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How were you disciplined as a child?

How were you disciplined?


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I'm curious... were you raised by beatings and belts or did your parents use a non-violent verbal method?

Public poll, please be honest.
 
Belt - but I was a good kid I never needed it

My teenage years were a different story but I was too old for a belt by then
 
I was slapped on the ass with a belt until I was about 6 or 7 years old when I laughed at my mother instead of crying after being hit, caused a non drinker to drink that night. LMAO
After that my mother resorted to name calling and verbal. She would tell me I was a little bitch,or that I was just like my father, or what not and then tell me I was grounded. I would irritate the crap out of her until she let me do whatever I wanted so she would unground me no more than 1/2 hour after telling me I was grounded. Then it got to the point where she could never be botherd with me. So I did not know what punishment was!
 
I'm curious... were you raised by beatings and belts or did your parents use a non-violent verbal method?

Public poll, please be honest.

It was verbal for me
My dad never really put his hands on us, all he had to do is give us (my brother and I) a look. My mom was all talk lol, she was a softie.
 
I got the shit kicked out of me on a regular basis. But I deserved it most of the time. When my dad found out that he punished me for something I didn't do, he'd say,

"Oh well, I got you for something I don't know about."

:lmao:
 
beatings,belts and groundings that felt like prison sentences

Same here. My dad never laid a hand on us, he didn't have to.

Unfortunately when my parents divorced and my mom was just angry all the time, it went from discipline to flat out abuse.
 
Same here. My dad never laid a hand on us, he didn't have to.

Unfortunately when my parents divorced and my mom was just angry all the time, it went from discipline to flat out abuse.

You and the woman see eye to eye on discipline? Or has it yet to be discussed?
 
It was verbal for me
My dad never really put his hands on us, all he had to do is give us (my brother and I) a look. My mom was all talk lol, she was a softie.
No, I got in trouble alot, but I didn't fuck with either of them, cause well they both were not to be trifled with.
 
I was never spanked with anything other than a hand tho....not as punishment.....:D

By your parents? That must have scarred you emotionally huh? No wonder...
 
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
 
No, I got in trouble alot, but I didn't fuck with either of them, cause well they both were not to be trifled with.

I got grounded, locked in the bathroom a few times lol. I would starve myself, see if they would feel bad, but yeah that didn't work. They knew I had to eat sometime. So I had to behave out of fear. My parents were very strict, I don't blame them now. I think I will be just as strict with my own kids some day. Scary thought...:mix:
 
It has yet to be discussed. My dog has never been hit when he was misbehaving. Hopefully I'll do a good enough job with her the disciplining will be minimal.

The wife? I dunno bro, women are stubborn. I can't believe you haven't had to beat the wife into submission at least twice a month since you've known her.
 
I got grounded, locked in the bathroom a few times lol. I would starve myself, see if they would feel bad, but yeah that didn't work. They knew I had to eat sometime. So I had to behave out of fear. My parents were very strict, I don't blame them now. I think I will be just as strict with my own kids some day. Scary thought...:mix:
Yeah my mom is like al pacino in a small asians woman body, she's a loud talker, not scared of anything, I talked to her last night and she got pulled over for speeding, and she always gets into it with cops, so she starts telling him that the reason he pulled her over is cause he doesn't dig on asians driving mercedess. She lays into him bout not catching drug dealers and that pulling doctors over en route to emergencies should be a crime. He threatens to take her in, so she throws her hands in up in his grill, and orders him to take her away. I guess she called his bluff, but she got nailed with over 200 in tickets.

She didn't care, I think she feeds off of shit like that. Yeah I just got sneakier. Talking back to my folks was never even thought of. My brother tried that shit once, and now I know that my mom has a left like a guatemalan welterweight. Almost dropped his ass, dude I remember the first thought, was like whoah, my mom hits like a dude.
 
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

:eek2:

How are you not more fucked up?
 
Was never really grounded, but spankage was my parents discipline method of choice for all of my brothers and I. Looking back I thank them for it, especially when I see how fucking retarded brat kids are these days.

I used to physically discipline my dogs (smack them lightly on the butt) when they would bark or do something they were not supposed to. Guess what? They stopped doing it.

I also discipline my wife by punching her in the kidney when dinner isnt ready by the time I get home. Theres something wrong with her learning curve apparently.
 
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

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my parents were young when i was born (22) and my dad was REAL strict at first. he was overbearing and kinda maniacal. i think i was scared of him as a young kid. he didnt abuse us, but fuckin A, you did not cross him ever. no one did. He spanked my bro and I with belt a few times. and his hand. But mostly, he didnt have to, hed just get a stern voice and the look and youd straighten up real quick.
he chilled out over the years so my youngest siblings didnt feel the wrath quite like I did (im the oldest).
now my dad's a big softie, but still, no one crosses Big Daddy
 
lol


I bet she has you pussy whipped.

