May 01, 2012

A Memory of Spanking - Spank Out Day 2012 Carnival

Welcome to the Spank Out Day 2012 Carnival
This post was written for inclusion in the Second Annual Spank Out Day Carnival hosted by Zoie at TouchstoneZ. Spank Out Day was created by The Center for Effective Discipline to give attention to the need to end corporal punishment of children and to promote non-violent ways of teaching children appropriate behavior. All parents, guardians, and caregivers are encouraged to refrain from hitting children on April 30th each year, and to seek alternative methods of discipline through programs available in community agencies, churches and schools. Please read to the end to find a list of links to the other carnival participants.
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One of the vivid memories I have of my childhood involves feelings of anger, shame, and hurt as I buried myself in the pillow of my bunk bed crying inconsolably after my father had left my room one night. I had just been spanked for a reason I cannot recall (but I get the feeling it was related to my fear of sleeping alone and my outcry about that) but the emotions I felt during this time are still very raw and very real. My trust had been violated because a person whom I believed loved me inflicted pain consciously and straightforwardly for something that wasn’t even important enough for me to even remember. I do remember feeling confused, shaken, and afraid very clearly though. I still fear my father because of those impressions from my early childhood have been anchored so deeply in my psyche.

I also remember that soon after, my mother stole quietly into my room, hurt by my cries and offered me a stack of mini rainbow cookies. In hushed tones she told me to keep this between us because it would anger my father, this show of compassion. My pain was meant to teach me a lesson after all, whatever that meant. It also gave me mixed feelings about what happened to me. How can one parent hurt me while the other give me a treat all within the same moment? It baffled me. Did they both love me the same? How is hurting me a show of love, or guidance?

It isn’t, which is why it was so confusing to me as a child. The relationship I had with my parents was one of power over the other until I became old enough, and brave enough, to no longer accept it. Up until then I would shut myself away emotionally and live vicariously through my imagination as a way to cope with the anxiety it caused me. When daily interactions always involved power struggles, emotional manipulation, and often rejection and punishment, at some point I realised that I had no power and just gave up expressing my feelings and needs. I still struggle now to express my needs to those I love because I am so used to repressing them.

Truth be told I do not think my parents knew how to interact with me or my brother, having become parents before they were emotionally ready themselves. They seemed to follow every parenting trend in terms of ‘discipline’ because they probably had no clue what a healthy parent-child relationship looked like and how to get there. Their expectations would shift and change so often, as well as their consequences, that I never quite knew my place. Inconsistency became my norm. Like many parents they seemed mainly concerned with how they appeared to be as parents, based on our outward behaviour, rather than nurture the relationship itself. Apologies were never made for how we were treated, even when we were obviously hurting. We were expected to accept our treatment quietly and adhere to whatever they were enforcing. It is not uncommon, this way of relating to children.

Now I realise that what I grew up with wasn’t my fault, how I was treated. I was not a good girl only when I complied to their (or anyone’s) wishes, nor was a bad girl when I didn’t and expressed myself, because it was never about me. It was about them and how they did not know how to teach me without manipulating me and forcing my behaviour. They simply did not know how else to because they themselves were not taught to. It is a cycle that will keep going until someone chooses a different way to interact that instead supports healthy emotional development by engaging in a respectful, dignified, and compassionate manner.

The memory of my own upbringing, of having been spanked, and the feelings that accompany that kind of relationship spurs me to make the necessary changes in my life to offer my own children a different experience. It is a process since I must address and fulfill the emotional needs that were overlooked during my own childhood and learn a different way to behave not only towards them but towards myself. By doing so I can feel myself heal little by little too.
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Spank Out Day 2012 Carnival hosted by TouchstoneZ
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