How were you disciplined as a child??

Mine were very nasty, more my mum than dad. I had permanent bruises which I thought were normal until I spoke to other kids. I loved my Mum but she was very erratic and sometimes I didn’t know why I was being hit.

I got a clip from my Mum I don’t remember ever being hit by my Dad.

Am sorry nanna8, this is one reason why I am glad smacking children is no longer done, or at least shouldn’t be, because sone parents don’t know where to draw the line.

I was only ever verbally disciplined. There was never anything physical.

Just a telling off from my Mum

When I was only 8ish at Primary school I was given ‘the slipper’ on my bottom by a male teacher in front of the whole class. It was the boy sitting next to me that had misbehaved. I was far too shy at that age to do anything wrong.

I didn’t tell my Mum until I was an adult and she was absolutely livid!

I was never punished physically at home. My parents wouldn’t have dreamt of smacking me. A reasonable talking-to would have been the worst that would happen. Anyway, I was never really naughty, so it didn’t arise. Not a goody-goody, just happy.

At infant school, I was once hit on the hand with something we called the “iron ruler” for not knowing my seven times table. I can’t express the depth of the scorn I felt for the teacher who did this,

Greenfinch

I was only ever verbally disciplined. There was never anything physical.

Same here. No physical discipline.

I was hit by a Head Teacher once for something I did not do.
My brother was caned excessively at Grammar School, just for forgetting to take in some homework. My mother rarely interfered in school matters but she went into his school and complained.

I had two abusive patents and a bully for a brother.
I couldn’t begin to tell you of the beatings and cruelty.

Our children were brought up in a safe and loving environment, we praised and encouraged them and still do

Sago

I had two abusive patents and a bully for a brother.
I couldn’t begin to tell you of the beatings and cruelty.

Our children were brought up in a safe and loving environment, we praised and encouraged them and still do

Yes- I was very careful not to treat our children as I was treated. Possibly a bit too ‘ soft’ but they’ve grown up well and are all successful in their lives and are good parents to their children.

I was slapped across the face by a teacher when I was 8 years old for something I did not do. She did it in the yard just after the final bell, I knew she didn’t like me…but still, I hope she is rotting in hell.

I only remember being smacked once by my Mum. She had left the teapot on the hearth to keep warm and I was walking across the room with my head in a book, kicked it over, tea all over the rug. She smacked me so hard on the leg that I had a handprint there for days. I think she just reacted. Dad never disciplined any of us.

Beaten up by my 'father' and having to stay off school til my cuts and bruises healed. Only once though. My older sister didn't fare so well.

Sago I feel for the child you were. How dare they treat us like that?

School was constant canings

My mother used to slap me at the top of my thigh such as to leave a red mark sometimes it was my hand my father never hit me

Mum whacked me with whatever was handy. One I remember was a heavy wet cotton sheet straight out of the boiler (old fashioned version of a washing machine) right across my neck and shoulder. It was hot and heavy and hurt like hell. She believed in strict discipline.

I was smacked once just before I was 3 for repeating a swear word my sister had picked up at school.My Aunt kept asking me to repeat it until my parents heard and I got smacked on my legs .
My lovely dad sat beside me and cried with me,
I have never sworn since and everyone who knows me won’t swear in my home .In fact I have shown the odd person the door for bad language.
In our house mum would say will you have a word with these girls,dad would lower his newspaper or book and day “that’s enough nonsense girls ,your mother is tired”
We had a neighbour who made a list of all her kids wrongdoings during the day and gave it to her husband to “deal with them” when he came home from work .Poor man had to use a slipper or a belt on them depending on the crime.Barbaric!!

My mother was a widow. She mostly punished by silence or slaps for annoying her. I can remember three frightening 'hidings' as they were called. School was being made to stand outside of the classroom or being shamed by the nuns.

It's very difficult to answer the post, my stomach is churning.