Hogwash. (Or as my dad would say: hogworsh).

Just to prove it Ill post a pic of me burning her with an iron.
 
oh and as i got older, my dad got real creative with the punishments. he made my bro keep the trash cans from the garage in his room for weeks because he wouldnt keep his room clean,. LOL dude had all the household trash up in his bedroom lolol ewwww
or, hed take everything off shelves, drawers, closets, bedding, and pile it in the middle of the floor and say "now clean it"
fuck I got that one a few times. nothing worse than having your maniac dad tearinig your bedroom to shreds and then telling you to clean it/

once i was a senior in HS and i was a real asshole i guess (lol) and my dad finally had enough one morning when i took the clothes outta the dryer and put them onto the floor (wtf was i thinking)/. he came up and dragged me outta bed by my ear, threw me into the laundry room and proceeded to yell profanities at me pointing at the clothes on the floor then he threw a empty laundry basket at me as i was rolled up in a ball on the floor scared as shit. my mom was behind him in her robe (i remember this) yelling for him to stop. i think she thought he was so mad at me he might fucking kill me. then he threw a suitcase at me and told me to gtfo (only time he ever did that, he felt so bad about it, he apologized within minutes)

so, as you can see, i get my exlosive temper from big daddy. but im easy going like mom. so i only explode rarely
 
oh and as i got older, my dad got real creative with the punishments. he made my bro keep the trash cans from the garage in his room for weeks because he wouldnt keep his room clean,. LOL dude had all the household trash up in his bedroom lolol ewwww
or, hed take everything off shelves, drawers, closets, bedding, and pile it in the middle of the floor and say "now clean it"
fuck I got that one a few times. nothing worse than having your maniac dad tearinig your bedroom to shreds and then telling you to clean it/

once i was a senior in HS and i was a real asshole i guess (lol) and my dad finally had enough one morning when i took the clothes outta the dryer and put them onto the floor (wtf was i thinking)/. he came up and dragged me outta bed by my ear, threw me into the laundry room and proceeded to yell profanities at me pointing at the clothes on the floor then he threw a empty laundry basket at me as i was rolled up in a ball on the floor scared as shit. my mom was behind him in her robe (i remember this) yelling for him to stop. i think she thought he was so mad at me he might fucking kill me. then he threw a suitcase at me and told me to gtfo (only time he ever did that, he felt so bad about it, he apologized within minutes)

so, as you can see, i get my exlosive temper from big daddy. but im easy going like mom. so i only explode rarely


Pics or STFU
 
Was never really grounded, but spankage was my parents discipline method of choice for all of my brothers and I. Looking back I thank them for it, especially when I see how fucking retarded brat kids are these days.

I used to physically discipline my dogs (smack them lightly on the butt) when they would bark or do something they were not supposed to. Guess what? They stopped doing it.

I also discipline my wife by punching her in the kidney when dinner isnt ready by the time I get home. Theres something wrong with her learning curve apparently.

What do you tell a woman with two black eyes? Nothing, you told her twice already and she didn't listen.
 
What do you tell a woman with two black eyes? Nothing, you told her twice already and she didn't listen.

ooololollolollol
 
The wife? I dunno bro, women are stubborn. I can't believe you haven't had to beat the wife into submission at least twice a month since you've known her.

lol

If you knew her you'd realize how close to being true that is.
 
How can someone never be spanked? It does not make sense to me!!

:wavey:

I wasn't spanked, it was more verbal
I was just afraid of my dad, he was always so serious and mean lol. My ass would be grounded or locked up for a few. Believe me they were strict. I'm 26 and they still act like I'm a little girl sometimes. If I don't pick up my moms calls, forget it. She would be like " you got me worried to death, what happened...". God bless her heart, she is a good mom.
 
never spanked...I turned out to be a good kid. There are various ways to effectively get accross a message. My parents employed different ones. The mere idea of my dad being disappointed in me was more horrifying to me than anything else could have been.
 
when i pissed them off enought i give a shit it was beatings and mental abuse, I resent my father quite a bit
 
:wavey:

I wasn't spanked, it was more verbal
I was just afraid of my dad, he was always so serious and mean lol. My ass would be grounded or locked up for a few. Believe me they were strict. I'm 26 and they still act like I'm a little girl sometimes. If I don't pick up my moms calls, forget it. She would be like " you got me worried to death, what happened...". God bless her heart, she is a good mom.
Dude, nice one on Chris's avatar, I was a much better looking baby than one the with dart on his forehead.
If I don't answer my mom's calls she leaves the most fucked up messages, and she's a loud talker, kinda high pitched, and she fake laughs after her threatening punch lines.. its so annoying. But yeah, if I don't answer I get reminded of all the stupid shit i did as a kid, or basically mild death threats, -not really-. She never learns either, to just chill out. Still, I complain, but still only pick up half the time.
Need to work on this one.
 
