How did your parents discipline you?

[MorphingDragon]

When I was really little I was smacked. When I was older they would take away the cables to my computer or consoles.

The latter was much more effective as even when I was little I lived and breathed technology. I could build computers when I was about 10. Even when I was grounded they would let me play around with the old computer crap. I guess they wanted to encourage my talents?

 

[Worgen]

I only got spanked once, my folks could have done it more since I was really impulsive as a kid but that one time was probably more effective then a life time of it. It wasn't even hard or anything, just a quick flick with a belt that didn't hurt, but the build up to it was more effective than any pain would be. I have a great relationship with my folks now and if they had been more physical with punishment then I doubt I would be talking to them anymore. But, I am very good at carrying grudges.

 

[MorphingDragon]

i remember once my mother asked me to clean my room. she asked me again 10 minuets later and again 10 minuets after that. eventually she said clean your room or i will throw your atari in the bin!!! 10 mins later she said alright i'm throwing your atari in the bin, i beeged and pleaded and cried but inevitably the atari and all my games was smashed and thrown away and to this day if my parents ask me to do anything i fuck'n do it.

I never really got why it took me so long to clean my room when I was little.

It takes me like 10 minutes now, including wiping tables down.

 

[Dodgeboyuk]

my mother would smack me with a plastic spade (well at least i would behave at the beach) when i was naughty i would get the choice of a red or blue one... (then i had the choice or being more badder or good )

one red choice lead to making a mess with lego and refusing to clean up untill they gave up asking oh well its difficult keeping the blue choices going!!

One notable thing is that dad never bothered with discipline until that one time mum wouldn't let him watch the the TV in peace but he has always been lead by women rather than being a leader...

 

[Muspelheim]

I grew up in a household of journalists. When I did something wrong, and they knew that I knew that it was wrong, I'd simply be cornered and asked "Why? Why exactly did you do that?". Unless I could give a satisfactory explanation and apology, I'd be told off and put in my room. It was strangely effective.

But then again, striking children is illegal where I live. Obviously the state will utterly fail, because the children born post spaking will become feral freaks once they grow up.

Come to think of it, I know a whole bunch of adults that ought to be backed up in a corner and asked "Why did you do that?" until they either cough up a good reason or crack and begin to think about it.

 

[Teshi]

Thumpings and grandiose threats at apparently random intervals. I'm not really morally opposed to either corporal punishment or psychological warfare, but the way my folks did things, it was like one day you could steal a car without any consequences, but the next day you let the screen door slam shut, and you get surprise-whacked with a shoe. Wasn't terribly effective at honing anything other than our reflexes.

 

[xmbts]

They'd usually call me useless and tell me to fuck off. Unless I did something extreme in which case I got a good whack.

It's kept me from ever really trusting them to confide in.

 

[EeveeElectro]

I don't actually know. I honestly can't remember being an unruly child because I grew up seeing my brother be a tearaway.
He's 8 years older than me, and my sister is 4 years older and they were both little shits. They both got in trouble with the police numerous times and got into the bad crowd at school. They're both good now. The last time my brother got arrested was because he got into a fight defending me.
I used to see her get stressed and the lines on her face and I didn't like it so I told myself I'd be good because she's had enough to deal with.
My mother never raised her hand to me. We both agree beating a child isn't a good way to discipline them. I never once got grounded, then again I rarely went out. I'd try not to be bad because my mum gets absolutely hysterical over the tiniest things so I couldn't deal with the drama. I just remember her telling me off several times and I'd learn.

My dad was pretty terrible. He raised his fist to me plenty of times (he actually kept a spare snooker que behind the wardrobe he liked to use) even when I did nothing wrong sometimes but my siblings got it much worse so I'm fairly lucky. I got off very lightly because I was the youngest but if I did something wrong (like all humans do, they make mistakes) he'd get in my face and say "You did that wrong because you're stupid. You're dumb aren't you?" after I did something wrong he'd always demand, "And why did you do that?" and I'd have to reply "I wasn't thinking/because I'm stupid/because I'm an idiot/etc" and THEN he'd say, "Get it through your thick fucking skull [blah blah some lecture]"

That phrase is my berserk button. Someone said it to me a while ago and I just instinctively punched them as hard as I could in the face.

