Jan 5, 2016

Be grateful you got a little smacked. Kids nowadays are protected by all sorts of laws and agencies.

 

Jan 5, 2016

My old dog once checked my modded controller up before a game battles game.

Wanted to feed that prick chocolate for days

 

Jan 5, 2016

My mom touched me with a boiling hot spoon once

 

Jan 5, 2016

should of f----- her up for real

 

Jan 5, 2016

My Dad was playfully throwing blocks at me one time when I was sitting in front of the tv playing video games as a kid. He was having them hit the ground around me to try and spook me/break my focus so I eventually just picked one up still focused on the game and chucked it back over my shoulder without looking (lost in the game still) and I heard him go "UGH!" like some cartoon s---. I hit him right in the eye.
That's one thing that kept me FROM getting a beating one time cus my Mom was so pissed at him that day she gave me "lil bad a---/get out of jail free once" pass for getting revenge for her lmao.

 

Jan 5, 2016

My mom closed the car door on my hand by accident

 

Jan 5, 2016

"I'm good. I'm STILL winning!"
I never got hands or anything from my parents, but my grandmother (dad's mom) would threaten and follow through with beathing us with numerous objects. Legendary disciplinary incidents involving a wooden spoon or a fly-swatter. The fly-swatter was gross because she would only take head shots and only god knows what was on the swatter.

My pops has some incredible stories of beatings he and his siblings caught from my grandmother and grandfather. I'm about to write an @ODB style essay about my grandfather throwing my uncle through a closet door. Stay tuned.

 

Jan 5, 2016

My Dad was never the disciplinarian type cus he got his a--- beat FOR REAL as a kid I'm talking choking the s--- out of him, baseball swing 4x4 shots to the chest and s--- he never wanted to put his hands on his kids. I lowkey feel the same way for in the future when I have my own.

My Mom wasnt afraid to even just at least chase the s--- out of her kids until she had 3 and we all got older. She got wore down lmao.

My parents weren't too harsh though mostly cus when I by the time I was 2 I had broken 2 bones (collarbone & femur) by just being a curious dumb kid and the CPS was coming around. Really shook my parents up. I was the first born so it kinda deterred them from being to rough with my bro & sis when they eventually came along later down the line.
However if you pushed it too far my Mom wielded that wooden spoon like a samurai with his sword lol.

 

Jan 5, 2016

My dad was abusive as f---. Punches, kicks, stabbing, choking, throwing glass objects, etc.
Going to school with a black eye and having to tell my teachers it looked worse than it really was

 

Jan 5, 2016

Absolutely, I don't really condone violence in any setting unless it's brought upon me so I'll never advocate for it but I will say I see kids all the time who could use one lmao. I think with my parents they never hit us out of desire to discipline, my parents were always very soft hearted in general, I just think it was the frustration and stress finally boiling over and b--- there comes the wooden spoon lmao. Pop us a few times for a simmer down shot and if it didn't work it was go to your room and take all your cords to the TV, playstation, etc lolI imagine that's how it is for a lot of parents.

Also, thanks fam I appreciate that.

 

Jan 5, 2016

belts, hands, spatulas etc.

been there sooooooooooo many times as a little s--- child

 

Jan 5, 2016

Let Me Tell You A Story From My Past:

So as a kid, maybe only 6 or 7 at this point, we werent allowed to have food upstairs at all cause of bugs or some s---. My sisters and I knew that if this rule wasnt followed, the unyeilding wrath of dads leather belt would come down and beat your little punk a--- like Games goons on Stitches. Seeing as I was the youngest, I was the victim of constant fuckery. So, one day my sister planted an entire loaf of bread under pillow, and went and snitched on my a---. idk who the f--- straight munches on loaves of white bread (like how the f--- you gonna believe that dad) but im grown now, im not bitter. My dad comes in so pissed as if i was enough of a little s--- to try some dumb fuckery like that. Hells fury itself came down on my 7 year old a--- that night and my sister was just dying in her room, little b----. Moral of the story: you cant trust nobody out here not even blood.

 

Jan 5, 2016

I only remember my dad slapping me once on my arm or something cause my sister and I were fighting early in the morning

My mom would slap me sometimes when I was little but as I grew taller she instead decided to throw stuff (mugs, plates, butterknives) at me. She's a woman tho so she missed every time

 

Jan 5, 2016

I was never beaten as a child and as a result, i'm now a grown man that sometimes gets a little upset and sad about some of the posts I read on this site

 

Jan 5, 2016

When I was little and behaved badly my mom used to pull on my ears. It was a habit of her, because I have older sister and my mother used to pull on her ponytails. I didn't have ponytails since I'm a male so instead she decided to pull on my ears. I didn't have a bad time as a kid. It happened only few times. My father slapped me like twice in my lifetime and he was hesitant to do so.

 

Jan 5, 2016

d--- so a variety of backgrounds here.
Good s---
So here's the mexicanl life style I grew up in.
First of all. My mom would snap randomly and go ape s--- on us man she had no mercy on us. Imma rank her weapons.

#1. The Chancla aka sandle/shoes/boots
Classic weapon in the Mexican house hold s----s were every where especially att ayoung age when my brothers were in hs
My dad and mom would throw these knockoff crip adidas sandles at us for every f---ing litle thing.
B. I swear thy would ask us to bring them the sandles and if we took long or said no. They'd f---ing get up grab them e and chunk the s--- out of them at us like we were In a 5th grade dodgeball game.


#2 the salt shaker.
Bruh. This should be number 1 but it didn't happen as often.
So one time we were eating our usual beans rice plates whatever and I love ketchup so my brother was like yo eat that rice with ketchup it's good. We were like 10 and 12 so as the youngin I was I followed through. I was so grossed out and snitched. My mom had sat down by this time and sh grabbed the salt and threw that b---- like a 96 mph curveball word to Clayton Kershaw. My brother had a HUGE bump on his forehead, he coulda died that day idk how he didn't bleed.
The variety of saltshakers was real but I remember these specifically.


#3 the broom.
This was usually used when we managed to run away from my mom, my dad just used a belt , so once we started growing we were able to run from my mom and dodge her chancla curveballs so we'd hide in our closet or under beds.
Bruh. She would make sure she f----- us up. She get the broom and f---ing poke the s--- outa us like the Mario party mini game where your on the canoe trying to let them little flying n----s poke coins out of the other players.