Only got beat when being disrespectful; they let us argue our points but as soon as me or my brothers started swearing or freaking out "to get our way" .. we learned & learned quick... I honestly really respect how my parents raised me, maybe not at the time. But I'm seeing how important it was now. Btw, really loving your channel!! 😊
I grew up the same way. There are certain ways of how things were back in the day that is missing and much needed in today's society. Everyone's triggered by something now days, everything is considered abuse in some fashion or another, and there are certain groups of people that are put up on a pedestal when all that's needed is more respect towards women, people of color, people of sexual orientation. They just want to be recognized as equals and human beings. That's all it is. They don't need to put up on a pedestal and made to think they're better than everyone else. People just need to do and be better. That's all.
@@sarabam8712 I can never get myself to swear in front of my parents cause it is embarrassing for me, I respect them so much I can't do a bad thing and face them, it's horrific and i am only 16
I was born in 1984, I got the wood spoon also. One time I got my ass hit with it, it broke the spoon, I laughed at my mom, she went and got another one.
I cant remember exactly what I did that finally crossed the line, but I was a consistent shithead around middle school/early high school. I came home one day, my bedroom door was off the hinges, and everything except a sleeping bag and a bible had been taken out of my room. None of my cool clothes, NOTHING, except a sleeping bag and a bible. About 6 months of that, and wearing the same couple plain white tshirts, slacks, and boots to school straightened me right out. Thanks mom.
Well when I was a kid, my parents used to use belts, but it didn't get the results they were looking for. Then they switched to hotwheels tracks... and I never misbehaved again
I was born in 1991 and grew up in an immigrant household (meaning; living in a different culture at home than the one outside). The slaps, whooping, belt, sandal, threats, and screaming were common. There were times I was envious of my white friends and there were times I was grateful for my upbringing.
Growing up in a pretty poor family I quickly learned the value of food. My parents would never force me to eat something I didn't "like". They just had a bunch of that stuff in the freezer while hardly being able to afford many other meals that week.
When I was a kid in late 90s to 00s Ive been hit with every hanger, broom, slippers, and anything my mom have on her hands on. The most painful thing though is when she pulls my sideburns. Im asian so its just discipline
Wooden spoon was my ma's weapon of choice , she was deadly within a 2 metre range. Shit we got beat in school too and by the guards (police in ireland) , come to think of it we got beat by neighbours as well lol. It was like the scene in airplane movie were everybody on the plane queing up to beat up the panicking lady ( get a hold of yourself lol).
I was born in 2002 and we had these dots on a wall for each of us and we had to stand on our toes and put our nose on the dot for how long we were told. One time I was forced to do it because I hit a kid in the head with a pool noodle so I ran away for a day and a half
There's a difference between a spanking and a beating ! A spanking means that I love you and I want you to learn right from wrong ! A beating is just pure meanness !!!
I was on a cross country trip with my aunt, mom, brother and cousin for 54 days in a minivan. Somewhere along the way my brother and I started fighting, and my mom made us get out and walk. When we went to put on our shoes she was like "nope, you were fighting without shoes on, you can walk without shoes on" and we walked. Wasn't all that far, but the rocks on the side of the road hurt and the pavement was super hot. I ran on the pavement, my brother sat and cried. I reach the car and my mom locked the doors and said that we were fighting together, so we had to both be back to the car together before we could get back in... Good times.
Born in 64. I got stood in corners, back-handed by my mom, slippers thrown at me, spanked with a belt (and a razor strap), sent to my room. That was not abuse, that was discipline that I deserved and it made me able to act like an adult with some thick skin and common sense.
Born 1995, got a wooden paddle with holes in it to make it hurt even worse. Got it whenever we were disrespectful or misbehaved, and man did we learn fast.
Going through elementary school in the '70s I remember getting the strap across my hands from the principal at least 8 times... The most fucked up thing is it was something manufactured then purchased by the Alberta Department of Education and distributed to all the schools in the province for the explicit purpose of corporal punishment. It was two strips of leather sandwiching a strip of rubber, it was about two inches wide and 16 or 18 inches long with a wooden handle. That shit hurt like hell, and the reason why I got it was because I would refuse to homework and had ADD, but back then they called it daydreaming and laziness, I hated homework. Thankfully being in a military family we moved to a province that had banned strapping students...
Born in 1980 and i got wrecked in a K-mart once, i never acted out in public again. It didn't hurt but it was embarrassing as anything that has even happened.
Leather belts in the 90s. My aunt had a custom made wooden paddle from my uncle who worked construction and you get that shit once and you never fuck up again.
