Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When we were about 6 or 7, my twin brother used to hunt for worms and then eat them. I told my mom, and she didn't believe me. One day I took her out to the woodpile, and showed her my brother swallowing worms.
Her response. . ."Eh, it doesn't seem to hurt him." Then went back inside the house.
PP of this response. Should mention that my brother is now a research biologist, and has never been sick a day in his life.
Does it make you then wonder why some people are so opposed to spanking now?[/quote
What does one thing have to do with the other?
It's yet another example that it doesn't keep someone from growing up to be successful (presumably well-adjusted) research biologist.
Read better. It doesn't say he was spanked!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When we were about 6 or 7, my twin brother used to hunt for worms and then eat them. I told my mom, and she didn't believe me. One day I took her out to the woodpile, and showed her my brother swallowing worms.
Her response. . ."Eh, it doesn't seem to hurt him." Then went back inside the house.
PP of this response. Should mention that my brother is now a research biologist, and has never been sick a day in his life.
Does it make you then wonder why some people are so opposed to spanking now?[/quote
What does one thing have to do with the other?
It's yet another example that it doesn't keep someone from growing up to be successful (presumably well-adjusted) research biologist.
Anonymous wrote:Smoking, wooden spoon spankings, letting us stay with their friends who were questionable at best and whose homes were not safe. We were left in the car a lot while my mom ran in. Sometimes she would have us go in and buy cigarettes for her. We pretty much never wore seatbelts. I remember playing on the floor of the car behind the seats or standing behind the driver's seat holding on to the back of it. We road in the back of pickups often. Definitely did the sleeping bags in the back of the car on roadtrips.
My dad took the cake, though. He often let us sit on his lap to steer the car while we drove down the road. If we were not on the road or on a private road he would just let us drive. He took us offroading and would get the vehicle stuck and then leave us in the vehicle in the woods to go get help. He had a truck with no seatbelts and I remember the door coming open while we were driving once and him grabbing me just in time before I fell out onto the road. All of these events were followed by a stern, "Don't tell your mom!"
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When we were about 6 or 7, my twin brother used to hunt for worms and then eat them. I told my mom, and she didn't believe me. One day I took her out to the woodpile, and showed her my brother swallowing worms.
Her response. . ."Eh, it doesn't seem to hurt him." Then went back inside the house.
It's a delicacy. Whole Foods charges a premium.
I would at least do a google "child eating worms", but if it is fine, I'd probably be okay with it too.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When we were about 6 or 7, my twin brother used to hunt for worms and then eat them. I told my mom, and she didn't believe me. One day I took her out to the woodpile, and showed her my brother swallowing worms.
Her response. . ."Eh, it doesn't seem to hurt him." Then went back inside the house.
It's a delicacy. Whole Foods charges a premium.
Anonymous wrote:When we were about 6 or 7, my twin brother used to hunt for worms and then eat them. I told my mom, and she didn't believe me. One day I took her out to the woodpile, and showed her my brother swallowing worms.
Her response. . ."Eh, it doesn't seem to hurt him." Then went back inside the house.
Anonymous wrote:Like many others, lots and lots of physical abuse. Belts, hairbrushes, hands, fists. More than once a teacher would ask about a bruise on my face. When I got older it was punches, and a few times my mom pushed us down the stairs. My dad whipped us with towels (really painful) and the belt buckle of the belt. He would smoke pot and drive with the windows rolled up. Driving drunk was never a problem for either parent.
My parents idea of quality time was putting us in the guest room with the TV on all day. Or we were allowed to play on the street on our bikes, totally unsupervised. We only went to the doctor or dentist when we absolutely had to - it was considered too expensive. My parents wore only designer clothes and expensive shoes and flew only first class (we were dumped in Coach with me, the eldest, watching a 4 and 5 year old). I broke my finger and it was never set. My sister's school nurse told my mom she had broken her big toe - my poor sister hobbled around on a broken foot for a painful week. Any accident we had (like knocking over milk or falling) warranted a hard smack. My mom left us in hot cars (I could open the door, so it was also unlocked) for hours while she shopped. I never wore a seatbealt, and usually sat in the front seat. My sisters stopped using carseats once they were toddlers. We drank gallons of lemonade, but were prohibited drinking milk for some reason (supposedly it made you fat?). During vacations we were kicked outside to wait until my parents were done getting high and having sex. We could see them.
My dad was 35 and my mom was 20. Both college educated, upper middle class. Like many others, they lost interest in kids around the time I turned 5. Of course they had three kids by then. They have little interest in their grandkids besides cute photographs they can display. When asked about my sisters and I (all successful), they take credit for everything but say that they did it all for us. In reality, my parents didnt want me doing any extracurricular activities because it meant picking me up (I wasn't allowed to drive since "My car is too nice and you're too dumb").
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Mostly just normal stuff for me – rolling around the back of the car, the occasional wooden spoon, etc. I am the oldest of 4 (youngest is 9 years younger than me) and I was left alone to “babysit” the others while my parents went out at night once I was 11 or 12. This continued even when we moved to an East African country when I was 12. Perhaps they were comforted by the fact that there were panic buttons in every room, which if pressed would summon a group of armed guards.
Talk about burying the lede in humblebrags.
Moving your family to East Africa is - by far - the craziest thing they did.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When we were about 6 or 7, my twin brother used to hunt for worms and then eat them. I told my mom, and she didn't believe me. One day I took her out to the woodpile, and showed her my brother swallowing worms.
Her response. . ."Eh, it doesn't seem to hurt him." Then went back inside the house.
PP of this response. Should mention that my brother is now a research biologist, and has never been sick a day in his life.
Does it make you then wonder why some people are so opposed to spanking now?[/quote
What does one thing have to do with the other?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When we were about 6 or 7, my twin brother used to hunt for worms and then eat them. I told my mom, and she didn't believe me. One day I took her out to the woodpile, and showed her my brother swallowing worms.
Her response. . ."Eh, it doesn't seem to hurt him." Then went back inside the house.
PP of this response. Should mention that my brother is now a research biologist, and has never been sick a day in his life.