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Dad was in favour of keeping the belt action going but mom knew taking my “mow the lawn and pick up the dog poop” pocket money away was way more effective.
Constant pressure to have perfect grades. Anything less than an A+ was met with punishment. A+ was what was expected so no reward. My younger brother got pizza parties if he brought home B’s.
I’m old and my parents were old school.
I was considered “gifted” in school. My mother went to the trouble of getting me into a school in the nearby “fancier” district.
Well, I wasn’t as engaged as I could have been and I may have forged signatures on notes home.
My dad, told me that if I messed up in school again, I’d get a whooping every day for a week.
Not me but my mate Andrew, Andrew is Malyasian Chinese and he is first generation.
Andrew has ADHD for sure, smart bastard when he wants to be, but by god he cant sit stll and has restless leg syndrome,
So
His parents reguarly tied him with rope to the dining chairs to make him sit still and do his math homework for hours every week…
And I mean tied, like hes not getting out… hands are free to work but he aint moving…
Same scenario, except I got a B on the test. My mom had some mental health issues, and there were a few years where she had a real bad temper on top of everything else..
I remember my dad beating me with his belt. I was crying and he called my best friend’s house and asked for my friend. He held the phone out while I was crying and he continued to hit me saying, “Now your friend knows you’re a cry baby.” I was in 4th grade. I think about this regularly.
Wooden spoon or belt was for acting up in public or getting in trouble at school. Tons of yelling, of course, because the type of dad who beats his kids isn’t exactly going to have an even temper. And the occasional dog leash whipping for putting a dime sized dent in the 86 van.
Honestly I have kids (12f and 15m) and if someone treated them the way my dad treated my brothers and I, I’d have a hard time not killing them.
Quite a number of ways, but probably my least favorite was the chemical burn I suffered from having my mouth washed out with a bar of soap. Or the time my brother stole a can of chewing tobacco and we were forced to eat it.
My mom once took away my TV-privileges because, reasons I don’t remember, but the same day we had guests… So she asked me to watch TV with my brothers because they were bored.
Other than that I think she slapped me once.
Called me a whole lot of ugly words.
Still waiting for her to tell me she loved me.
But you know, I turned out fine anyway… If we disregard my chronic emotional distance to everyone. Which is an issue… Since I’m married with kids…
I don’t think this was the worst but it’s one that really stuck in my mind. I asked for a comic book before leaving the grocery store, dad says “no”. Asked again as we left the grocery store, Dad says “No and don’t ask again”. Didn’t ask but did bring it up again in the car, before the words fully left my mouth he was half way in the backseat smacking me over and over again, arms, legs, head, whatever was in reach. Then I started crying , which led to “you want something to cry about” which led to being hit harder. Mom tried calming him down, he stopped eventually. That might have been the first and last time I asked for something like that more than once. Few years later my cousin was trying to convince me to use this begging technique with him to convince his mom to buy us nerf guns. Couldn’t really commit to it and he got pissed at me but all I was thinking is how do you get away with that
Long story short, situation happened and the “punishment” my old man came up with was to publicly humiliate me in front of my friends and peers at school… 5 years in the future. 5 years went by, I was in high school and totally forgot about the whole thing. The day comes and not only did he remember, but made a giant production out it and really twisted the proverbial knife as deep as he could. Felt like my life was utterly ruined and I got relentlessly picked on for the whole thing for at least a year after.
Now for the fun part… In my early 30’s, the story comes up at this big event with friends/family and they all start asking if it’s actually true, with the tone like how bad could something really have been to punish a kid 5 years after the incident. He starts laughing hysterically and admitted he was never really that mad in the first place when the original incident took place. But since he “made a promise” he thought it would be “funny” to keep it. Needless to say, I haven’t seen or spoken to him in several years.
One time when I was thirteen, my dad was high on meth and choke slammed me on the kitchen table.
I was told to put the laundry away.. it was towels, towels go in the laundry room. To get to the laundry room I had to walk through the living room…. But I was told to not go into the living room. I said “ok”, but immediately got yelled at when walking to the laundry room. This was my punishment for being frustrated at instructions that made no sense.
My mom once smacked me for something a neighbor told her that my brother did, after we insisted that it was a friend of ours that did it.. which was true! We’re both still puzzled to this day as to why I was the one who got smacked in the head.
For context, the 4 of us were walking home from school through our neighborhood, and our friend picked up a newspaper and threw it towards this lady’s house, smashing the top of her fountain.
What is this “punishment” you speak of? I never got punished for anything ever. I got yelled at once when my dad found porn in the search history. I really hate my dad. He did not give a f about anything. Anything I did he just said well just don’t do that again.
