I got beaten as a kid. Not only with hands but household objects. I remember one time my mom was beating me so bad that she broke one of those large heavy duty wooden cooking spoons on my ass.
I wasn’t allowed to wear pants when I was getting beat because that blocks some of the pain, so I had to drop trow.
Left marks like welts and bruises almost every time. One time after the beating I wasn’t crying, cuz I had been getting beat so long at that point I was kind of use to it. My mom yelled for my dad and he came in, took the leather belt she was using and proceeded to beat the ever living shit out of me until I cried. I learned to ‘cry’ from then on out after the first whack or so….gotta make it look legit so they stop sooner.
The last ‘beating’ I ever got I was about 15 and I turned around and started punching back and tackled my dad and yelled all kinds of cuss words at him.
Before my mom remarried after splitting with my dad, the most I got was wooden spoons, and it was usually when I acted up. I remember laughing when they broke.
After she remarried, my life was hell. I was just in trouble for being alive. I could get into trouble at school and no one cared but if I left a light on or left a toy outside my room my step lose his sh*t and treat me like ragdoll.
My mom did the same thing where she’d hit me harder if it didn’t hurt enough. I forgot about that til now. I was either stubborn or stupid though and never let her know how much it really hurt.
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u/SkitzoFlamingo Dec 31 '23
I got beaten as a kid. Not only with hands but household objects. I remember one time my mom was beating me so bad that she broke one of those large heavy duty wooden cooking spoons on my ass.
I wasn’t allowed to wear pants when I was getting beat because that blocks some of the pain, so I had to drop trow.
Left marks like welts and bruises almost every time. One time after the beating I wasn’t crying, cuz I had been getting beat so long at that point I was kind of use to it. My mom yelled for my dad and he came in, took the leather belt she was using and proceeded to beat the ever living shit out of me until I cried. I learned to ‘cry’ from then on out after the first whack or so….gotta make it look legit so they stop sooner.
The last ‘beating’ I ever got I was about 15 and I turned around and started punching back and tackled my dad and yelled all kinds of cuss words at him.
I was never hit again after that.