I was raised in the 60's. Admire and respect my parents parents. They both have passed...part of the "Greatest Generation"! They raised us to be respectful, honest, compassionate and have common sense. We got our correction and we needed it. To KNOW right and wrong! I talked back to my Momma ONE time, got my face slapped right in front on my best friend. Didn't do that again!! It was usually the fly swatter, go get a switch. If we really got on her last nerve after getting plenty of chances, it was Daddy's belt. Needed it, deserved it, made me who I am today. Respect, integrity, there is right and wrong. There are absolutes! Miss my Parents two thousand times a day...love...
I grew up late 50's early 60's. Mom would use a belt, dad just used his hand. I was never struck above the waist or below the knee. About 90% on the back side. Sometimes just a time out. You learned that there were boundaries and unacceptable behavior had real consequences. I was never denied anything, especially love, but you were taught there were rules that were to be followed and heaven forbid if you got in trouble at school. Teachers and principals were allowed to use corporal punishment (the strap). I never got it because I knew the same would await me at home.
When we acted up in restaurants my dad would take us into the parking lot and open the drivers side to and the back one and just wear us out. Totally respect it
My mom told me that her and her brother got into an argument when they were young. My grandma tied them both to chairs and they had to look at each other for hours. They never fought again.
I was born in '66,I got hit by hand,paddles,belts,hangers,brushes,and my grandma,had a1/2inch thick 18 inches of wooden ruler.she didn't care if you moved,tried to block her,she would hit whatever she could reach.
I was born in '94, but raised like '74. Anything and everything was a teachable moment and/or a disciplinary tool. Wooden Spoon, Belts, Switches, and when you lied you swallowed a spoonful of Cayenne for each lie. You learned quick in my daddy's house!
born in 78, in our elementary school, we were paddled by the principle if we did stupid stuff. the paddle with holes. And my dad would take a belt to me sometimes. Broke a window accidentally throwing a ball against the side of the house. when he got home, I was lit up. And I don't think my parents were abusive.
Born in '72. I got whippins, beatings, from dad. wooden spoon, paint stick, and slaps from mom. My dad dragged me across the floor by my hair, because I kept putting my feet on his new speakers. I used to have to eat peas and okra too, that was the worst of all.
I grew up in the sixties when neighbors would smack you and then call your parents! Also when your mother swung the belt at you, you tried to catch it. When your father went for the belt you would see 4 kids scatter!
in the 60's -70's we respected our parents and got put in place when we crossed the line, i thank my parents for that. These modern parents letting the education of their kids to teachers and neighbors are useless.
I got everything from the switch, the belt, leftover dinner for breakfast (before microwaves). The worst was standing in the corner and you can't touch the wall or the time starts over. Dad was a teddy bear, until you crossed a line. Nowadays you'd have the state knocking on your door.
You’ll have the state knocking on your day for even raising your voice these days!! Hurting feelings apparently is against the law lol especially on the internet
Raised in Ireland during the eighties. Nothing scarier than your mother asking if you'd like her to "call you father". We never knew what it meant but only that we didn't want to know
Lol, yeah buddy, good ol country upbringing. Actually I get a sense of pride kind of. Sick right? Eh, what can ya do. By the way, the hose was the worst til the fists started flying in 9th grade. Only happened a couple of times, guess pops started wondering if he could pull it off again. It was just part of growing up back home. Others had it worse. BTW, grandpa was a Marine, as was I. Good job man.
I think the most trouble I have ever gotten in my entire life was when I was around 5 years old. It was when I started doing pre-school stuff. All I remember was I have done something "evil" at school. My dad (hes in the military too at the time) he looked me in the eye and told me I need to control my behavior., Or something like that. I was being a smart ass and said something back to him that got him pissed off. He immediately grab me and hit me for a good half an hour till I felt nothing but pain. Then I stopped doing it the next day.
On one occasion I was in trouble because I didn't do my homework, again, so I was grounded for a month, into my bedroom where I would have to copy the textbook word for word.
Somalia in the mid 90's as a kid (still the same): Moms hit you, Madrassa (early morning religious school) teacher(S) Afternoon normal school teachers, And all of them had whips, vines, or belts except mom. Pretty much anyone that was stronger than you and there were no other people to break it up as good samaritans. But if you hit the wrong person's kid or extended family you might get killed so there was that balancing influence.
I know from 95 to 2005 the discipline was my mom would call my dad when I screwed up and I would have to wait from either 9am to 5pm (depending on what time I screwed up) for him to get home and he would paddle me or whip me. And I’m grateful for the discipline!
My Dad would get me with the belt here and there but my Grandmother would make me go out and pick out a switch. They definitely taught me that there are consequences in life and I should think before I act. It worked for me. I never thought I was abused.
Hose, sandal, wooden spoon, belt both ends, not a switch but sometime we could choose which of the punishments we deserved. I learned to stuff cross word puzzle books down my pants lol
My dad caught me smoking.He smacked me on the face and said "if you want to smoke get a job and smoke with your own money" I was just confused like huh?
