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Old 07-21-2010, 09:18 PM   #7315
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All this talk about spankings makes me want to share as well...though it's one of very few things that makes me uncomfortable to think about. The very fact that I thought it was normal and good behavior is the most unsettling part.

Unlike NA, I remember very clearly why I and my brothers received violent punishment. It always had to do with lying. It didn't matter what we did, what mattered was that we were truthful.

Quite a few things of mine were broken in the process, usually because they were thrown across the room at me and I dodged them. Can you imagine an electric razor being thrown at you? Ok, I'm sure she was aiming at the floor near me and gave me plenty of warning by hefting it slowly, but still, pretty scary when you hear the chunk noise it makes when it hits the carpet and breaks. That could have been your foot.

One time my mom was defrosting ground beef in the microwave and threw it at me. Then she made me clean up all the bits of meat in the carpet.

Most of my spankings were more like chasings and throwings. If you ran around the room enough mom would give up and not hit you. Dad never gave up.

I have a very strong memory of being spanked by my dad at the age of 4 until I peed my pants. My mom went for a walk to get away from the situation so my dad had to be the one to help me out of my cold, wet corduroy pants.

I did learn my lesson - don't get caught lying. Also - don't make dad mad. He'd get so mad at inanimate objects he'd break them. You'd come home and wonder what happened to the wooden stool in the bathroom. You know, the one I used to stand on to brush my teeth when I was tiny. Oh, dad was working on the pipes under the sink, got frustrated and threw the stool.

Yeah, I thought everyone was like this. There's a point where I detach from it and it makes me so sad, thinking about a child, any child, in this situation.

I'm well aware that these weren't punishments so much as they were my parents using us to blow off steam. It's horrifying.
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