Anonymous wrote:There was a lot of screaming in my house growing up. My parents brought out the worst in each other. My sister and I would huddle in a corner, afraid to be seen and become the target of the screaming. It was a relief when my dad finally left.
So far I haven't yelled at my 2 year old. She's a good kid, and I find it more effective to get more quiet, almost to the point of a whisper, when she's misbehaving and I want her to listen.
I admit that I've yelled at my husband a couple times over the past year, but it's when he endangers our child, like the time he was driving her around without the car seat strapped.
It makes me very uncomfortable when my friends yell at their kids. I have one friend that I'll meet one on one, but not for play dates with our kids because she's constantly yelling and micromanaging.
Anonymous wrote:My mother was a yeller. And by yeller I mean she'd go into fits and rages and would yell (very loud, very frightening voice) lashing out at anyone who was nearby, her children included. Most of the abuse (and I do think this is abusive behavior) was verbal, but occasionally she hit us. She was emotionally unstable. She drank too much and was a really self centered person. Her bad day became everyone's bad day. My brother and I are in our 30's and still recount frightening episodes from our childhood. I used to hide under the bed praying she wouldn't come to my room to yell and scream. It one of the most prominent memories of my childhood, unfortunately. As a really little kid - four or five - I'd pee myself in fear. That too - that terror - still haunts me.
Needless to say, I've invested a lot of time and money in therapy. It's affected me deeply. I find it hard to trust people, hard to be open and initimate with people, and very hard to escape those memories of my childhood. I am also a people pleaser. My husband suffered a similar experience in childhood and he's a big people pleaser too.
As you can imagine, it's affected my relationship with my mother. My mother since went to rehab and has truly transformed - she's much more pleasant and sensitive to the world around her. I think she's quite desperate to undo the way that she treated my brother and me. It cannot be undone, unfortunately, although we work hard at building our relationship, especially now that DD is in the picture. I can't say I love my mother, though. I treat her respectfully and I try to be inclusive, but I don't love her.
When it comes to how I raise my daughter, I am absolutely committed to never yelling at her and terrorizing her. Of course I'll get angry and I'm positive that I'll say things that I don't mean. But my husband and I want to provide her with love and stability and a home where even if my husband or myself is having a bad day, she isn't terrified that we'll blow up and lash out.
Anonymous wrote:Yelling isn't a healthy way to communicate - we know this. But what is more troubling is that it loses effectiveness over time, so the yeller has to up the ante in order to get the same result. My kids started tuning out my yelling and I found myself yelling more often and yelling louder - and still my kids didn't always listen. That was the clue for me to stop the yelling. Now I ask once and if I have to ask twice there are consequences (i.e, we leave the store, kid goes to their room, loss of TV privileges).