Originally posted by Alexander's Horse
My parents didn't hit me very much because I was considered sensitive and intelligent, a child you could reason with
But I did get hit occasionally. Mum did most of the discipline. We had to work hard to get her to hit us but we did our best. We used to drive that poor woman to tears and laugh about it. Children can be very cruel. She'd be in the kitchen crying and we'd be at the dinner table throwing food and laughing at her. It was like being on drugs
My father was a very kind and gentle man but also very athletic and if he hit you, you stayed hit. He only hit us when he was enraged and then he'd really go to town - he'd break the rod or belt on your back and legs. It was terrifying, he couldn't stop. Today it would be called child abuse. Only happened once every year or so and always we really begged for it, drove the man to distraction first.
So I hold no grudge about it and nor do my brothers.
On that score, my brothers were a lot dumber than me and got a lot more beatings. I'd see a situation reaching boiling point and slide out of it. They'd just keep on going. It was almost like they couldn't stop till they'd been hit. I couldn't understand it.
My sisters got hit too but that was strictly Mum's job.
I have wonderful parents and I appreciate them more and more as I get older and realise how hard it is to raise my own. God bless them both.
My parents didn't hit me very much because I was considered sensitive and intelligent, a child you could reason with
But I did get hit occasionally. Mum did most of the discipline. We had to work hard to get her to hit us but we did our best. We used to drive that poor woman to tears and laugh about it. Children can be very cruel. She'd be in the kitchen crying and we'd be at the dinner table throwing food and laughing at her. It was like being on drugs
My father was a very kind and gentle man but also very athletic and if he hit you, you stayed hit. He only hit us when he was enraged and then he'd really go to town - he'd break the rod or belt on your back and legs. It was terrifying, he couldn't stop. Today it would be called child abuse. Only happened once every year or so and always we really begged for it, drove the man to distraction first.
So I hold no grudge about it and nor do my brothers.
On that score, my brothers were a lot dumber than me and got a lot more beatings. I'd see a situation reaching boiling point and slide out of it. They'd just keep on going. It was almost like they couldn't stop till they'd been hit. I couldn't understand it.
My sisters got hit too but that was strictly Mum's job.
I have wonderful parents and I appreciate them more and more as I get older and realise how hard it is to raise my own. God bless them both.
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