I grew up with sticks of any sort/belt/shoes whatever to my behind my back and my hands. Left right hooks from my two older bros lol. I spent my childhood in the islands from 99-2009 and your teachers are allowed to hit you if you are too naughty. So that fear carried from your home to school. That’s why Polynesians who grew up in the islands are so humble and respectful. We were brought up with mad discipline lol
My dad would threaten to throw a bucket of water on my bed if I didn't get up for school. He once got to the point of bringing the bucket to my bed and I jumped out of bed.
i never had anything thrown at me by my dad, but i have lost track of the times my granddad have thrown me in the harbor when i messed up. i he dress me, walk me 2 miles to the harbor, stand me on the edge, pick me up and throw me. and then we walked home. better that than grandma. that woman was a NINJA with a wet dish cloth as i got older, started getting a scooter at the age of 15, i discovered that police was also fans of punishment. if they caught us, we could call our parents OR take care of it here. which meant, an open palm slap or a gut punch. everyone chose the gut punch. it doesnt leave a mark.
I feel like abuse is done for no reason. Discipline is justified by the wrong-doings of the child. These days that system is all f**ked though. I remember getting everything from a slipper to a belt bruh. Right across the ass, no pullin' ahahaha. Shit made me wanna NEVER misbehave again. For a week or two anyway.
I grew up with a USMC Vietnam Veteran as a step dad. I will just leave that there. Hence why when I went to MCRD Parris Island, it was like coming home but without getting my a$$kicked.
Born in 2000, I didn’t get beat, unless I was being particularly bad, I would usually get sent to my room, then my mom would spend about an hour coming back and forth to yell at me some more.
Born in 1993. I grew up with sirs and mams. Get smacked upside the head for saying "aight". Switches,brooms,my ps2 power cord, kitchen utensils,work boots,belts,phone books. I also got the if you don't finish your meal you will greet it in the morning treatment.
My dad didn't have the heart to beat us with a belt, he used bundled twigs instead. -94 born. Didn't do anything twig-worthy too much though, so I only have a vague memory of it.
I was born in the 1990 and my dad was a man of his word if he said "stop misbehaving or your getting a smack" you best believe he would do that shit, I got the belt, the ring hand and the spanking never did me any harm quite the opposite the pain helped remind me of the consequences of my actions I'm with burr the amount of times I've seen a kid scream the store down now a days and all I can think is if that was me at that age acting like that in public I'd be six feet under for that shit and my kids will have the same there is a big difference between disciplining and abusing, disciplining is when you come home after a hard day at work to find the living room trashed by your kid so you give em a spanking and send them to their room, abuse is when you've had a hard day at work and simply take it out on your kids when you get home. People and the law need to let parents do there thing and only step in when its actual abuse so often do I hear soft touched fuck nuggets say simply smacking your kids for doing wrong is also abuse when it's not its teaching your kids that there is consequences for acting like a twat it's funny how so many parents now dont understand why their kids turn into thugs when they get older and say stupid shit like "I dont know where I went wrong" I do love it's when you refused to do your job as a parent and let your kid walk all over you leaving people like me to kick ten bells of shit out of the pricks and doing their jobs for them fuck this nanny state world we live in
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Born in 83 so just your basic belt. Only a handful of times, but I do remember when I did get whooped, it was for a good reason. I had a friend about five houses down the block from me in Chicago, who’s father hung a serpentine belt in the hallway and would beat him with it when he f*ckd up. You could literally hear him scream from your yard..
First time I got in real trouble my dad gave me a 2x4 and watched me cut my own paddle out of a 2x4 with a band saw and then sanded it to his specifications and then he’d hold me up by my wrist or by the back of my pants and wear me out every time after that and the paddle stayed hung up on his nightstand until I was about 15 lol
Born in 73...My father would make me go get the wooden paddle, he made ,off the wall.After I walked it to him I got whooped....Also if I was bad my neighbors would woop ya before I got home to get it again lol
When I was 9, my new born baby brother was placed in my room and I was suppose to get up with him...and still go to school the next day. One night I was so exhausted that I slept through his crying and my mom came in and dumped water on my face to wake me up.
