I am just curious as to what you all think in terms of how abusive my parents were while raising me, relatively speaking. On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being not abusive at all, and 10 being heinously abusive.
Here’s the scenario: parents were hard working, over protective, controlling. With their hours, we saw them for a few hrs a night, from about 8:30-10:30pm. We weren’t allowed to have friends over or go over to see any friends, or have any socialization outside of school. They were extremely strict. We got beaten for non-exceptional grades, and for minor infractions like misplacing a pen, or forgetting to lock a door. The bruises were visible, but went away after a few days. I sincerely believed that our father was capable of killing us or seriously maiming us if we did something disobedient. Our mother was a non-participant in parenting, other than cooking and cleaning.
We never were really allowed to speak to our parents openly other than to answer in the affirmative or negative. They spoke to us, sometimes for hours, or they yelled at us. Our father has beaten up other family members for disrespecting him. We always had all the necessities we needed-clothing, food, shelter.
We weren’t allowed to attend school social functions. We were sometimes allowed to attend birthday parties, but not without difficulty. They never praised us, but were highly critical. Name-calling, putting us down, expressing disappointment in who we were, was frequent. My father occasionally would rage, without warning, and it was truly scary, but he was rarely out of control- just angry and methodical.
No broken bones or black eyes. The closest he came to losing control was when I forgot to do an art homework assignment and the teacher asked me to write a letter about why I forgot and have it signed by my father. He slapped me so hard I fell off the couch, I saw stars, and then he kicked me in the stomach for a while, and then ripped up all of my school notebooks and told me he was taking me out of school.
Most other times, the beatings were viscous but methodical. So how bad was it? 1-10? It’s nothing I ever spoke to anyone about, not even my closest friends. But I know friends whose parents also hit, but I don’t know to what extent.
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