Were you hit as a child? How did it make you feel.?

Question

A simple, non scientific survey....

Were you hit as a child?

If your answer is yes, please think back on it. How did it make you feel?

Please tell us as honestly as you can.

Answer 1

Yes, I was spanked a few times as a young child.

I was not slugged, assaulted, or left with broken bones or a broken spirit.

But, it did straighten my little butt right on out.

The proper fear and respect I acquired carried me through and helped me avoid tons of problems the "time out" kids had as we got older.

And, the "time out" kids got away with disrespect of their parents I would (even to this day) have never dreamed of.

Spare the rod and spoil the child I say.

Answer 2

Like Gary99 said, I was spanked as a young child so I would not end up in jail, on drugs, or a total embarrassment to my family when I got older.

How did it make me feel?

I am GRATEFUL that my LOVING parents had enough good SENSE to discipline me to the proper degree, which included spanking as appropriate along with other forms of punishment, depending on the circumstance.

I was not physically or emotionally hurt. I thank them.

Answer 3

Yes ... I was spanked when I did something wrong ... I usually knew it was coming ... it made me feel guilty - and upset that my parents were disappointed at me - and I took so far I deserved to be hit ... taught me not to do it again in the future though - or at least don't get caught ... so in long run ... I'm glad my parents had some type of discipline ... it teaches consequences ... !

Answer 4

Yes.

I don't know if there's any correlation, but I have low self-esteem, have never felt loved and am very much a people pleaser.

There have to be better ways to discipline.

I used time out and grounding a lot when my children were growing up.

Answer 5

spanked yeah. once, really horribly when I was about 8 or 9yrs. Actually, i thought that my parents were 'inept' at punishment and that there was a better way. I thought my parents were hypocrits because they said 'hitting was bad'. and of course I resented how they handled the situation altogether and I thought that I would be a better parent than they were. and i am! :D

Answer 6

Once I got a severe beating for not saying good night to my step dad. I was shout after on a regular basis for nothing I did wrong.
It was just my step dad hating me for his wrong doings. I wanted it to stop i felt that no one cared about me , not a hug or the words i luv U was said.
It makes me feel terrible being punish for nothing at all.

Answer 7

Yes I was... Not on a regular basis, no daily physical abuse but I do remember my Dad breaking my sternum when I was 7 for not doing the dishes.

How did it make me feel?... Like crap of course. I felt un loved, worthless, like a fu*ck up, like I wasn't good enough. But as I got older I realised the problem wasn't with me, it was with him.

Answer 8

I got smacked in the face a few times. Along with a guilt trip it made me feel bad, not angry.

My husband was beaten senseless all the time growing up. He's very manly except around his dad, then he's a whimpering, cowering nervous wreck.

Answer 9

Yes! Sometimes even for laughing too much at the supper table.
It made me feel embarrassed, physically abused, humiliated, and I couldn't understand why so much of the time.

One parent, not my father, used physical force way too much of the time.

Answer 10

I was hit. A lot. Not "spanked", beaten. Not just with my dad's bare hands, mind you, or his belt, but nearly anything and everything he could get his hands on: rulers, extension cords, TV antennas, switches from trees, shoes, loose boards lying around, whatever, whenever.

This happened more or less every *day*, often two or three times a day, between the ages of roughly seven to ten with me (I was away from my parents, in a hospital ward for emotionally disturbed boys, from four to seven, mainly because the stuff before the age of seven, things were *worse*). And there was no reason, aside from "Being ignorant" (hello? Kids *are* ignorant, that just means they *don't know better* and need to be taught....). Or being *inconvenient*.

It made me terrified to go home after school. It made me scared of people for a long time. It made me hate men *on principle* for a long time.

Main thing was...It just felt like *this was life*, that this was what normal reality was about, the Strong always crushing the life out of the Weak as they best see fit to. That is the main thing I felt early on was *crushed*, like nowhere was safe, like life itself was out to crush me flat like a bug after being stepped on. That nobody was to be trusted, and that everybody was a threat.

And that it just didn't matter how smart or good you were, you would get crushed.

Needless to say, I needed something to hang on to. I didn't have hope, so I started *hating people*. I didn't stop until I was 19 or so and realized that I was probably going to end up killing someone and wind up in prison if I didn't stop.

And now....bleh, it seems I am back to square one, in spite of working on myself, getting the education, the therapy, bad jobs after good ones, bad meds after good ones....it seems like now that I am 40 and that my struggle since the age of ten has meant NOTHING that yeah....

Crushed. That people hate me, that *LIFE ITSELF* hates me, and that really, people "say" they don't want me dead, but what they really mean is, they don't want to *bury* my carcass, but if I make it *convenient* for them by crawling off into the gutter, they won't mind none.

..... .....

But yeah, this is what happens when you live in fear and terror for your life all your life. This is what happens when you get beat down for just cause, any cause, and then in the end *no* cause. This is what happens when one of your *first* memories in life is that of your own *mother* holding you at arm's length because she thinks you're too ugly for words....

This is what happens when humans get No Good Touch. We don't die like Rhesus Monkeys do when so deprived, but we do die *inside* and slowly go mad. Assuming all the parts needed for Sanity are there in the first place.

Seriously....some days, folks wonder why I don't consider myself human or of this world. This is why...because the beings that *spawned me* didn't know how to be human to me, had no clue how to genuinely show any kindness to me.

Thanks for your time....sorry to go on so. I hope this helps.