I wasn't really a bad kid per se or maybe I was just good at not getting caught.........can't remember. I mostly got whooped for doing shit moms told me not to do.....talking back.....random fuckery I knew better than doing.......shit like that.
moms a teacher and i went to tthe school she taught at...i thought i was untouchable since my moms was close friends with all the teachers ....her best friend was my teacher at the time one day the class put up Xmas decoration, i thought i was too good to help out....somehow i ended up knocking all the decorations down...teacher told my mom and she beat my ass in front of the class then again at home...
Personally, I didn't have hands laid on me past the age of like, 10.
Got too many beatings to remember before that tho.
I've gotten beaten for betting a B in school before..
My most difficult struggle however, was the mental and verbal abuse that succeeded what I came to realize were many a misguided beating; Maturing and realizing exactly how ridiculous, entitled, and selfish my Parents really were, yet still having to abide by their rules, endure their obscenely contorted accusations and questioning, having to bare the brunt of emotionally driven onslaughts that I quickly came to understand were fueled by things that I had absolutely nothing to do with ( i.e. anger, regret, exhaustion, frustration, etc ).
And then realizing that they actually believed that they were entitled to their right to act this way towards me; That it was somehow treasonous for me to disagree or "disobey" them; That they were ultimately willing to attempt to justify irrational, childish behavior, rather than change to be better, more reasonable people; Because they were too proud, too wrapped up in self-appointed nonsense, too bent on control and escaping any and all responsibility or accountability for the things they'd done. All the empty titles ( i.e. "Parent" and "Adult" and "Elder" ), all the inflated responsibilities ( i.e. "Going to Work" and "Paying Bills" and "Putting food on the Table" ). The uninterrupted, unchecked audacity.. All because "they loved me," and "it was their house."
you took nothing but negative from how they raised you.
did you ever think they job is hard and that they were imperfect but was trying to raise you the best way they knew how?
how can you fault them for that?
do you have a good image of how you were as a child? growing up we was all right and all our parents was wrong.
when you have kids, i am sure no matter what you think you are doing right they may think different. even if you are the easiest parent to get along with. but at some point you have to stand your ground and guide them. they will not always listen and will challenge you more than you are willing to be pushed. to let them raise themselves or not have a fear of consequence, you are going to do them more of a disservice.
just saying bruh.....try to understand their side and forgive them for their shortcomings. this may be the time for healing and maybe you can guide them and show them why things wasnt right or wrong.
I only got a few whippings I was fairly decent child behavior wise probably got less than dozen in all in my whole childhood.
A few stick out in my mind though.
Got my ass beat at school and then again at home for pulling up a girl's dress in elementary.
My Uncle whipped my ass for some stuff that wasnt even my fault one day when my cousin was picking at me I asked him to stop he didn't and I proceeded to bite him until he drew blood.
My uncle who was probably about 6'3 and just north of about 300 pounds at the time wore me out.
The last one came when I was hitting rocks with a plastic bat in my yard and hit a rock and fly through the air dented a car across the street.
My father was driving trucks across country at the time so I had to tell my mom she showed me no mercy with that belt luckily the guy didn't try to make my parents pay to have his car fixed.
I don't remember getting anymore whippings after around 8 or 9 years old.
My pop once said that I got more whippings then all my siblings combined, I honestly don't remember what I did for most of them. If my mom felt the need to tell my father about my misbehaving an ass whipping was coming.
Personally, I didn't have hands laid on me past the age of like, 10.
Got too many beatings to remember before that tho.
I've gotten beaten for betting a B in school before..
My most difficult struggle however, was the mental and verbal abuse that succeeded what I came to realize were many a misguided beating; Maturing and realizing exactly how ridiculous, entitled, and selfish my Parents really were, yet still having to abide by their rules, endure their obscenely contorted accusations and questioning, having to bare the brunt of emotionally driven onslaughts that I quickly came to understand were fueled by things that I had absolutely nothing to do with ( i.e. anger, regret, exhaustion, frustration, etc ).