I would hear " go find a switch". " Get going, you gonna let me do it"? I would try to find one not too skinny, or to fat. He would say, " 5 swats if you don't move". Of course, after the first couple swats- I was trying to get away. 5 became 10, all while I fighting to run away ( my pops is 6"4 ). 😂
I was born in 1960. My parents rarely hit me but when it happened it was ALWAYS my mother. And usually, it was one of my father's belts. She had a terrible temper. The only thing my father did was he freaked out because I traded some of my toys for some GI Joes. He came home and made me trade them back. yelling at me no son of his was going to play with dolls. I was like here's my old man who didn't care much what I did as long as it wasn't anything too bad freaking out about GI Joe. LOL. Once my mother tried to put my head in the toilet bowl but thank God I was too big by then for her to be able to do it. The punishment I remember the most was just as Bill Burr said about the food but a little different. I was not allowed to leave the table for any reason until I ate everything on my plate. I was a picky eater so things like liver and fish would literally take me an hour to finish. I couldn't eat ham for years because she would give me this funny bumpy and chewy looking ham with veins in it that I hated. One day I helped bring in the groceries and there at the top of the bag was this huge cow tongue. All of a sudden I knew what that funny tasting ham was. The worst though was tomato juice or v8. The stuff would actually make me throw up. My mother was convinced I was doing it on purpose and at least once a week I spent like literally 2 hours at the table trying to get it down a little sip at a time. By the time I was 7 or 8 though all that stopped.
I remember being smacked in the head at the dinner table for goofing off. I think it could have been handled better but I also think that no discipline would be far worse. My theory now is that all discipline should be beneficial in teaching a child. Any that causes a child to lose respect for the parent will only end up causing the child to rebel. Heb 12:5-11
I'm about Bill's age. In elementary school we had learned a song... "6 little ducks, I once knew. Fat ones, skinny ones, fair ones too. One little duck with a feather lead the others with a quack, quack, quack." it went on, memories are failing. But I told my friends if you change the d in duck to an f. They told on me and my dad punched me in the mouth which split my lip. Had belts used on me. And dad once upgraded to a table leg. It was flat and widened near the top. He also put a hole it it so air passed through so it hurt more. Keep us out of food (sister) dad put locks on the fridge and cupboard. I told the neighborhood kids and someone's parent called CPS. They investigated, but never heard anything else. So I guess that was okay. My sister sometimes got into the plain butter. Eat it all alone.
I grew up with the threat of shit, like if my dad was really mad he would tell me he would sell everything I owned if I did that particular thing again. My mom drove me to a juvenile hall when I drove her van before I had a license. She told me if I did it again she would send me there. Im tellin you, I never did that shit again. They spanked me from time to time but they never hit me.
I was born in 96 And I’d been hit with broom, belts anything even covered me on water then spanked me But all that was probably deserved I think back and just laugh at those times and have fun with it
Born in 71.... dad was a marine, got the belt only 1 time, cause he taught me consequence
Only got beat when being disrespectful; they let us argue our points but as soon as me or my brothers started swearing or freaking out "to get our way" .. we learned & learned quick... I honestly really respect how my parents raised me, maybe not at the time. But I'm seeing how important it was now. Btw, really loving your channel!! 😊
I grew up the same way. There are certain ways of how things were back in the day that is missing and much needed in today's society. Everyone's triggered by something now days, everything is considered abuse in some fashion or another, and there are certain groups of people that are put up on a pedestal when all that's needed is more respect towards women, people of color, people of sexual orientation. They just want to be recognized as equals and human beings. That's all it is. They don't need to put up on a pedestal and made to think they're better than everyone else. People just need to do and be better. That's all.
@@philthemovieguy81 couldnt agree more ❤
@@sarabam8712 I can never get myself to swear in front of my parents cause it is embarrassing for me, I respect them so much I can't do a bad thing and face them, it's horrific and i am only 16
The audience is just scared of truth. They don't know how to react.
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The laugh sign didn't light up not their fault
I was born in 1977 so I grew up in the 80s. I got the wood spoon
Same here
Yup. And thank God for it.
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I was born in 1984, I got the wood spoon also. One time I got my ass hit with it, it broke the spoon, I laughed at my mom, she went and got another one.
78 and ya. Wooden spoon or belt for me. I would get smacked if I accidentally dropped a plate on the floor.
I cant remember exactly what I did that finally crossed the line, but I was a consistent shithead around middle school/early high school. I came home one day, my bedroom door was off the hinges, and everything except a sleeping bag and a bible had been taken out of my room. None of my cool clothes, NOTHING, except a sleeping bag and a bible. About 6 months of that, and wearing the same couple plain white tshirts, slacks, and boots to school straightened me right out. Thanks mom.
Thanks for sharing that. Made me laugh sooo hard. My mom did tge same damn thing to me, except i had to do my two brother's chores on top of mine.
Well when I was a kid, my parents used to use belts, but it didn't get the results they were looking for. Then they switched to hotwheels tracks... and I never misbehaved again
No wonder I never asked for the tracks for Christmas.
I forgot about that! I had "track marks" a time or two!
yup, me and my brother burned our hotwheels tracks, and never asked for them again
I just Googled that... holy shit!
I was born in 1991 and grew up in an immigrant household (meaning; living in a different culture at home than the one outside). The slaps, whooping, belt, sandal, threats, and screaming were common. There were times I was envious of my white friends and there were times I was grateful for my upbringing.
80s and we got hit. Never got a slap I didn’t ask for and I love and respect both of my parents.
