bump on my middle finger still there to this day, but mostly I got the belt
Idk. I guess they would have grounded me. But, I have no memory of that actually happening. I think they grounded my sister once though. But, my parents gentle parented before that was a thing. My oldest sibling is 41. No spankings. Just usually a talking to and at most a firm “cut it out” or a “wait until i tell your father” who like… the least scary guy on earth, lol. But mainly we behaved because we were taught young how to behave through gentle parenting. Hey yall, it works. And zero trauma! The worst thing any of us did as teens was my sister becoming sexually active at 16. We didn’t party or do drugs.
Mother: would slap me, yell at me, make me stand against a wall and hold my ears and do squats (cultural thing),
Problem? Never once was anything I did a bad thing.
Once it was because I ate meat that I wasnt supposed to. She didnt explain that I wasnt supposed to.
Another time its because I got in trouble at school, except i was simply accused of doing something that I didnt do, and then punished for that thing I didnt do.
She punished me first for doing that thing, and then when I told her it wasnt me she got mad and said I wouldve stood up for myself if it wasnt me
She also blamed me for getting assaulted by an old man at 7 years old because “you should have gotten away”. So I simply dont even trust her judgement.
Father: would throw things, grab my hair, but not often
The one time I remember is when he left my baby sister on top of the kitchen table and told me to watch her.
I was like, 9 years old.
She fell, I tried to catch her. He got furious and threw a glass over my head, dragged me around by my hair.
Theyll claim they dont remember any of this, by the way.
Yelling, sending me to my room, sometimes privileges taken away… You know, normal stuff.
Everyone wants to know what their parents did to punish them, but nobody asks why they were punished?
I think it would be much more interesting to find out what horrible things we did as children that resorted in our parents acting out violently. A better question is “What was the worst punishment you received as a child, and what did you do to get punished so badly?”
Good ol fashioned beatings
Mom was a spanking with the hand, ruler, spoon, grounding, toys taken away. Dad never said a word and mostly let my mom take care of it but if he stepped in, it was a hand so hard across the face you were air born and hit the ground. Never knowing what you did wrong. Groundings could be excessive. More than once I was grounded for summer. So, school was out but I wasn’t. That was a bummer. I never got in trouble at school and had all A’s and B’s. I don’t think I was a bad kid. Never got into a single fight.
So I absolutely refuse to hit my daughter. As a parent, it pains me to think of someone so big beating on someone so small. Someone who is so defenseless against you who only loves you and looks for your guidance. I don’t begrudge my parents and I don’t hold it against them. They took great care of me, they never drank and I only got it when I “did something.” Much of the time though, I just had no idea what I did was wrong. It was “the times” I guess.
I talk to my daughter, she might not understand the reasoning I am giving her for why I asked her not to push things in an electrical socket but if I keep going, she will eventually. I’ll pull her aside if she’s in danger obviously in an emergency but even if I have to do that. I tell her I am sorry for startling her but what she was doing is dangerous.
She does things, she breaks stuff but she is 3, she’s just being a kid. There’s no reason to be angry and she doesn’t need to be punished for that. I still can’t wrap my head around it. I broke a lamp when I was younger, we were playing and it was a complete accident. I didn’t mean to. I was sorry I did it, but I still got beat and grounded. I know my parents were poor and getting a new lamp was a big deal when we were always late on rent but…
Guess I did learn something. We were beat, my parents were beat, my grandparents were beat and I’m stopping that cycle right here. It’s not the way.
Whoopings with thick leather belts, switches I had to pick myself, and heavy hands. Sometimes I couldn’t go outside or watch tv in my room. My mom would also ignore me and sometimes force everyone else in the house to ignore me.
Oh boy. Skipping this memory lane…
By being my parents
Belt, extension cord, switch, stand in corner with hands up, running laps, house shoes, “the look”…….lawd, it was wild back then.
-Gen X
Sent to my room. This was pre electronics. 80’s.
Mostly my folks believed in talking shit out. Not bad for them being silent gen.
Smacks, pinnings, “Put in the corner”, lots and lots of groundings(weeks often, months sometimes). Siblings including myself have paired names with one sound/letter difference. Someone would do something and get caught, parent would say the wrong name to the other and an undeserved punishment would follow, they never rectified and would push us more if we argued for our innocence. All of us dont talk to our “paired” sibling and this probably is the reason.
Belt
Some asshole in this thread reported me for threats of violence because I answered the question ABOUT MYSELF.
Ireland…. (All together) Wooden Spoon.
All these people with time outs had it way too easy growing up
My mom slippers
My dad seize things that make me happy
We had a weeping willow in our front yard. “Go get a switch from the tree.” Weeping willow branches feel like a fucking whip and will draw blood if you are hit hard enough.
I got whipped with a metal clothes hanger.
Spankings, mainly. As I got older things would be taken away like my TV or my time on the computer (I once lost both for a whole week and it was brutal to my young self). I never quite learned my lesson because no one ever discussed with me why what I was doing was bad. I’d lie a lot. Mainly about things I didn’t like doing such as brushing my teeth or taking my medication. It just taught me how to lie better in all honesty.
Hand, belt, and shoe spanking. Some yelling. And grounding to my room with no access to electronics or going out. Grew up with a Jehovah’s Witness mother, and Vietnam veteran dad that was not a witness. Loved my dad growing up (who has now passed) but it was hard to love my mom. We’re in good terms now, but never forget.
My parents would slap me and I remeber this one time when my mother made me eat my own vomit after I threw up her home cooked food ( well I think it was home cooked? Idk but either way I wish I was lying) – she doesn’t do this anymore tho (this happened when I was really young so the memory is kinda vague) but I swear it did happen
Both of my parents were colonels in the military. Dad Marines and mom was the Air Force. So I would get a hell of a dressing down if I messed up.
If I wasn’t literally getting my ass whooped as a kid I was grounded and doing pushups and chores all day.
When I got older the ‘spanking spoon’ went away and it became mental punishments like hiding video game consoles, restricting friend time, no dating, and fines.
The fines were when we were working or deducted from our allowance. They saved that money for our graduation by I wish I had it in the moment, lol.