Forcing me to spend time with them. It was like I was a hostage and my parents were trying to induce Stockholm syndrome. I don’t know what they were doing. Just some nonsense. I had my headphones on most of the time.
When I didn’t clean my room… I was locked out of it. Only allowed to go in for clothes and essentials at the start of the day. Only when I could consistently clean my room was I allowed to “use it” again.
Or if my room wasn’t put away correctly, everything would get swept into the floor. No regard for fragile things. And then I had to clean it all and put everything back perfectly.
I could make serious mistakes and they simply didn’t care. Let me go down a bad path with nobody to stop me and it took a long time to crawl out of it.
Mum was fine. Father would send us to our bedroom to stew for an hour. Then you would be told to pull your pants down and lie over the bed and would be belted repeatedly with a leather belt. Later on as an adolescent it became fists. Other friends got the jug cord. We also got forced to do hard labour and refused permission to go out.
Well, my parents would spank or worse, but my father also would go the emotional route. I recall once saying daddy doesn’t need a second ice cream because daddy has a big belly (I was like 5), and he just completely ignored me for the entire day. Pretended he couldn’t hear me. It wasn’t until I was crying to my mom why daddy doesn’t recognize my existence anymore that he said he was angry at me.
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Indifference.
For failing a science test? Jesus… I got the wooden spoon and/or belt for reasons where I actually deserved it
Dad was in favour of keeping the belt action going but mom knew taking my “mow the lawn and pick up the dog poop” pocket money away was way more effective.
Threatening to divorce ‘because of me.’
Looking back it’s sorta funny but it hit hard.
Constant pressure to have perfect grades. Anything less than an A+ was met with punishment. A+ was what was expected so no reward. My younger brother got pizza parties if he brought home B’s.
Wooden spoon for destroying a basement door with a mini basketball hoop. No regrets
Sweet Chin Music
Step mom drowned me in a sink full of dirty dish water because I missed a spot on a glass.
my parents punished me by never punishing me. i grew up thinking i was the king and could do no wrong.
Eat soap
My mother pretending she didn’t know me and walking away while I was crying when I was 5. The memory is burned into me.
I’m old and my parents were old school.
I was considered “gifted” in school. My mother went to the trouble of getting me into a school in the nearby “fancier” district.
Well, I wasn’t as engaged as I could have been and I may have forged signatures on notes home.
My dad, told me that if I messed up in school again, I’d get a whooping every day for a week.
Found out that he was a man of his word.
Not me but my mate Andrew, Andrew is Malyasian Chinese and he is first generation.
Andrew has ADHD for sure, smart bastard when he wants to be, but by god he cant sit stll and has restless leg syndrome,
So
His parents reguarly tied him with rope to the dining chairs to make him sit still and do his math homework for hours every week…
And I mean tied, like hes not getting out… hands are free to work but he aint moving…
Public humiliation
An aluminium duster handle across the back of the legs was pretty common occurrence. I’m not condoning it, but in hindsight, l was hard work.
Same scenario, except I got a B on the test. My mom had some mental health issues, and there were a few years where she had a real bad temper on top of everything else..
getting remarried after the death of one parent… then dying… and having the new person treat the lives of my parents like a garage sale.
I remember my dad beating me with his belt. I was crying and he called my best friend’s house and asked for my friend. He held the phone out while I was crying and he continued to hit me saying, “Now your friend knows you’re a cry baby.” I was in 4th grade. I think about this regularly.
I had to dig a hole with a shovel and until he told me to stop.
My father would smack me in the face or back of the head very hard. Too this day no one has ever hit me as hard as he used to.
I was sent to a foster home for a few weeks.
If you want to traumatise your kids and leave them with ever lasting self-worth issues this will work a treat.
Oh and the odd broomstick, belt, slipper, bible thrown at head etc etc.
Wooden spoon or belt was for acting up in public or getting in trouble at school. Tons of yelling, of course, because the type of dad who beats his kids isn’t exactly going to have an even temper. And the occasional dog leash whipping for putting a dime sized dent in the 86 van.
Honestly I have kids (12f and 15m) and if someone treated them the way my dad treated my brothers and I, I’d have a hard time not killing them.
Quite a number of ways, but probably my least favorite was the chemical burn I suffered from having my mouth washed out with a bar of soap. Or the time my brother stole a can of chewing tobacco and we were forced to eat it.
Lectures, sometimes as long as 4 hours. I’d take a beating any day.
My mom once took away my TV-privileges because, reasons I don’t remember, but the same day we had guests… So she asked me to watch TV with my brothers because they were bored.
