My parents hit me with wooden and large plastic spoons, belts, thongs (flip flops), and the good ol' trusty hand.
I don't remember deserving it... I remember having an altercation with my sister when I was probably about 10 (it didn't come to blows or nothing, just heated words) and instead of hearing me out my dad just hauled me off to my room where I sobbed til my mum actually asked what had happened.
I remember being told off for writing my name all over the couch in biro. However it wasn't me, it was my sister, and she had learnt to write my name first, since it was easier. But again my father didn't listen, just hit me and put me in my room.
I remember him always threatening me with his hand or his belt or his thong, and even when I was 15 or so he would always say to me "you're not too young for me to smack ya know". He shut up though when I told him I'd hit him back.
I don't think it's a good method of punishment. My father taught me nothing good from it - it taught me fear, and it taught me that violence is the only way to resolve issues.
For a very long time I would flinch when someone raised their hand quickly, and I still do sometimes. Sometimes just cringe waiting for that hand to come down and hit me and it breaks my best friend's heart when I do it to her, because she would never hit me.
In so far as violence... when my parents divorced I decided as the eldest to take on the role of my disciplining father, and would bail my siblings up in a corner and hit them if they cried and yell at them that I would give them something to cry about. I took it upon myself to make sure they were disciplined the same way I was. That's a terrible thing for a 12 year old to think.
I persisted until I was about 20, and realised that yes, my father treated me that way, and he was always a violent man with a quick temper (Italians, heh). And that's how I was raised, but not how I wanted to be any more. So I taught myself other ways to resolve conflicts, grew as a person.
And then I got disowned by my father because he couldn't handle how I had outgrown him, while he was still stuck as an angry, violent man.
TL;DR version: Hitting kids is bad, at least it was for me. It taught me fear and a violent way to reconcile differences.
I don't remember deserving it... I remember having an altercation with my sister when I was probably about 10 (it didn't come to blows or nothing, just heated words) and instead of hearing me out my dad just hauled me off to my room where I sobbed til my mum actually asked what had happened.
I remember being told off for writing my name all over the couch in biro. However it wasn't me, it was my sister, and she had learnt to write my name first, since it was easier. But again my father didn't listen, just hit me and put me in my room.
I remember him always threatening me with his hand or his belt or his thong, and even when I was 15 or so he would always say to me "you're not too young for me to smack ya know". He shut up though when I told him I'd hit him back.
I don't think it's a good method of punishment. My father taught me nothing good from it - it taught me fear, and it taught me that violence is the only way to resolve issues.
For a very long time I would flinch when someone raised their hand quickly, and I still do sometimes. Sometimes just cringe waiting for that hand to come down and hit me and it breaks my best friend's heart when I do it to her, because she would never hit me.
In so far as violence... when my parents divorced I decided as the eldest to take on the role of my disciplining father, and would bail my siblings up in a corner and hit them if they cried and yell at them that I would give them something to cry about. I took it upon myself to make sure they were disciplined the same way I was. That's a terrible thing for a 12 year old to think.
I persisted until I was about 20, and realised that yes, my father treated me that way, and he was always a violent man with a quick temper (Italians, heh). And that's how I was raised, but not how I wanted to be any more. So I taught myself other ways to resolve conflicts, grew as a person.
And then I got disowned by my father because he couldn't handle how I had outgrown him, while he was still stuck as an angry, violent man.
TL;DR version: Hitting kids is bad, at least it was for me. It taught me fear and a violent way to reconcile differences.