In all seriousness, though, my parents used to spank my butt everytime I did something wrong, but they stopped after awhile because it didn't work. I would cry about how evil my parents were, and then go back to doing whatever it was wrong that I was doing before. When I was four, I never made the connection that "don't do what mom and dad want = spanking". My perception was just that every once in awhile, dad got spanky and it hurt.
After that, they took to depriving me of food or other things, which made more sense to me. "Do what mom and dad want = get to eat dinner" clicked very easily with me.
Not that I think spanking is wrong. As long as it's not abusive or excessive.
But anyway, my point is that I was a pretty dumb kid.
As someone who used to get beat and locked in my room for a week at a time, I don't find this particularly amusing.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
It seems that page was just made for amusement but being we used to get hit with the belt whenever we did something remotley bad i don't find it too funny.
I dunno, I got some good smackings when I was younger, I think as long as the parents aren't abusive of their authority that it's a perfectly acceptable practice.
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i was such a stupid kid..my parents told me to stay away form this stray cat in my neighbourhood..so obviously , being uber stupid i went up to it and tried to pick it up, it scratched the hell out of me and bit me..and i had to get a tetanus cause it had diseases...my parents didnt need to spank me, i`d gotten mine
There's such a fine line when it comes to this kind of stuff. You can't just say "hit your kids and they'll obey you", or "don't be abusive and spank your children". It all depends on the kid and the parent. I used to get a good spanking when I did something wrong, but it's not like I had welts or anything. People just get carried away too easily. If it's done well though, and of course you don't get your ass arrested.
In my opinion, this is not acceptable. If not because of the morals of the whole thing, its how your kid will grow up to have some... colorful sexual urges.
Unless, you think thats something to be proud of. Don't do it.
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Please. There's a difference between slapping a kid and physical abuse. I don't get why it's such a big deal. Kids have to be disciplined, and a spanking works fine - as will a "time out" or a grounding or whatever. I strongly doubt this makes them grow up to be avid S&Mers.
One-Eye wrote:Please. There's a difference between slapping a kid and physical abuse. I don't get why it's such a big deal. Kids have to be disciplined, and a spanking works fine - as will a "time out" or a grounding or whatever. I strongly doubt this makes them grow up to be avid S&Mers.
I'm pretty freaked out that some people think slapping a kid will lead to permanent damage. Fuck, I've got plenty of psychological damage from other punishments I received as a kid, but never from getting <i>spanked</i>. It hurt. Ow. It's over. Big whoop.
Mom, in a rage, saying I was a horrible person and that I'd never amount to anything and she couldn't believe I was her daughter - <i>that</i> still hurts. Spankings? No residuals there. Jesus.
It's a child. Slapping a four year old upside the head for saying "I want a toy mommy" is absurd. What does that teach the kid? If the kid constantly does the same thing wrong repeatedly, then you ground the kid and take things away, but there's no reason to beat the shit out of him.
And yes, getting knocked around by your parents is pretty damaging. I have an immense hatred towards my mother because she would hit me for anything. I went to the bathroom at a library without letting her know about it first, and she freaks out. When we get home, she grabs a wooden cuttingboard, which is at least an inch thick, and hits me on the back with it repeatedly. Tell me how that isn't a problem. What was the lesson I was supposed to learn there? Tell me how that made me a better person. I'm dying to know.
And on top of that, in society, if I were to take a wooden cuttingboard and beating the shit out of you with it, Aerin, what would happen to me? I would go to jail for a long time and have my future fucked by probation and having my freedom restricted, and you're an adult. You're not a little child. But it's acceptable to slap a kid, but be thrown in jail for slapping a woman? Hah, that is what I like to call bullshit.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