Other than that I think she slapped me once.
Called me a whole lot of ugly words.
Still waiting for her to tell me she loved me.
But you know, I turned out fine anyway… If we disregard my chronic emotional distance to everyone. Which is an issue… Since I’m married with kids…
Trauma is fun, right!
Belt a few times. Which my brother never got. And I wasn’t even a “bad” kid.
My dad has zero patience for kids. Ironic for a guy who was briefly a school teacher.
The beatings I could handle. Raking my top teeth across a bar of soap was pretty goddamn awful ngl.
I don’t think this was the worst but it’s one that really stuck in my mind. I asked for a comic book before leaving the grocery store, dad says “no”. Asked again as we left the grocery store, Dad says “No and don’t ask again”. Didn’t ask but did bring it up again in the car, before the words fully left my mouth he was half way in the backseat smacking me over and over again, arms, legs, head, whatever was in reach. Then I started crying , which led to “you want something to cry about” which led to being hit harder. Mom tried calming him down, he stopped eventually. That might have been the first and last time I asked for something like that more than once. Few years later my cousin was trying to convince me to use this begging technique with him to convince his mom to buy us nerf guns. Couldn’t really commit to it and he got pissed at me but all I was thinking is how do you get away with that
Long story short, situation happened and the “punishment” my old man came up with was to publicly humiliate me in front of my friends and peers at school… 5 years in the future. 5 years went by, I was in high school and totally forgot about the whole thing. The day comes and not only did he remember, but made a giant production out it and really twisted the proverbial knife as deep as he could. Felt like my life was utterly ruined and I got relentlessly picked on for the whole thing for at least a year after.
Now for the fun part… In my early 30’s, the story comes up at this big event with friends/family and they all start asking if it’s actually true, with the tone like how bad could something really have been to punish a kid 5 years after the incident. He starts laughing hysterically and admitted he was never really that mad in the first place when the original incident took place. But since he “made a promise” he thought it would be “funny” to keep it. Needless to say, I haven’t seen or spoken to him in several years.
One time when I was thirteen, my dad was high on meth and choke slammed me on the kitchen table.
I was told to put the laundry away.. it was towels, towels go in the laundry room. To get to the laundry room I had to walk through the living room…. But I was told to not go into the living room. I said “ok”, but immediately got yelled at when walking to the laundry room. This was my punishment for being frustrated at instructions that made no sense.
Held a pair of meat shears on my foot, threatening to cut off my toes.
Guilt. It hurt, the look of disappointment, the look of “ I failed as a parent “. The “ I’m disappointed in you, you knew better “
Gaslighting. I was forced to live in their world and never learned to have my own voice until it was to late.
My mom once smacked me for something a neighbor told her that my brother did, after we insisted that it was a friend of ours that did it.. which was true! We’re both still puzzled to this day as to why I was the one who got smacked in the head.
For context, the 4 of us were walking home from school through our neighborhood, and our friend picked up a newspaper and threw it towards this lady’s house, smashing the top of her fountain.
What is this “punishment” you speak of? I never got punished for anything ever. I got yelled at once when my dad found porn in the search history. I really hate my dad. He did not give a f about anything. Anything I did he just said well just don’t do that again.
Forcing me to spend time with them. It was like I was a hostage and my parents were trying to induce Stockholm syndrome. I don’t know what they were doing. Just some nonsense. I had my headphones on most of the time.
When I didn’t clean my room… I was locked out of it. Only allowed to go in for clothes and essentials at the start of the day. Only when I could consistently clean my room was I allowed to “use it” again.
Or if my room wasn’t put away correctly, everything would get swept into the floor. No regard for fragile things. And then I had to clean it all and put everything back perfectly.
They didn’t. And that’s the worst part.
I could make serious mistakes and they simply didn’t care. Let me go down a bad path with nobody to stop me and it took a long time to crawl out of it.
Mum was fine. Father would send us to our bedroom to stew for an hour. Then you would be told to pull your pants down and lie over the bed and would be belted repeatedly with a leather belt. Later on as an adolescent it became fists. Other friends got the jug cord. We also got forced to do hard labour and refused permission to go out.
Well, my parents would spank or worse, but my father also would go the emotional route. I recall once saying daddy doesn’t need a second ice cream because daddy has a big belly (I was like 5), and he just completely ignored me for the entire day. Pretended he couldn’t hear me. It wasn’t until I was crying to my mom why daddy doesn’t recognize my existence anymore that he said he was angry at me.
Got my nose broke once.. for my mother it was what ever was handy. Sometimes a belt.. sometimes a fist.