Growing up in a pretty poor family I quickly learned the value of food.
My parents would never force me to eat something I didn't "like". They just had a bunch of that stuff in the freezer while hardly being able to afford many other meals that week.
When I was a kid in late 90s to 00s Ive been hit with every hanger, broom, slippers, and anything my mom have on her hands on. The most painful thing though is when she pulls my sideburns. Im asian so its just discipline
Wooden spoon was my ma's weapon of choice , she was deadly within a 2 metre range. Shit we got beat in school too and by the guards (police in ireland) , come to think of it we got beat by neighbours as well lol. It was like the scene in airplane movie were everybody on the plane queing up to beat up the panicking lady ( get a hold of yourself lol).
Regular spanking, no "tools".
I had to wait for it.
Go to my room and wait.
I was never hit on impulse.
The waiting was the worst part.
Yeah man I got that two. Go listen to iron maiden halo be thy name.
the moment of anticipation. savor it xD
I once got a spanking for something I didn't do.
When my mother found out, she gave me a real apology.
That's some decent parenting, right there!
I was born in 2002 and we had these dots on a wall for each of us and we had to stand on our toes and put our nose on the dot for how long we were told. One time I was forced to do it because I hit a kid in the head with a pool noodle so I ran away for a day and a half
There's a difference between a spanking and a beating ! A spanking means that I love you and I want you to learn right from wrong ! A beating is just pure meanness !!!
There was nothing scarier than a flying mom/nana slippers. They never missed their target 😂
you MUST be latino xD
@@scar445 nope. Lol
@@btstakescareofmewhenimsick4892 damn. that was the first image in my mind when i read" flying slippers". asian then??
@@scar445 second strike 😁
@@btstakescareofmewhenimsick4892 then i give up :)
I was on a cross country trip with my aunt, mom, brother and cousin for 54 days in a minivan. Somewhere along the way my brother and I started fighting, and my mom made us get out and walk. When we went to put on our shoes she was like "nope, you were fighting without shoes on, you can walk without shoes on" and we walked. Wasn't all that far, but the rocks on the side of the road hurt and the pavement was super hot. I ran on the pavement, my brother sat and cried. I reach the car and my mom locked the doors and said that we were fighting together, so we had to both be back to the car together before we could get back in... Good times.
Born in 64. I got stood in corners, back-handed by my mom, slippers thrown at me, spanked with a belt (and a razor strap), sent to my room. That was not abuse, that was discipline that I deserved and it made me able to act like an adult with some thick skin and common sense.
Born 1995, got a wooden paddle with holes in it to make it hurt even worse. Got it whenever we were disrespectful or misbehaved, and man did we learn fast.
Bill is slowly becoming his jokes. Never get a dog. Girlfriend got him a dog. Never get married. Got married. Never have a kid. Has a baby.
Going through elementary school in the '70s I remember getting the strap across my hands from the principal at least 8 times... The most fucked up thing is it was something manufactured then purchased by the Alberta Department of Education and distributed to all the schools in the province for the explicit purpose of corporal punishment. It was two strips of leather sandwiching a strip of rubber, it was about two inches wide and 16 or 18 inches long with a wooden handle. That shit hurt like hell, and the reason why I got it was because I would refuse to homework and had ADD, but back then they called it daydreaming and laziness, I hated homework. Thankfully being in a military family we moved to a province that had banned strapping students...
Love you Billy! That rant was completley justified. I'm a new a fan and you're the shit dude!
Born in 1980 and i got wrecked in a K-mart once, i never acted out in public again. It didn't hurt but it was embarrassing as anything that has even happened.
Thank you for your sevice
Leather belts in the 90s. My aunt had a custom made wooden paddle from my uncle who worked construction and you get that shit once and you never fuck up again.
Billy, press the SPACEBAR on your keyboard to pause/play video.
Try it, its faster than mousing and clicking.
K is the designated key for that. Spacebar sometimes behaves as scrolling.
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I was raised in the 60's. Admire and respect my parents parents. They both have passed...part of the "Greatest Generation"! They raised us to be respectful, honest, compassionate and have common sense.
We got our correction and we needed it. To KNOW right and wrong!
I talked back to my Momma ONE time, got my face slapped right in front on my best friend. Didn't do that again!!
It was usually the fly swatter, go get a switch. If we really got on her last nerve after getting plenty of chances, it was Daddy's belt.
Needed it, deserved it, made me who I am today. Respect, integrity, there is right and wrong. There are absolutes!
Miss my Parents two thousand times a day...love...
As a kid who has never been hit by his parents, the ability to hit your kid every now and then NEEDS to make a comeback 😂
I was born in '75 and I used to get beat with a riding crop. What jockies used to use.
