ITT Weird ways your parents punished you as kids
My dad took the biggest rankest shits and as a punishment he would make us sit in the bathroom while he took a dump. I still have nightmares to this day
one time I was crying about something when I was probably 7 and my step dad made me run up and down the street until I stopped crying. it's weird and probably why I am aggressive and feel like I have to exercise when i'm upset about something
The worst I eve got was a belt. A corde once.
But I had a neighbor who would fill a frying pan with raw beans and make them kneel on it. I guess it had something to do with putting your body weight on the hard odly shaped beans plus that sensitive area between te kneecap and shin. I think they were in a cult or some shit. There was a lot of weird shit.
Spoon full of sambal when i sad a bad word.
my mother would make me go out and search a stick. it wasnt strong enough, she made me go back to search another one.
whe she got her stick that i went searching, and choosing a good size; she would whoop my ass with it
made me stand with arms up on wall for hour to three hours for the tiniest shit
if i squatted like in the middle of the pic she'd hit me or add time
One time my dad locked me outside wearing just a robe (naked underneath) and I ran a mile through the park to my friends house and planned to run away with her but I had to run back home because she pussied out. Then a neighbor found me crying in a bush naked with only a robe on and gave me clothes
Probably all you have to do is go to their weird little church. I went once. I didn't have an entrance, you had to enter the building next to it, which was some sort of office that never seemed to have anyone in it, there was a little passage way in te back that connected them. There was a trail of money from the passage to te pews. I'm like 90% sure there was incest going on in the family.
Grandmother used to cut my hand with her pocket knife then rub salt and vodka all over it. Small healable cuts though. It was still fucked up considering she was in good with coke and meth dealers.
Do your shits remind you of your dad's shits?
>My dad took the biggest rankest shits and as a punishment he would make us sit in the bathroom while he took a dump. I still have nightmares to this day
Top fucking kek, you dad is a legend
My father once got really pissed off about something (he escalated easily) so he randomly said we'll drive to mcdonalds. He drove me into a forest instead and I was sure he'd kill me that day. He just walked it off instead, apparently. I've had lots of such experiences though
My dad would force me to kneel down in front of him every night so he could pop zits on my face and back.I had moderate acne and he would flip out if I refused. I hated it. This happened almost nightly between the ages of 13-18.
once he hid my cats litterbox for a day and locked them in his room with food and water when he found out he skipped school to fuck his girlfreind. walked into his room to see the cat taking the biggest liquid shit on his laptop keyboard
>all the russian nightclubs in vegas
you could have had everything.
instead you fucked up your deception with these provably false details.
sucks to be you.
maybe try to be more clever next time.
it was a good start.
but you just didn't think of the imperfections that would reveal the untruthfulness of your premonitions.
Not my parents, but my friend's parents where super southern Christan religious and didn't trust outsiders very well.
Every time I went over to play at his house; And If something went missing or broken, I would get blamed for it and got spanked by a wooden spoon...even if I had nothing to do with it. It really didn't hurt compared to my mom's spankings, but I thought it was weird that they didn't trust anyone.
I kek'd a little, when I heard that his dad shot himself in the head four hears ago.
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grab my hair and Knee me in the face,chase me with a steak knife (multiple times), kick me out of the house for days when I was 12, threaten to give me up for adoption countless times. I'm surprised I'm not a more angry person than I am
I don't recall it ever happening but it must have, I see anyone hitting their child in public I get extremely angry, I usually walk up and start to scream at them with no warning, I've had to flee a bus or two and have been removed from places by security once or twice too. I think the worst one was I ran into a mother repeatedly slapping their son and I started beating her up. She didn't see me because I came from behind, only that kid knows what I look like. Anyway I dunno why I get like this but it's probably something I'm blocking out. Pic is about how reasonable I probably look when this shit happens. Thankfully it's not a very common sight these days.
It wasn't punishment, but my dad would give me Indian rug burns, curl my fingers up and pinch an pull on them, hit me so hard with a pillow that I couldn't see straight just to make me cry so he could laugh at me.
I was punished physically. Mainly by my father. And it was for the most stupid shit ever. Like, the things I did holy shit. And guess what I never did them again because I knew I'd get spanked again. It wasn't even a hard spanking, just enough to soften up my ass and leave it a bit sore for half an hour.
But he worked long days and couldn't always be home. My mother physically abused me. And drank. And abused. Drank more and abused psychologically. For no reason at all. It just left me scarred and emotionally dysfunctional.
My father's spankings, a form of PUNISHMENT, taught me to not do stupid shit and respect people and their things.
My mother's beatings, a form of ABUSE, broke me permanently.
There's a clear fucking difference what's punishment and what's abuse. The first one doesn't leave scars, physical or mental, bruises and fuck up your social ability for life.
I really hope I just got b8d and those comments weren't serious. I really do.
My mom would make me wear the same clothes for however long I was grounded for, except for underwear and if I was grounded for more than a week, I'd get a change of clothes once a week. The point was to embarrass me in front of all my friends at school by making me smell bad
Would make take a shower or hose me down and make me stand in front of the living room window with one of those big box fans blowing right to my back. Jokes on them that one spot on the carpet eventually got fucking mildew. Dumb faggots.