I actually turned out okayish in case anyone is worried I'm a lunatic. A little bit mentally unstable now but I typically disciplined myself and I'd retreat into my own little bubble and forget the horrible things that happened like I still do now.

All I know is I'll never hit my child, nor will I beat them down verbally because I want them to behave well out of love and respect for me, not fear.

[sub]This strangely feels good. I don't think I've told many people the extent of my childhood, so why not tell a forum full of strangers?[/sub]

 

[ThePenguinKnight]

Dragged into the back room and beaten with a piece of wood until it broke was my usual punishment. If at any point I have any children I doubt I'll be giving them the same treatment.

 

[Neuromancer]

My mother died when I was 5 and my father married again around a year and a half afterwards (I think he might have had an affair while my mother was alive but that is a story for another time). I was raised by an apathetic at best and vulgarly abusive at worst step-mother and a father who would either beat me up or throw insults at me. I never understood why they had this rampant hatred of me. I remember not wanting school to end, because then I'd have to be taken home, where I'd have to hide in my little room and wish they don't notice I exist.

As I reached puberty, I was already fed up at them. I just wanted to leave, fuck everything else. And I did. I finished primary school and found a job at 16. My best friend, who simply didn't want to continue studying, offered me to join him in renting a cheap apartment and split the rent. And so I did. When my father saw me pack my bags and leave, after declaring my intentions he told me something along the lines of "You're talking as if I ever gave a fuck about you to begin with".

In all honesty, that decision to quit school would come back and bite me in the arse, and I'm working on remendying that right now. But all in all, believe it or not, my childhood wasn't what would end up breaking me emotionally. That came some years later.

 

[morrie man]

Nyeh was the usual smack on the but for being naughty, little bit of insults but I think when I was turning into a teen they threw me out....So yeah would I do the same, Never would I throw my own child out, end of discussion.

 

[Drakane]

I may catch mod wrath for this but.... To some of my fellow Escapists, your parents are worthless, shit bags and what many of you have said they did to you was fucking despicable, illegal, and intolerable. I am sorry anyone has to grow up in such situations and wish society wouldn't turn a blind eye to such abuse. Hopefully you all are able to see you aren't the ones to blame for your parents failures... I will get off my soap box now, I have just seen and heard way to much about this stuff through my exes work and it really upsets me.

OT: I was the youngest of 3, my brother was a hellian (oldest), sister angel (2nd oldest), and I didn't get caught much. Growing up nothing I did was as bad as what my brother had done before me, and until my teen years I didn't really need to be punished. I caught a wood ladle across the ass a time or two, and I think I got grounded for a day once for leaving my bike outside... and was released after 2 hours. When I became a teenager, I was normally around my brother and though my parents knew I was drinking with him, they figured I would anyways and at least I was being safe and not driving home drunk. So they pretty much turned a blind eye as long as they knew where to find me and I kept in contact.

I think I turned out pretty all right, I still drink a bit... but that is kind of my family's way.

My mom did make my brother stand up straight in the middle of the kitchen at 1 am while shit faced while she yelled at him, followed by making him scoop dog poop by flash light. When he was done she turned on the back patio light, looked out the door said "Yep I see some you missed, better go do it again."...

If I have kids, creative punishment while ignoring some of the behavior if they are being safeish is a good way to go. But I am willing to spank

 

[Shock and Awe]

Grounding/Punishment/Restrictions were the main thing, but when my fuck ups were significant I got a good old fashioned ass whoopin, and by that I mean a police belt to the bare ass and legs. It was pretty fucking effective. I see myself doing about the same with my kids, but less belt to rear three hours after the fact, and more palm to the head immediately after it happened.