:wavey:

I wasn't spanked, it was more verbal
I was just afraid of my dad, he was always so serious and mean lol. My ass would be grounded or locked up for a few. Believe me they were strict. I'm 26 and they still act like I'm a little girl sometimes. If I don't pick up my moms calls, forget it. She would be like " you got me worried to death, what happened...". God bless her heart, she is a good mom.

That is awesome that you never got spanked, hit, etc.

My dad never hit us either, my mom says he did but I cannot recall it nor can I picture it..All I remember him doing is threats of "Do you want to go home to your mother", or just barely getting loud...My mom on the other hand, she yells when she talks,so one can only imagine how she sounds when she yells!! Once I laughed at the belt all she ever did was yell, and yell.
 
I actually was never spanked that I can remember. I can remember my father: bouncing my head off a wall, dropping me with a swift right to the face, slapping me in the back of the head often, screaming at me, mentally abusing me, and generally making me feel like a piece of human garbage. My father would go on "mental benders," imagine shit, and beat the shit out of me and mom for hallucinatory infractions, actually.

I'm trying to work this shit out considering the time of year and all ...

Anyway, I actually was a good child, quiet, liked to read. My mother never disciplined me but we did get into a few fist fights in my teens.
 
Dude, nice one on Chris's avatar, I was a much better looking baby than one the with dart on his forehead.
If I don't answer my mom's calls she leaves the most fucked up messages, and she's a loud talker, kinda high pitched, and she fake laughs after her threatening punch lines.. its so annoying. But yeah, if I don't answer I get reminded of all the stupid shit i did as a kid, or basically mild death threats, -not really-. She never learns either, to just chill out. Still, I complain, but still only pick up half the time.
Need to work on this one.


You know what I meant about the asian baby..<hint>
Yeah, my mom is much better now. She would keep calling if I didn't pick up...I'm hard headed too. I don't care who you are If I don't pick up the first time, I will definitely not pick up the second or third time. She is getting better now. If a day goes by and I don't hear from her, I'm the one who gets worried. Weird huh
 
lol his arms ARE short. fuck i got short arms too.
I dig the pics, your old man does have some short ass arms. lol

One good thing about you though is, it really takes alot before you explode, cause of your emotional sensitive acuity. I mean you got like an intrinsic subconscious feel for how much to explode or what is appropriate. Second you have a natural, innate tendency to express what you are feeling. The worst thing you can do is do it indirectly, but you don't you are frank in what you want or need and how U feel. To me that's always a great sign of psychological maturity.

Man this started out as me +1age on your old man's short arms, but strayed off and and went into geigh analysis mode, sorry Smurf. lol

Cliff notes
Smurfy got game.
 
I dig the pics, your old man does have some short ass arms. lol

One good thing about you though is, it really takes alot before you explode, cause of your emotional sensitive acuity. I mean you got like an intrinsic subconscious feel for how much to explode or what is appropriate. Second you have a natural, innate tendency to express what you are feeling. The worst thing you can do is do it indirectly, but you don't you are frank in what you want or need and how U feel. To me that's always a great sign of psychological maturity.

Man this started out as me +1age on your old man's short arms, but strayed off and and went into geigh analysis mode, sorry Smurf. lol

Cliff notes
Smurfy got game.
this is something im just now learning how to do. all my life ive been horribly bad at it. and it caused me lots of problems. so im working on it. still not that great at expressing
 
when I was little I got my ass spanked, when I got older my dad would just grab me by the back of the neck and squeeze until I dropped

he stopped once I was in high school and bigger than him

I remember once I got caught smoking weed and was grounded for over 6 months. Parents were strict as fuck. Didn't work :)
 
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
OMG. You could be my twin!
 
verbal and physical abuse from dad (spankings)
the verbal still cuts deep to this day

mom never did shit
I was baby jesus to her
 
My mom is not to be fucked with, she called me cause she got pulled over by the highway patrol and got into it with him accusing him of classism, racism, and everything she could think of, and he almost took her ass in, she even through her hands in his grill sayin I dont believe U, do it then. She called his bluff and wasn't taken in, but got over 200 in tickets. I grew up kinda spoiled.
I grew up learning how to develop stealth skills, when I did get busted, just accepted the interrogation, cause fighting back was suicide. But yeah, you would never know that el madre was so fierce, being 5 0 115 lbs, but she left like manny pacquiao, she almost dropped my older brother after he dropped the f bomb when I was young. Napoleonic Filipino women aint nothin to fuck with.
 
whippings, beatings, torture etc and to think, now we're older we actually have to pay someone good money for that kind of excitement
 
i got my ass whupped when i stepped out of line. . .quick, clean, simple, and (contrary to popular belief) non-violent correction for unacceptable bevahior. . .what could be better??
 
of course, everyone on EF grew up in abject poverty and got their ass beat every day by their parents and walked to school everyday in the snow uphill both ways and then grew up to all be model citizens with 12" cocks and $500K income and mansions and lambos and 5% BF.