I was never physically disciplined, but my mother, wordlessly expressed her disappointment. Quite honestly that continued until she died. I felt a great sense of freedom then….just to be myself

Never by my dad, who was always gentle and kind. Mum yes, over a chair and spanked as were several siblings, never the boys just the 4 older girls and I do remember intervening more than once

At times I was put into the dark outside toilet and later as a young teenager, into the dark damp cellar. I must have spoken my mind and she could not cope with 7 children, she never hugged me and I never cried at her funeral.

I do understand her psychology, having herself been sent to boarding school at 7 and being sent to an old aunt in her holidays

I am completely different

JamesandJon33

I was never physically disciplined, but my mother, wordlessly expressed her disappointment. Quite honestly that continued until she died. I felt a great sense of freedom then….just to be myself

Same here.
My mother would slap me, use a hairbrush or cane across my back and legs. I was regularly sent to my bedroom for the rest of the day without any meal or drink. She would cold shoulder me for days too.
I remember desperately asking if I’d been a good girl when we’d be out - if she didn’t answer I knew I was in for another walloping.
My father was distant and never did much parenting, if any, at all.
I was a very anxious child, had low esteem all my life because of my mother.
I didn’t mourn her death at 94 for one minute, just a huge sense of relief.

My mother was the kindest, most loving person and never laid a hand on me or my two sisters.

I don’t remember any of us being ‘naughty’ though, we just knew what was expected of us and tried to please mum.

Our father had nothing to do with disciplining us, and he died when I was 9 so I think mum and my sisters clung to each other for support.

I did get smacked by a teacher when I was 5. Scurrying to put my painting to dry, I tripped over another girl’s feet and was hauled up by the teacher who whacked me on my bottom. I still feel the injustice of it today as I’d done nothing wrong.

My heart goes out to all of you with bad parents. It’s heartening to read you did the opposite with your own. Never remember any harsh treatment, ever. I was an easy child I think. everyone used to get a good hiding but not in our family, one girl was thrown downstairs by her mother. I remember being so angry at her mother and said she should have left hone, but where can a ten year old go? That girl got pregnant at 16 and I don't know what happened to her. I was told to go to my room for an hour once, but that's all..However, Junior school was a wake up call, one teacher in particular, if I didn't get the ruler over my knuckles each week or a board rubber thrown at my head for not being quick enough to answer mental arithmetic questions it was rare. I told my mother the first time and she said they didn't do that for nothing, so I never told her again, she held teachers in very high esteem, everyone got the ruler or was caned it was the norm, but not at my senior school thank goodness. I kept things inside but my children could tell me anything. I think you make a child before they are 6 or 7.. Even those with bad mothers always saw them even if it were out if duty,

Yes! My father, I'd describe him as mecurial, he was quite an explosive person, so good hidings could be a feature of my growing up years, I was never sure when they were coming or whether I deserved them. My mother was a soother in the aftermath, and after I'd retreated to my bedroom came up to wipe away any tears and generally make me feel better. In retrospect I was quite anxious as a child and it's been no accident that I was drawn to men with a calm nature, living with my father could be like living on the edge of a volcano.

Then there was school. At my junior school we had more lay teachers but one or two nuns, viciuos individuals who had no affinity with children. Aged about 8 I was called out the front of the class, given the wooden back of the blackboard rubber across my hand for an insolent face, her interpretation of my normal face. Little did I know I had what is now perceived as resting bitch face Injustices stay with us. Our headmistress was also prone to slappings across the back of hands she'd apply so much vigour her glasses tended to fall down her nose as she went at it.Quite funny unless on the receiving end. I remember getting a dressing down from her about my disgraceful handwriting when I broke my right arm and had to write with my left hand The nuns at my junior were a precursor to more of them at my convent school, horrible, spiteful, angry, petty, narrow minded. Deep down they must have been unhappy I wonder whether becoming a nun was something they were coerced into. Although we had one nice French nun, Sister Therese who was smiley and really quite different from the Irish ones.