Comments on: Please beat your kids

By: Jeremy

Jeremy — Sat, 07 Apr 2012 01:22:20 +0000

all of u guys who claim to be such pacifists are sad cases and sissies. i was raised in a household where discipline is top priority, it is true that there is a clear borderline between discipline and abuse however physical discipline is purely effective. i was one rotten kid and as a kid i used to play all sorts of pranks, steal, and even get into fights, but despite being beaten half to death and even being carried to the hospital at times (no joke) i appreciate everything my parents have done for me because im proud of where i stand today. physical discipline created fear in me for the time being but as you grow you begin to understand your parents actions more clearly and reflect upon how it makes you a different person. my parents havent touched me in years and the reason being is that the discipline ive endured before has made me a more sensible person. i am 19 now and ive made my parents proud. i witness children nowadays who whine and complain about not getting things i dream of getting and it makes me sick, parents need to change their methods and this may not apply to all children and families, however it is quite evident that the most well mannered and intelligent people ive endured are from well disciplined families.

By: cameron

cameron — Tue, 26 Apr 2011 05:51:34 +0000

I wasn’t done. All of the sissies I know were beaten. To this day when my father tells the story in. Front of people of how when I was little he told me he was gonna beat me everyday from here on out if I didn’t clean my room, I hate him. He and I will never havethe relationship that he wishes we had.

So is that what you want? Do you want your kids to grow up with fear? To be scared of you? To hide first the cigarettes, then the beer, then the weed, cocain, sex….must I go on? Then one day when you are like my dad You tell the story as I mentioned and also spend every evening feeling like you are missing out on all of the thongs in your child’s life.

It is disappointing that when Googling help for such an issue I come accross a post like this. You don’t remember your beating. I do. I am also 30 and still dealing with how it has affected my relationships and my ability to chase dreams.

By: cameron

cameron — Tue, 26 Apr 2011 05:32:24 +0000

I can’t sleep this evening after dinner with my father. Often something triggers a memory of my belt beatings. He jokes about it to this day as if it means nothing. The fear you are talking about made me spend my almost 30 years completely ruled by fear. It helped shape my passive aggressive behavoir which after some therapy I finally have some control(however reading your post tonight makes me want to throw a temper tantrum).

The most intelligent, confident, loving, loyal, disciplined(as well as self) talented, loyal, tough as nails kids I know were never beaten. The reason is because their parents say do or dont do something and mean what they say. Whatever the punishment is the get it no matter what the circumstaces.

By: lawler

lawler — Wed, 25 Aug 2010 01:49:38 +0000

Always a shock to learn that the world has so many opinions, eh?

Brains take a long time to grow. Consensus is that the ability to properly understand cause and effect takes ~23 to 30 years. Of course, if you’re not already that old, you’ll deny that you’re impaired by being unable to see the long term implications of behaviour.

if you haven’t taught your kids about the real shortcuts to success (which are anything but), there’s little chance that they’ll figure it out until it’s too late to do anything with the knowledge… cue parents warning kids.

I think the big thing is to make sure they get to experience the joy of “no” and “he77 no!” over and over as toddlers/kids/adolescents. Because if they wait until they’re 30-something to come to grips with the big unexplored universe of No, they’ll be mighty sad tomatoes… and mess up a bunch of lives at the same time.

My dad beat me periodically until I got big enough to scare him off. His dad was worse on him by a hundred-fold, and I pity the childhood of his dad’s dad. Must have involved scalping and branding irons, but then again he was an indian fighter around the time of the civil war.

One day I found some letters, only to discover that the son of the indian fighter grew up to marry and live with two women who liked each other a lot. A whole lot, along with a cast of a dozen or so french beavers*, a small raft of white powder and enough hooch to float your cooch. In the midwest, no less.

Wild parties circa 1920, until WW2 put an end to it, more or less. Fast forward to me remembering one of the women as a cranky old spinster (church going, fire and brimstone, no fun)in her 90s. You’d never have known without the letters. House was empty save for a bible, a cross and a cat.

I’m guessing she died wishing she’d had more “no” in her life, but less violence.

* yes, that’s EXACTLY what I meant. They had pelts in those days.

By: Kianjai Huggan

Kianjai Huggan — Wed, 23 Jun 2010 18:29:57 +0000

FEAR IS NOT RESPECT!