Of Coarse
 
my mom smacked me a few times until i became old enough to hit back.
They weren't home a lot though. i know that sounds like a "woah is me" thing, but from the time I was 9 I was alone for most of the time. They either didn't come home, or came home after I was asleep and was still sleeping when I left for school. they went away on the weekends a lot.

So i didn't really get in trouble cause I didn't know where they were.
 
my mom smacked me a few times until i became old enough to hit back.
They weren't home a lot though. i know that sounds like a "woah is me" thing, but from the time I was 9 I was alone for most of the time. They either didn't come home, or came home after I was asleep and was still sleeping when I left for school. they went away on the weekends a lot.

So i didn't really get in trouble cause I didn't know where they were.

sorry to hear you had such absentee parenting
 
of course, everyone on EF grew up in abject poverty and got their ass beat every day by their parents and walked to school everyday in the snow uphill both ways and then grew up to all be model citizens with 12" cocks and $500K income and mansions and lambos and 5% BF.

Of Coarse


my entire family (for the most part) was attorneys and a small sect of engineers

I was spoiled being an only child and an only grandchild on one side of my family
I got my ass whooped
I eventually rebeled and I now live in suburbia after my walk on the wild side...uhhh, but probably not like the suburbia you would typically picture
 
Very hard by some, very lenient by others.

I don't belive in hard discipline, I believe is pleading and asking for someone to be better or too change with love, and being as kind as possible.

I remember every person that strong armed me, and its does not feel good. I would never strong arm someone or a child.
 
my entire family (for the most part) was attorneys and a small sect of engineers

I was spoiled being an only child and an only grandchild on one side of my family
I got my ass whooped
I eventually rebeled and I now live in suburbia after my walk on the wild side...uhhh, but probably not like the suburbia you would typically picture

what kind of suburbia are you talking about exactly
 
see the huge discrepenacy in the figures?
maybe that is legit...but i think it is some
efronttery.
every ebro grew up poor and got his ass beat and worked 4 jobs at 13.
i rarely meat these peeps in real life though.
 
Smacks, belts, wooden spoons, soap in the mouth. I was once made to kneel down on the cement floor for an hour (not in a sexual way) because I wouldn't shut up.
 
see the huge discrepenacy in the figures?
maybe that is legit...but i think it is some
efronttery.
every ebro grew up poor and got his ass beat and worked 4 jobs at 13.
i rarely meat these peeps in real life though.

I had a paper route for a couple of years in grades 5 and 6. :) We moved before 7th grade, so I had to give it up. Didn't get a real job again until I was 15.
 
sorry to hear you had such absentee parenting

hopefully it made me a better parent.
btw, I did NOT grow up poor, as in bino's typical EF story. I grew up rather wealthy. also, my stepfather never hit me- it was just my mom.
my stepdad didn't speak to me for 2 years though. from age 13-15. not one word.
 
I got my ass spanked hard. I can tell you , I never got out of hand in public after that :D My cousin , never got spanked and he was out of control in public places.
 
All they had to do was threaten to tell my Grandma... Grandma was under 5' tall, and about 95 lbs, but GERMAN! I needn't say more.

Charles
 
Spanking, couple of belts, once back talked real nasty to my dad and he was gonna slap me and kinda changed his mind in the middle of it so he hit me with just 2 fingers in the mouth, still hurt as hell.... and once got hit with a tube in my behind (pvc/thin plumbing kind) because he couldnt find the belt and it was handy... :worried:
 
my parents kept a bunch of jars in the basement, and each one had an aborted fetus inside. whenever i misbehaved my parents told me they regretted having me, and made me sit in the fetus room
 
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I used to collect flowers when I was young

I still remember when an adult figure Crushed them for no reason......


And no Im not gay.

I also remember in catholic school the intimidation of me by teachers cus I was not Catholic

Violence in any form is NO GOOD.

We are reasoning human beings, you reach people by the use of higher function/reason, care, not through fear.
 
my parents kept a bunch of jars in the basement, and each one had an aborted fetus inside. whenever i misbehaved my parents told me they regretted having me, and made me sit in the fetus room

lmao!
 
I had a paper route for a couple of years in grades 5 and 6. :) We moved before 7th grade, so I had to give it up. Didn't get a real job again until I was 15.

and i believe you, but you didn't need it to put food on
the fam's table like every other hardscrabble ebro.
families that take in vietnamese refugees aren't
gonna be struggling too bad.
 
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