Can't be hittin your kids like you'd hit somebody on the streets that's not family... Understand she's trying to prove a point in her own way but face and bidy shots to your kid ain't cool
Thats something people don't understand. Your child will accept almost any physical punishment you dole out simply because you are their parent and conditioned to do so. The first and only time my Dad attempted physical discipline, he didnt know how to do it right. He'd never done it before. The main issue was I was too old, almost 17. The second issue was I was too brolic and hot headed. Now my pops was a big nikka himself. Played in the NFL and kept himself up but he wasnt that much bigger than me.
I don't recall what started it because I'm sure I wasnt listening. I just zone out and stare. But there were two slaps that brought me back center court. I was heated. No one had ever put hands on me and not gotten they ass kicked at that point except my big brother. But this was my Father so I steeled myself from reacting. Then he punched me...
Not a second thought was needed. When I say me and him fought, I mean we fukking fought. Toughest fight I have ever had to date physically. We fukked that whole first floor up man. We touched every brick in that bytch man. Now my dad is 6'4, was 240+ easy at the time. Im about 6'2 and was around 215 so you could imagine. I was kicking off walls, tvs, countertops whatever. Slamming into everything, breaking everything, stepping through tables and shyt. In that moment, I was trying to kill him. Now I've taken some form of striking discipline at that point my whole life. Boxing mostly but I was a wrestler. Already had wrestling scholarship offers. My dad, who is the one who got me into physical disciplines clearly had experience himself, he taught me for awhile. Not to mention he was bigger and stronger than me. I just knew at that moment that I was trying to kill him and wouldve done everything I could to make it happen. I think he could tell which is why it was so intense. I ate some hard shyt in an effort to get his back and have time to recover from it. I had a rear choke on him and after trying to slam me off, I got it dug in good and he fell backwards onto the bar top. I was trying to arch my back and pull his neck with me as far as I could. SO much so that my feet let the ground. Initially he was too busy trying to get my arm off but to avail was now trying to lower his center but we were on a raised bar top and no one's feet were on the ground. I had him. I felt that my shoulder had been dislocated and popped backed in so it was going dead. I was just hoping he died first before I couldnt feel it anymore. There wasnt anything in the world that was gonna make me let go in that moment.
My older sister was in town visiting and at one point was screaming for us to stop but im sure she felt the intensity and ended up barely able to speak anymore. The look she had was like she knew someone was gonna die and she had to watch it. I had my chin tucked down pinned on his head on the same side she was standing and I saw her face when I heard him gurgle. Thats when I knew he knew, I wasnt letting go and he couldnt make me anymore. I couldve held on another minute it felt like, maybe half. He wouldnt have lasted 20 more seconds. While im looking at her, I think about how crazy this is. How something like this could happen. I was very much a daddy's boy and everyone knew I was his favorite. I thought about how theres no way I can kill my dad. No scenario where this should be happening and how I cant let my sister see this happen. I let go...
Wrong move. Somehow he had enough air left to immediately flip around and was choking me. Mind you my feet arent on the ground anymore as I was leaning back over the countertop for leverage choking him out. Now Im defenseless. My arm is now dead. Once I let go, whatever sensation I had before, the lactic build up took all that away. It was gone. He had all his upper weight down on me and was throttling my neck. All I could think was "I shouldve just killed this dude, now Im gonna die." He was breathing through his mouth and I was blacking out so I jammed my fingers into his mouth to make him gag and lose grip. He did but my arm wasnt long enough for it to last but a second. I tried to jam it further but couldnt get up and he bit down on my index and middle finger. It felt like he was trying to bite my fingers off and in my panic was able to free my other arm that I rolled over onto and jammed my thumb in his eye. He opened his mouth to yell and was able to jam my fingers all the way back. He lurched, gagged and let go. I was flipped backwards and lawnchaired myself on the other side of the bar and he fell back on the otherside in the dining room. Everyone just laid on the floor. All I heard was labored breathing and couldnt tell who it was. Just breathing for like 5minutes.
He got up first and went upstairs. Never saw him but I heard him and his door shut. Sounded like he fell on the floor in his room. My sister tried to help me up, I pushed her off of course. My eye had swell up by that point. My fingers needed stitches. My shoulder was dead (actually found out I had a torn labrum). Everything ached. I told my sister I was leaving. She drove me to the airport and asked where I was going. I told her I dunno. She asked me if I will call her, I said no. Bought a ticket at the counter to Atlanta. Didnt talk to my dad for almost 2yrs. He was trying real hard to reconnect and I got tired of fighting it because the whole family was begging me to receive him. It took a long time but we became good. It will never be how it was before when my dad and I were inseperable. It will never be as good as it could be because of that but we got good. He knows he was wrong and takes the blame for my shoulder injury that plagued me all throughout my college football career, effectively ending it. I don't blame him for that myself though.
Whenever that time frame ever gets brought up by others that may not even know it happened, we just stare off into nothing mostly. We never talk about it. There was just the one time we acknowledged it and never again. It was when he asked if I tried to kill him. I said "Yeah"...and he said he was sorry that I had to ever think that.
I know that was a whole bunch of shyt that seems completely unrelated but I say all this because of the point that you made...You CANNOT hit your kids like they are just any ole body. My dad couldve slapped me until im blue in the face. He mightve even been able to hit me with his fist to a degree but the moment that I felt him hit me, not like I was his son. But hit me like I was just some nikka on the street, I treated him like it was some nikka on the street that hit me like that. And I fight like my life depends on it everytime. He knows that and thats why he apologized. Some parents dont ever get that second chance to make things right with their kids like we did. You hit your kids like that and you'll lose them. if not physically, then mentally.