Growing up, I lived with my grandmother. Not hit a single time by her. Not one beating. Uhh I fucked up, she was evolved enough to talk about it and probably ground me. My brothers lived with my mom. They fucked up a lot. The got disciplined a lot. They're both in prison. I work in a hospital and don't even have a parking ticket.
Just offering up more evidence.
My mom for her own trollish enjoyment whenever I acted up. Always did fucked up shit to me. Like once when I was 8, She knew I was afraid of Clowns cause of Stephen King's IT I had watched. I was in my bed sleep and she woke me up with a damn clown mask on her face and I screamed like a bitch.
Another time was when I was acting up over not being able to go outside and she tied me up with the belts and tape and watched me hop around the house crying in my underwear as a punishment.
These situations has scared me for life. But I learned to never fuck with my mom. She was my biggest troll as a kid.
I've waited so god damn long to use this
oh man atleast this is b8
Ever seen a really wound-up steel cable snap? That shit can cut a person in half. Or piano strings.
It's sort of like that except on a more gentle level. Don't try it, it hurts like hell because the pressure of impact is applied to a small radius
Old school father used a belt. Been hit a couple times to and slapped. I honestly think it was faur though i hadnt developed the thought processes needed to understand a lot but i needed to know it was wrong.
I feel sorry for this faggot's dad.
My mom use to make us clean the house. But like this was during summer vacation. So it was like she would go off to work in the morning, scream her "IF THIS HOUSE ISNT CLEAN WHEN I GET HOME YOU'RE GONNA GET IT" to me and my sister.
>mfw it was a way to have a clean house and avoid paying a babysitter all summer.
well played mom
Yeah probably they were assholes though my mom suffered from a nervous breakdown after I was born and she never really recovered and my dad why just an asshole in a lot of ways. Haven't said a word to either of them in like four years.
annoy comments like "why didn't you finish that job?" "when are you going to finish it?" (when it was already done above anyone's reasonable standards.
would get made when id ask a question abut how something should be done with the examplanation it should have been obvious (it never really was, not to just a kid)
loud yelling, door slamming, mean looks.
always for no real mistakes.
it really kept me on edge. I'm still on edge actually. I am totally surprised when I do a job or work on somthing and someone doesn't get upset over it.
>Father never laid a hand on me
>Mother would pinch my penis really hard as punishment. Couple of times it bled.
She died years ago - Wish I could ask her WTF her problem was. I'm a parent now and would never do that shit.
lol my grandpa used to punish me similarily.
made me stand in front of the toilet for hours straight.
without sitting or lying.
he went to take a piss ever 30min. or so and took the craziest dumps.
i always imagine kids who were beat, go on to beat their elderly parents and smugly suggest that this is what you taught me to do with people who couldn't figure things out and can't fight back.
does this justice happen?
When I was a kid I got used to beatings to the point that they didn't phase me anymore so my dad would beat my mom when he was pissed at me because he knew that would still get to me.
Then one day he collapsed from a heart attack and begged me to call 911. I just watched him die. We didn't even give him a funeral, which in hindsight is a shame because I now I don't know where he's buried and I'd really like to piss on his grave.
Pretty mixed but I notice what comes out of my mouth sounds a lot like I'm talking to a black woman even if it isn't. It's like "DOES HE EVEN KNOW THE FATHER YOU LITTLE WHORE? HUH? HUH?" and stuff like that, it just goes on and on with accusations of drug use and molestation. I don't understand it because my parents are nice hippies who told me why I shouldn't do things, like how close we were to being too poor to have our house, my own conscience and fears made me a very well-behaved kid. All I can recall is my mother would occasionally slap me if I was being unbearable and I didn't really mind it that much, she always got upset with herself for doing it too. They did drink a lot but they always seemed happy, only thing they ever did wrong was leave me alone too much.
I wish I could remember what this is actually caused by, I must have seen something terrible when I was little because the anger is not at all reasonable. I can't carry anything besides pepper spray because my hand goes straight for it.
ITT: Responsible parents who spank their children.
knew it would really hurt would be the simplest explanation.. or she had a problem with penises/males and took it out on you.
Back in the days of tape decks, I would have to listen to the Alphabet for hours. Beatings were regular, sometimes right off the school bus pants pulled down and everything. Groundings for weeks at a time, all I could do was read. My friends say it's no wonder I am the way I am. Not that bad tho.
Lost my virginity to my stepdad, and no it wasn't hot or sexy before you crazy faggots ask, it was fucking horrible and terrifying and I thought he had did something to me inside because it hurt and bled a fuck-ton so afterwards I thought I was literally going to die. Fun times.
I would have to take a tablespoon of hotsauce
One time my mother was making me drink a spoon full of hot sauce but she bumped her elbow and accidentally flung it into my eye. I cried for an hour. When I was better she still made me drink another spoonfull. WTF?
It's way better than that. They sell them off to "nursing homes" that are really a front for brothels that cater to perverts who like 'em old. They spend their twilight years getting dicked every day and kept alive with table scraps and dishwater.
When I would fuck up my parents would take all of my clothes out of my room while I was at school and make me wear the exact same outfit for two weeks.
They outsourced their punishment to my classmates who would denigrate and insult me by day 4 for being the faggot who never changed his clothes.
It was genius, really. They internalized my suffering so there were no messy bruises which would arouse the spectre of child services.