And then realizing that they actually believed that they were entitled to their right to act this way towards me; That it was somehow treasonous for me to disagree or "disobey" them; That they were ultimately willing to attempt to justify irrational, childish behavior, rather than change to be better, more reasonable people; Because they were too proud, too wrapped up in self-appointed nonsense, too bent on control and escaping any and all responsibility or accountability for the things they'd done. All the empty titles ( i.e. "Parent" and "Adult" and "Elder" ), all the inflated responsibilities ( i.e. "Going to Work" and "Paying Bills" and "Putting food on the Table" ). The uninterrupted, unchecked audacity.. All because "they loved me," and "it was their house."
you took nothing but negative from how they raised you.
did you ever think they job is hard and that they were imperfect but was trying to raise you the best way they knew how?
how can you fault them for that?
do you have a good image of how you were as a child? growing up we was all right and all our parents was wrong.
when you have kids, i am sure no matter what you think you are doing right they may think different. even if you are the easiest parent to get along with. but at some point you have to stand your ground and guide them. they will not always listen and will challenge you more than you are willing to be pushed. to let them raise themselves or not have a fear of consequence, you are going to do them more of a disservice.
just saying bruh.....try to understand their side and forgive them for their shortcomings. this may be the time for healing and maybe you can guide them and show them why things wasnt right or wrong.
To be frank, there comes a point where it doesn't matter how well intentioned you were, or whether you did the best you could. If it wasn't good enough, it wasn't good enough; Period. Love doesn't preclude bullshyt or poor performance, I'm sorry.
And I've taken away plenty positives from my childhood. I love my Parents dearly for the things they did well. Hell, I love them niggas for being good enough Parents to love me at all.
There were just a multitude of times in my young life where I was actively held back, intentional or otherwise, from being more open-minded, or more resourceful, or more optimistic, or more creative, or more well connected, or more aware, or more social, or more up-to-date; And it was directly related to the fact that my Parents were the exact opposite of all of those things, or chose to act in ways that very strictly prohibited me from maturing and evolving into all that I could be.
I had to defend my right to become a better person, to exceed my Parent's understanding of what potential could truly wield. And I lost almost every engagement, until I was able to get away from them. But by that point, I was already inept, behind, STUPID in a lot of ways because I never got to exercise those skills while I was younger.
I know that, bruh; I remember that shyt. And because I know and remember that, I got niggas tryna convince me that I'm tripping because I can identify the bullshyt that I have to make up for as an adult that could have been taken care of when I was a fucking teenager; But instead, I was held back for reasons that literally can't be defended, by people that think they can somehow escape having fucked with another person's life because "they love me tho."
You gotta look at shyt for what it is, not what others want it to be so they don't have to face the fact that they fucked up. I'm sure many people would say that I'm being too harsh, but I'm sure they either lived a much more liberating childhood than myself, or are still being held captive to small-mindedness themselves..
Personally, I didn't have hands laid on me past the age of like, 10.
Got too many beatings to remember before that tho.
I've gotten beaten for betting a B in school before..
My most difficult struggle however, was the mental and verbal abuse that succeeded what I came to realize were many a misguided beating; Maturing and realizing exactly how ridiculous, entitled, and selfish my Parents really were, yet still having to abide by their rules, endure their obscenely contorted accusations and questioning, having to bare the brunt of emotionally driven onslaughts that I quickly came to understand were fueled by things that I had absolutely nothing to do with ( i.e. anger, regret, exhaustion, frustration, etc ).
