I lived in a black neighborhood. We were the only white family. Back in those days there was discrimination as there still is today. My father was a bigot and used the "N" word all the time. He still used it to the day he died which was 2001. I would say "daddy, don't say that" but he did what he wanted to do. He was a very self-centered man and thought no one was better than him. He talked very loudly and I was afraid someone would hear what he said.
Even thought he was a bigot, I wasn't and was friends with the children. We walked to school together played hopscotch or jacks or tag with my neighbors.
There was a man across the street from our house that talked to me all the time. He was harmless but my father being the person that he was thought that I was flirting with this man. One day I was sitting on the man's doorstep and my father saw me. When I went home, my father beat me to a pulp with a belt. He beat me so hard that I had to hang onto the dresser for dear life. His words were heartbreaking what he said to me.
That was the second time that my father beat me. He did it once before when I was 8 years old, in the same way, with a belt in front of other family members.
No matter how old you are, you never forget.
Have you ever been the victim of your parents anger?
My mother used a wooden paddle with the words "Board of Education" on it. I think it was supposed to be a decoration, not actually used for that purpose, but she used it. Wooden spoons, too...thick ones...or hairbrushes. Whatever she could get her hands on.
I not only took my own beatings, but stepped in front of my younger sister, who was 7 years younger than me, to take hers. The baby never had to be protected...she was "perfect", and never got blamed or beat.
I don't remember too many individual beatings, just the overall experience. I've forgiven her, and we get along well now, and can even hang out as friends...but my sister still has trouble with the shoulder that mom broke that paddle over. Yeah, it wasn't always on our butt...it was wherever the blows landed. Trust me, places like your spine and shoulder hurt more when struck with wood or hard plastic objects.
"I was physically abused as a child y my mom; she passed in '89 and,I never got the chance to forgive her.But,we loved eachother,we both knew we did.I sometimes take a walk to where she is resting and,tell her that I miss her and that I've forgiven her...".
I will never be able to read these exposés by members here without a feeling of horror and hopelessness for the human race...that's just the way it is...some things never change, least of all people..
pretzelman: I will never forgive my father for what he has done to me and what he has caused in my life.
Although most of the pain now is self inflicted because I won't forgive or forget
I forgave because I can't hold a grudge against someone for what they don't even remember doing it. And believe me, she's sincere. My mother honestly has never had any memory of these things...it was like it was a different person doing it, and yet she doesn't have a split personality.
Forget? Well, yeah...I've forgotten a lot of it, but not the overall experience. But I've forgiven. I just made sure I never did it to my own children, and spent many years getting rid of the temper I had that would make me capable of it. I did my own anger management therapy, and it succeeded. I broke the chain, and that's the most important thing.
That's brilliant!!...I like that..."break the chain"...
druidess6308: I Forget? Well, yeah...I've forgotten a lot of it, but not the overall experience. But I've forgiven. I just made sure I never did it to my own children, and spent many years getting rid of the temper I had that would make me capable of it. I did my own anger management therapy, and it succeeded. I broke the chain, and that's the most important thing.
druidess6308: I forgave because I can't hold a grudge against someone for what they don't even remember doing it. And believe me, she's sincere. My mother honestly has never had any memory of these things...it was like it was a different person doing it, and yet she doesn't have a split personality.
Forget? Well, yeah...I've forgotten a lot of it, but not the overall experience. But I've forgiven. I just made sure I never did it to my own children, and spent many years getting rid of the temper I had that would make me capable of it. I did my own anger management therapy, and it succeeded. I broke the chain, and that's the most important thing.
"I've come to learn that the cycle never stops but,have also learned how to control the anger of being an abused child.Sometimes I catch myself getting angry at my children for no particular reason and,that scares me.I never want this to happen to my children.Life and the experiences of it makes you take the wiser choice and,the choice of a better life ....for them."
druidess6308: I forgave because I can't hold a grudge against someone for what they don't even remember doing it. And believe me, she's sincere. My mother honestly has never had any memory of these things...it was like it was a different person doing it, and yet she doesn't have a split personality.
Forget? Well, yeah...I've forgotten a lot of it, but not the overall experience. But I've forgiven. I just made sure I never did it to my own children, and spent many years getting rid of the temper I had that would make me capable of it. I did my own anger management therapy, and it succeeded. I broke the chain, and that's the most important thing.
I didn't forgive him and never spoke to him about it. Although years I would look at him and wonder how could he do that to the little girl he called his "tail light". That came from always being by his side wherever he went.
My mother had died and when he had triple bypass surgery I was the one who helped him get well. Twelve years later when he had COPD I was the one again who helped him for the next five years until he died at the age of 96 in 2001.
I couldn't let him down when he needed help. The day he died the nursing home called me and said he had gone. I went there and took him in my arms and cried overwhelming tears and said "daddy". And I still cry when I think of that moment.
morgan5: yep, my Father and i don't speak to this day.
One positive thing that came out of it, i vowed i would never control my Children with fear.
Hi Morgan. My mother also slapped me but never beat me. It was hell in my house not only as a child but even when I got older until the day I left home when I was 20 years old.
Lagoona22: I don't know how you can love a parent who has beaten you, and abused you...I wouldn't.
It has been the only love known. It is easy when you think this is normal behavior. When you mature and find you were singled out, is when you get mad, even or become an abuser yourself.
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I lived in a black neighborhood. We were the only white family. Back in those days there was discrimination as there still is today. My father was a bigot and used the "N" word all the time. He still used it to the day he died which was 2001. I would say "daddy, don't say that" but he did what he wanted to do. He was a very self-centered man and thought no one was better than him. He talked very loudly and I was afraid someone would hear what he said.
Even thought he was a bigot, I wasn't and was friends with the children. We walked to school together played hopscotch or jacks or tag with my neighbors.
There was a man across the street from our house that talked to me all the time. He was harmless but my father being the person that he was thought that I was flirting with this man. One day I was sitting on the man's doorstep and my father saw me. When I went home, my father beat me to a pulp with a belt. He beat me so hard that I had to hang onto the dresser for dear life. His words were heartbreaking what he said to me.
That was the second time that my father beat me. He did it once before when I was 8 years old, in the same way, with a belt in front of other family members.
No matter how old you are, you never forget.
Have you ever been the victim of your parents anger?