I grew up late 50's early 60's. Mom would use a belt, dad just used his hand. I was never struck above the waist or below the knee. About 90% on the back side. Sometimes just a time out. You learned that there were boundaries and unacceptable behavior had real consequences. I was never denied anything, especially love, but you were taught there were rules that were to be followed and heaven forbid if you got in trouble at school. Teachers and principals were allowed to use corporal punishment (the strap). I never got it because I knew the same would await me at home.
Grandma was never afraid of giving me the wooden spoon or the belt. Safe to say I respected and behaved for her.
I was born in 78. I grew up in Texas. Got the switch. The fly swatter. The belt and the hand
Lol! Love ur reaction.. Was born in 1975 & remember having the privilege of going outside 2 choose the switch I was gonna be hit with 😉
1983 - born..... got spanked by mom and dad and yelled at by anyone in town that saw us screwing off.
When we acted up in restaurants my dad would take us into the parking lot and open the drivers side to and the back one and just wear us out. Totally respect it
My mom told me that her and her brother got into an argument when they were young. My grandma tied them both to chairs and they had to look at each other for hours. They never fought again.
1960’s, just got the look from mom. However I did get my mouth washed out with soap for saying someone’s house was dirty. Mom didn’t play.
I was born in '66,I got hit by hand,paddles,belts,hangers,brushes,and my grandma,had a1/2inch thick 18 inches of wooden ruler.she didn't care if you moved,tried to block her,she would hit whatever she could reach.
I was born in '94, but raised like '74. Anything and everything was a teachable moment and/or a disciplinary tool. Wooden Spoon, Belts, Switches, and when you lied you swallowed a spoonful of Cayenne for each lie. You learned quick in my daddy's house!
In Ireland in the 70's and 80's if you got out of line it was some form of asswhooping!
born in 78, in our elementary school, we were paddled by the principle if we did stupid stuff. the paddle with holes. And my dad would take a belt to me sometimes. Broke a window accidentally throwing a ball against the side of the house. when he got home, I was lit up. And I don't think my parents were abusive.
Born in '72. I got whippins, beatings, from dad. wooden spoon, paint stick, and slaps from mom.
My dad dragged me across the floor by my hair, because I kept putting my feet on his new speakers. I used to have to eat peas and okra too, that was the worst of all.
Had to pick a stick from the wood shed and it couldn't break on the first hit. Like a 35 min walk to a shed 40 feet away.
I grew up in the sixties when neighbors would smack you and then call your parents! Also when your mother swung the belt at you, you tried to catch it. When your father went for the belt you would see 4 kids scatter!
in the 60's -70's we respected our parents and got put in place when we crossed the line, i thank my parents for that. These modern parents letting the education of their kids to teachers and neighbors are useless.
I got everything from the switch, the belt, leftover dinner for breakfast (before microwaves). The worst was standing in the corner and you can't touch the wall or the time starts over. Dad was a teddy bear, until you crossed a line. Nowadays you'd have the state knocking on your door.
You’ll have the state knocking on your day for even raising your voice these days!! Hurting feelings apparently is against the law lol especially on the internet
Raised in Ireland during the eighties. Nothing scarier than your mother asking if you'd like her to "call you father". We never knew what it meant but only that we didn't want to know
There’s a fine line defining child abuse and discipline, that line is commonly referred to as the mason Dixie line
😂 , man I got it with a rubber hose about 3’ long by my grandpa. Pops just used a police belt or we had to cut a willow stick. Grew up in the 70s.
Never in my life have I been hit with a rubber hose lol thats gangsta I like it
Lol, yeah buddy, good ol country upbringing. Actually I get a sense of pride kind of. Sick right? Eh, what can ya do. By the way, the hose was the worst til the fists started flying in 9th grade. Only happened a couple of times, guess pops started wondering if he could pull it off again. It was just part of growing up back home. Others had it worse. BTW, grandpa was a Marine, as was I. Good job man.
By the way, I am against beating kids. But there are times a good spanking is in order.
it's refreshing to see another thinker in the group.
I was born in '89. I had the belt, paddle, switch(blinds handle)
I think the most trouble I have ever gotten in my entire life was when I was around 5 years old. It was when I started doing pre-school stuff. All I remember was I have done something "evil" at school. My dad (hes in the military too at the time) he looked me in the eye and told me I need to control my behavior., Or something like that. I was being a smart ass and said something back to him that got him pissed off. He immediately grab me and hit me for a good half an hour till I felt nothing but pain. Then I stopped doing it the next day.
On one occasion I was in trouble because I didn't do my homework, again, so I was grounded for a month, into my bedroom where I would have to copy the textbook word for word.
Somalia in the mid 90's as a kid (still the same):
Moms hit you,
Madrassa (early morning religious school) teacher(S)
Afternoon normal school teachers,
And all of them had whips, vines, or belts except mom.
