RE: Spanking?
November 7, 2019 at 3:58 pm
(This post was last modified: November 7, 2019 at 4:17 pm by The Grand Nudger.)
I think that, in alot of peoples experience, a "spanking" has been synonymous with a beating. Or that they limit "spanking" to some sort of ritual where the kid goes over the knee and the pants come down. Slapping a kid on the hand for trying to stick something in an electrical outlet or trying to yank out huge tufts of their cats fur is also spanking.
Now..personally, I've been spanked, I've been switched, and I've been flat out punched. It's not so hard to tell the difference. It's not hard to tell the difference between the people who do each respective thing, either. I think the boards might get a kick out of knowing that the same person who switched me was very much against hitting. The person who spanked me had strong reservations against switching. None of these people were bad parents, by any stretch of the most cynical imagination. Not even the guy who popped me. He was pulling me off another kid, who richly deserved the brutality I was doling out at the time. Hard to "collaborative problem solve" your way out of a 6 foot 240lb teen throwin bows. LOL, I giggle about it now, especially thinking back about other comments in thread..because he was pretty overt about the lesson to be learned. "Big man, huh?" Tiny guy, too. Maybe a buck twenty dripping wet, 5'1. Hardly lording his size over me or happy with any of what went down. Far from it. The warmest most affectionate and steady parental figure in my life.
The range of things I would get punished for, in those ways, was pretty narrow. Snakes, gators, guns, and hurting people. None of them are small issues. I can respect that my experiences aren't other peoples experiences..but a little bit of that the other way might help. I've never doubted the love or intentions or character or fitness of any of these people. While some of you may be hardheaded motherfuckers who can't stop doing things even when the people who care the most for you are driven to something that every fiber of their body screams against...I did learn to stop doing those things that would get me spanked, or switched...and I sure as shit didn't need to be sucker punched by a midget for the same thing twice.
-and here I am, still not Whitey Bulgar, many years later...with kids of my own just as secure in my love for them that I've always been in my own parents love for me. FWIW, I decided I'd never hit my kids with objects..so switching is off the table, and that oh-so-common form of "spanking" where you lay into a kid with your belt. I hope I never find myself in a situation where it seems prudent to get into a boxing match with one of my kids...but you never know.
The range of things they might get spanked for is smaller, too. I don't have to worry about floridian wildlife, for example...so that's a load off.
Now..personally, I've been spanked, I've been switched, and I've been flat out punched. It's not so hard to tell the difference. It's not hard to tell the difference between the people who do each respective thing, either. I think the boards might get a kick out of knowing that the same person who switched me was very much against hitting. The person who spanked me had strong reservations against switching. None of these people were bad parents, by any stretch of the most cynical imagination. Not even the guy who popped me. He was pulling me off another kid, who richly deserved the brutality I was doling out at the time. Hard to "collaborative problem solve" your way out of a 6 foot 240lb teen throwin bows. LOL, I giggle about it now, especially thinking back about other comments in thread..because he was pretty overt about the lesson to be learned. "Big man, huh?" Tiny guy, too. Maybe a buck twenty dripping wet, 5'1. Hardly lording his size over me or happy with any of what went down. Far from it. The warmest most affectionate and steady parental figure in my life.
The range of things I would get punished for, in those ways, was pretty narrow. Snakes, gators, guns, and hurting people. None of them are small issues. I can respect that my experiences aren't other peoples experiences..but a little bit of that the other way might help. I've never doubted the love or intentions or character or fitness of any of these people. While some of you may be hardheaded motherfuckers who can't stop doing things even when the people who care the most for you are driven to something that every fiber of their body screams against...I did learn to stop doing those things that would get me spanked, or switched...and I sure as shit didn't need to be sucker punched by a midget for the same thing twice.
-and here I am, still not Whitey Bulgar, many years later...with kids of my own just as secure in my love for them that I've always been in my own parents love for me. FWIW, I decided I'd never hit my kids with objects..so switching is off the table, and that oh-so-common form of "spanking" where you lay into a kid with your belt. I hope I never find myself in a situation where it seems prudent to get into a boxing match with one of my kids...but you never know.
The range of things they might get spanked for is smaller, too. I don't have to worry about floridian wildlife, for example...so that's a load off.
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