Toni
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I’m not sure I was ever explicitly threatened with a beating but that implicit threat hung over us. We definitely were spanked first being ‘bad’—for me, it was for ‘making my little sister cry’ so of course she cried often to see me get yelled at and hit. We were sff headed for doing anything they considered ‘babyish.’ Later I got yelled at for—you’ll never guess: talking back. Really, disagreeing with my father about anything. Adolescence was fun.Wow. You really are/were way different from me. I was rarely threatened with beating, and warnings of beatings sans explanations (beyond “it will kill you”) only piqued my curiosity.I didn’t get into dangerous household substances because I did not care to be beaten.
That’s why I practiced holding my breath in school; I was told you can only go 3 minutes without air. Proving that to be wrong made me suspicious of warnings AND a lot more cautious about things I was warned about, knowing that what I was told could be wrong either way.
That is, The Thing they said could kill me might actually be innocuous, or lethal under very rare circumstances or possibly far more dangerous than how was represented, as grownups sometimes try not to scare the kids.
My older sister apparently toy trued the holding her breath thing if she didn’t get her way— once when she was little. My father swatted her in the butt, she cried out and for my parents: problem solved. I was either not born or to little to remember…
We were quiet, soft spoken, well behaved little girls who knew to bring home A’s. My older sister was considered perfect and I would never measure up so I was just me. I am the black sheep.
Your post confirms to me what I always suspected: if we had been boys, we likely would have been tempted by the guns.