Pretty much anyone that was stronger than you and there were no other people to break it up as good samaritans. But if you hit the wrong person's kid or extended family you might get killed so there was that balancing influence.
I know from 95 to 2005 the discipline was my mom would call my dad when I screwed up and I would have to wait from either 9am to 5pm (depending on what time I screwed up) for him to get home and he would paddle me or whip me. And I’m grateful for the discipline!
i know my dad 32 yrs army but mom did all the whooping extension cord for stealing from her never stole from her ever again .
My Dad would get me with the belt here and there but my Grandmother would make me go out and pick out a switch. They definitely taught me that there are consequences in life and I should think before I act. It worked for me. I never thought I was abused.
I pitched a fit in the middle of the kitchen and mom threw a glass of water in my face, never pitched another fit I was three.
Hose, sandal, wooden spoon, belt both ends, not a switch but sometime we could choose which of the punishments we deserved. I learned to stuff cross word puzzle books down my pants lol
My dad caught me smoking.He smacked me on the face and said "if you want to smoke get a job and smoke with your own money"
I was just confused like huh?
I was born in 1971, I got beat with a belt, a switch, and a wooden paddle my grandfather made that had Notches in it to make it hurt more. Lol
I grew up with sticks of any sort/belt/shoes whatever to my behind my back and my hands. Left right hooks from my two older bros lol. I spent my childhood in the islands from 99-2009 and your teachers are allowed to hit you if you are too naughty. So that fear carried from your home to school. That’s why Polynesians who grew up in the islands are so humble and respectful. We were brought up with mad discipline lol
My dad would threaten to throw a bucket of water on my bed if I didn't get up for school. He once got to the point of bringing the bucket to my bed and I jumped out of bed.
i never had anything thrown at me by my dad, but i have lost track of the times my granddad have thrown me in the harbor when i messed up. i he dress me, walk me 2 miles to the harbor, stand me on the edge, pick me up and throw me. and then we walked home. better that than grandma. that woman was a NINJA with a wet dish cloth
as i got older, started getting a scooter at the age of 15, i discovered that police was also fans of punishment. if they caught us, we could call our parents OR take care of it here. which meant, an open palm slap or a gut punch. everyone chose the gut punch. it doesnt leave a mark.
I feel like abuse is done for no reason. Discipline is justified by the wrong-doings of the child. These days that system is all f**ked though. I remember getting everything from a slipper to a belt bruh. Right across the ass, no pullin' ahahaha. Shit made me wanna NEVER misbehave again. For a week or two anyway.
flipflops to the ears and one time a fryingpan
I grew up with a USMC Vietnam Veteran as a step dad. I will just leave that there. Hence why when I went to MCRD Parris Island, it was like coming home but without getting my a$$kicked.
Born in 2000, I didn’t get beat, unless I was being particularly bad, I would usually get sent to my room, then my mom would spend about an hour coming back and forth to yell at me some more.
Born in 1993. I grew up with sirs and mams. Get smacked upside the head for saying "aight". Switches,brooms,my ps2 power cord, kitchen utensils,work boots,belts,phone books. I also got the if you don't finish your meal you will greet it in the morning treatment.
lol one time I forgot to do the laundry before I went to bed, so my mom did the only logical thing she could think of and poured ice water on me
Born in 64' mom would chase us around the outside of the house with hot wheel tracks whipping us.......I was 5
My dad didn't have the heart to beat us with a belt, he used bundled twigs instead. -94 born.
Didn't do anything twig-worthy too much though, so I only have a vague memory of it.
Born 1994 in Sweden, never gotten hit, grew up with a single mom.
Waits for accusations of rehearsing your reaction to reacting to accusations of rehearsing your reaction!
I was born in the 1990 and my dad was a man of his word if he said "stop misbehaving or your getting a smack" you best believe he would do that shit, I got the belt, the ring hand and the spanking never did me any harm quite the opposite the pain helped remind me of the consequences of my actions I'm with burr the amount of times I've seen a kid scream the store down now a days and all I can think is if that was me at that age acting like that in public I'd be six feet under for that shit and my kids will have the same there is a big difference between disciplining and abusing, disciplining is when you come home after a hard day at work to find the living room trashed by your kid so you give em a spanking and send them to their room, abuse is when you've had a hard day at work and simply take it out on your kids when you get home. People and the law need to let parents do there thing and only step in when its actual abuse so often do I hear soft touched fuck nuggets say simply smacking your kids for doing wrong is also abuse when it's not its teaching your kids that there is consequences for acting like a twat it's funny how so many parents now dont understand why their kids turn into thugs when they get older and say stupid shit like "I dont know where I went wrong" I do love it's when you refused to do your job as a parent and let your kid walk all over you leaving people like me to kick ten bells of shit out of the pricks and doing their jobs for them fuck this nanny state world we live in
Liked and Subbed. Your reactions and mindset are identical to mine most times. Keep it up buddy.