And then realizing that they actually believed that they were entitled to their right to act this way towards me; That it was somehow treasonous for me to disagree or "disobey" them; That they were ultimately willing to attempt to justify irrational, childish behavior, rather than change to be better, more reasonable people; Because they were too proud, too wrapped up in self-appointed nonsense, too bent on control and escaping any and all responsibility or accountability for the things they'd done. All the empty titles ( i.e. "Parent" and "Adult" and "Elder" ), all the inflated responsibilities ( i.e. "Going to Work" and "Paying Bills" and "Putting food on the Table" ). The uninterrupted, unchecked audacity.. All because "they loved me," and "it was their house."
you took nothing but negative from how they raised you.
did you ever think they job is hard and that they were imperfect but was trying to raise you the best way they knew how?
how can you fault them for that?
do you have a good image of how you were as a child? growing up we was all right and all our parents was wrong.
when you have kids, i am sure no matter what you think you are doing right they may think different. even if you are the easiest parent to get along with. but at some point you have to stand your ground and guide them. they will not always listen and will challenge you more than you are willing to be pushed. to let them raise themselves or not have a fear of consequence, you are going to do them more of a disservice.
just saying bruh.....try to understand their side and forgive them for their shortcomings. this may be the time for healing and maybe you can guide them and show them why things wasnt right or wrong.
To be frank, there comes a point where it doesn't matter how well intentioned you were, or whether you did the best you could. If it wasn't good enough, it wasn't good enough; Period. Love doesn't preclude bullshyt or poor performance, I'm sorry.
And I've taken away plenty positives from my childhood. I love my Parents dearly for the things they did well. Hell, I love them niggas for being good enough Parents to love me at all.
There were just a multitude of times in my young life where I was actively held back, intentional or otherwise, from being more open-minded, or more resourceful, or more optimistic, or more creative, or more well connected, or more aware, or more social, or more up-to-date; And it was directly related to the fact that my Parents were the exact opposite of all of those things, or chose to act in ways that very strictly prohibited me from maturing and evolving into all that I could be.
I had to defend my right to become a better person, to exceed my Parent's understanding of what potential could truly wield. And I lost almost every engagement, until I was able to get away from them. But by that point, I was already inept, behind, STUPID in a lot of ways because I never got to exercise those skills while I was younger.
I know that, bruh; I remember that shyt. And because I know and remember that, I got niggas tryna convince me that I'm tripping because I can identify the bullshyt that I have to make up for as an adult that could have been taken care of when I was a fucking teenager; But instead, I was held back for reasons that literally can't be defended, by people that think they can somehow escape having fucked with another person's life because "they love me tho."
You gotta look at shyt for what it is, not what others want it to be so they don't have to face the fact that they fucked up. I'm sure many people would say that I'm being too harsh, but I'm sure they either lived a much more liberating childhood than myself, or are still being held captive to small-mindedness themselves..
she doesnt want him to do shit with his life an fails to understand anything outside the hood. she thinks switzerland is more dangerous than north philly. my son hates his mother but i try to get him to see the the positives even tho i hate her ass too.
but as long as you realized and still respect and learn from that shit...thats all that matters
But one time I got beat the shit out of cause I never cried after getting beat...a young nigga was stepping up now, rolled in the house 5 or 10 minutes late...mums was mad and got the wooden spoon and was spanking me up and down...like I said, I was getting older now...so I took the spanking like a G and went off upstairs whistling a merry song like nothing happened...lolol lolol....
My mother waited until I was in a state of undress and run in the room and literally beat me with the leather belt until I was balling my eyes out..smh.
When I think about it now, my mother was ruthless af...
She apologises all the time now and tells me I can't beat her grandkids...smh
I never ever felt the beatings did me any harm tho, other shit did...but not the beatings...I was a bad ass kid and continued with the shit until my kids were born.
I remember me and my sis acting up in the grocery store, doing lil kid shit like putting stuff in cart after already being told no, or just running around getting in other shopper's way. My dad repeatedly told us to stop embarrassing him lol. After while he just stopped saying anything at all and let us just wild out in the store. Man when we got home, I saw him go to the back of the TV and plug out the cable wire. My sister was closer to him so she caught it first smh. I ran through the front door and jumped over the porch railing like Jackie Chan lmao. Neighbors looking like wtf is going on, so he just stopped.
or maybe I was just good at not getting caught.........can't remember. I mostly got whooped for doing shit moms told me not to do.....talking back.....random fuckery I knew better than doing.......shit like that.
