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Were you beaten as a child?
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2017-04-12 at 6:24 PM UTCI was a rambunctious child. When my family went to church, I used to constantly ask when it would be over. My mother used to get out this short, white belt when we were home to teach me a lesson about respect. I remember it more than the other belts because it was made of some plastic material that was harder than leather and more aerodynamic, so it hurt a lot more than my dad's belts and I hated going to church growing up because I knew that an especially hard beating would come right after.
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2017-04-12 at 6:28 PM UTCNah, probably got the odd slap for being a shithead but never beaten properly.
Kinda funny your parents would take you to church and then beat you. God sanctions child abuse -
2017-04-12 at 6:54 PM UTCYeah, my dad only beat me a couple of times but he completely fucked my shit up.
Each beating was a life changing event for me, and not strictly in a good sense. I cowered in a corner and howled and whimpered at the top of my lungs, pleading for the pain to stop. I begged for mercy. I begged in the name of being his son. I begged in the name of God. I pleaded and prayed and beseeched god, to protect me, to make the pain go away, to wake me from the hellish torment I was going through. But no one was listening. The savage look on my father's face, the clothes hangers breaking on my skin as he whipped me over and over and over as I was curled up against the dusty exercise bike in the corner and cried out for help. I will never forget that pain.
Or the pain that came after, when blisters formed on my skin and burned me whenever I moved, and no matter which way I sat or lay. -
2017-04-12 at 6:57 PM UTCI got slapped once. Usually I was the one doing the beating.
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2017-04-12 at 7:01 PM UTC
Originally posted by Captain Falcon Yeah, my dad only beat me a couple of times but he completely fucked my shit up.
Each beating was a life changing event for me, and not strictly in a good sense. I cowered in a corner and howled and whimpered at the top of my lungs, pleading for the pain to stop. I begged for mercy. I begged in the name of being his son. I begged in the name of God. I pleaded and prayed and beseeched god, to protect me, to make the pain go away, to wake me from the hellish torment I was going through. But no one was listening. The savage look on my father's face, the clothes hangers breaking on my skin as he whipped me over and over and over as I was curled up against the dusty exercise bike in the corner and cried out for help. I will never forget that pain.
Or the pain that came after, when blisters formed on my skin and burned me whenever I moved, and no matter which way I sat or lay.
That sounds awful, I usually didn't come away having sustained injuries. My parents were careful like that, not like how some people beat you with fruit to avoid leaving bruises, just that they usually stuck to the belt and hit me over my clothes so it wouldn't leave marks.
I remember when I was 7 and I figured out that violence against children is against the law and that there are agencies that prosecute this. Sometimes when I got beaten I would threaten to call the police, and my parents would tell me, "Go ahead, they'll take you away from us and you'll grow up on a farm" and then they'd beat me harder. -
2017-04-12 at 10 PM UTC
Originally posted by Captain Falcon Yeah, my dad only beat me a couple of times but he completely fucked my shit up.
Each beating was a life changing event for me, and not strictly in a good sense. I cowered in a corner and howled and whimpered at the top of my lungs, pleading for the pain to stop. I begged for mercy. I begged in the name of being his son. I begged in the name of God. I pleaded and prayed and beseeched god, to protect me, to make the pain go away, to wake me from the hellish torment I was going through. But no one was listening. The savage look on my father's face, the clothes hangers breaking on my skin as he whipped me over and over and over as I was curled up against the dusty exercise bike in the corner and cried out for help. I will never forget that pain.
Or the pain that came after, when blisters formed on my skin and burned me whenever I moved, and no matter which way I sat or lay.
This reeks of absolute sarcasm. I call BS, paki. -
2017-04-12 at 10:29 PM UTCI would try to fight my dad and he beat me every time.
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2017-04-13 at 3:57 AM UTC
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2017-04-13 at 4:22 AM UTCNot even once.
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2017-04-13 at 4:23 AM UTC
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2017-04-13 at 4:27 AM UTCTell us the details Falco.
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2017-04-13 at 4:52 AM UTCEach time it was something school related. I don't think any child deserves to be savagely beaten under any circumstances so I don't think so. Maybe a good think upside the head, or a big ass slap if you need instant compliance, but that's it.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2017-04-13 at 4:53 AM UTCBad grades? Or did you kill a classmate?
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2017-04-13 at 5:03 AM UTCnot often. mostly just a lot of screaming and throwing things
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2017-04-13 at 5:24 AM UTC
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2017-04-13 at 5:51 AM UTCParents are the worst people on earth.
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2017-04-13 at 6:32 AM UTC
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2017-04-13 at 7 AM UTC
Originally posted by Dargo Bad grades? Or did you kill a classmate?
Not bad grades really. I was having a sort of depressed episode and I refused to cooperate with my tutor as a result, because my problem was never that I didn't want to study, just that I wasn't allowed to road a balanced life. The tutor complained to my dad that I wasn't doing my homework (I definitely wasn't). So my dad beat the fuck out of me. That was the first time.
The thing was that he always used clothes hangers, the plastic ones. They whip hard and are tough as fuck, but they don't injure you. So could just go to town on me and take out all his frustrations as hard as he wanted. It would hurt, leave blisters etc but only after the beating was over, and it wouldn't break any limbs or kill me. After the second time, I realised that cowering in the corner, trying to protect my head was useless, it would just encourage him to go hard without worrying. So on the third time, I just stood my ground sort of. It didn't last as long then. -
2017-04-13 at 9:09 AM UTCNot for most of my life other than reasonable discipline but there was one dickhead that my mom was dating one time that would really beat me, not as bad as CF, but hard enough to be considered rather serious child abuse. And it was for the stupidest fucking shit you can imagine.
Like walking the wrong way, or chewing with my mouth open. Almost everyday he managed to find a reason. I was 5-9 years old at the time. Probably part of the reason I got into BDSM from an early age.
I had repeating dreams of killing him with an AR lel
Does heroin make everyone insanely angry and irritable? It does me, and I found out my mom and him were doing heroin the whole time they were together. -
2017-04-13 at 4:28 PM UTC