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Born in 83 so just your basic belt. Only a handful of times, but I do remember when I did get whooped, it was for a good reason. I had a friend about five houses down the block from me in Chicago, who’s father hung a serpentine belt in the hallway and would beat him with it when he f*ckd up. You could literally hear him scream from your yard..
I got hit my an extension cord LMFAOOOO😂😂😂😂😂
I was never spanked, but my parents did the essay thing too. Actually really effective lol
First time I got in real trouble my dad gave me a 2x4 and watched me cut my own paddle out of a 2x4 with a band saw and then sanded it to his specifications and then he’d hold me up by my wrist or by the back of my pants and wear me out every time after that and the paddle stayed hung up on his nightstand until I was about 15 lol
Born in 73...My father would make me go get the wooden paddle, he made ,off the wall.After I walked it to him I got whooped....Also if I was bad my neighbors would woop ya before I got home to get it again lol
I didn't get water in my face, but I threw it in my daughter's face. (When she was in her forties).
I grew up in the 60's/70's. We got an ass whoopin' if we crossed the line.
Born in 91 and still got the wooden spoon.
"Five across the eye." That's how I grew up too. Mom would use a closed fist occasionally when I was a teenager. And I deserved all of it.
Belts. My dad used belts. Never once did I think he was abusing me. I did something stupid or treated someone disrespectfully I earned it.
Everyone came upside my head and I’m better for it.
When I was 9, my new born baby brother was placed in my room and I was suppose to get up with him...and still go to school the next day. One night I was so exhausted that I slept through his crying and my mom came in and dumped water on my face to wake me up.
I would hear " go find a switch". " Get going, you gonna let me do it"?
I would try to find one not
too skinny, or to fat.
He would say, "
5 swats if you don't move". Of course, after the first couple swats- I was trying to get away.
5 became 10, all while I fighting to run away ( my pops is 6"4 ). 😂
I was born in 1960. My parents rarely hit me but when it happened it was ALWAYS my mother. And usually, it was one of my father's belts. She had a terrible temper. The only thing my father did was he freaked out because I traded some of my toys for some GI Joes. He came home and made me trade them back. yelling at me no son of his was going to play with dolls. I was like here's my old man who didn't care much what I did as long as it wasn't anything too bad freaking out about GI Joe. LOL. Once my mother tried to put my head in the toilet bowl but thank God I was too big by then for her to be able to do it. The punishment I remember the most was just as Bill Burr said about the food but a little different. I was not allowed to leave the table for any reason until I ate everything on my plate. I was a picky eater so things like liver and fish would literally take me an hour to finish. I couldn't eat ham for years because she would give me this funny bumpy and chewy looking ham with veins in it that I hated. One day I helped bring in the groceries and there at the top of the bag was this huge cow tongue. All of a sudden I knew what that funny tasting ham was. The worst though was tomato juice or v8. The stuff would actually make me throw up. My mother was convinced I was doing it on purpose and at least once a week I spent like literally 2 hours at the table trying to get it down a little sip at a time. By the time I was 7 or 8 though all that stopped.
I had to go outside and get my own switch 😂 and it better be good. You didn't want mom to have to go get a replacement.
I grew up in a time where every kid got hit and there were no school shootings.....hmmm
I remember being smacked in the head at the dinner table for goofing off. I think it could have been handled better but I also think that no discipline would be far worse. My theory now is that all discipline should be beneficial in teaching a child. Any that causes a child to lose respect for the parent will only end up causing the child to rebel. Heb 12:5-11
I'm about Bill's age. In elementary school we had learned a song... "6 little ducks, I once knew. Fat ones, skinny ones, fair ones too. One little duck with a feather lead the others with a quack, quack, quack." it went on, memories are failing. But I told my friends if you change the d in duck to an f. They told on me and my dad punched me in the mouth which split my lip.
Had belts used on me. And dad once upgraded to a table leg. It was flat and widened near the top. He also put a hole it it so air passed through so it hurt more.
Keep us out of food (sister) dad put locks on the fridge and cupboard. I told the neighborhood kids and someone's parent called CPS. They investigated, but never heard anything else. So I guess that was okay. My sister sometimes got into the plain butter. Eat it all alone.
Switch from a weeping willow tree. That was like a whip.
74 here i got the shit kicked out of me. i love my parents to bits
I grew up with the threat of shit, like if my dad was really mad he would tell me he would sell everything I owned if I did that particular thing again. My mom drove me to a juvenile hall when I drove her van before I had a license. She told me if I did it again she would send me there. Im tellin you, I never did that shit again. They spanked me from time to time but they never hit me.
I was born in 96
And I’d been hit with broom, belts anything even covered me on water then spanked me
But all that was probably deserved
I think back and just laugh at those times and have fun with it