Belts, paddles, fly swatters, yard sticks, back of the hand, the retractable cord from a sweeper, a switch once. A wooden spoon. When I would get spanked by just his hand my legs would fly up in the air.
Older brother had Cerebral Palsy.
Younger sister rarely if ever got punished. Especially if I was involved. She knew how to push my buttons. I was pretty rough on her. she gave and she got. Other than that she was a pretty good gal.
He was one of most patient men until it came to me.
He was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
I was the only one who could take it, so I did.
I wasn’t abused. It was part of growing up. I had it coming.
. Fortunately I had teachers who liked me. They also liked to punish me.
I got paddled in 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 5th and 6th. I don’t know how I made it thru 4th without getting it. they made up for it the next year. At least 4 different times in 5th. 2 of them because one of my classmates accused me of doing something. Didn’t matter that I didn’t do it. It has always been easier to think the worst of me. A music teacher berated me in front of the class one day because someone said I was goofing off. I wasn’t. A youth minister yelled at the top of his lungs at me when the kid next to me told him I was messing around. I wasn’t. But it gave a good laugh to the rest of the group.
I grew up with ADHD. Grew up with it before anybody had ever heard about it. Sometimes I couldn’t sit still or couldn’t quit talking. A paddling always seemed to work.
I had all this noise in my head. I grew up thinking there was something wrong with me.
I never talked to my folks about anything. Not for 40 years. When I was about 5 or 6, an Uncle of mine saw I needed help. I needed to talk to someone. He taught me the only things he knew. Things he had learned in the service. Vietnam.
This is where my dissociative disorder came from. Not his fault. Nobody, including me knew what was going on inside of me.
I have done things that I hope I don’t remember.
Alisha blows. Thanks to her husband for the video
Thank you!
It stinks. You can tell he doctored it. Ran it forward then backwards then did some more splicing…
This incredible photo marks the end of Matador Torero Alvaro Munera’s career. He collapsed in remorse mid-fight when he realized he was having to prompt this otherwise gentle beast to fight. He went on to become an avid opponent of bullfights. The look on this bull’s face says it all for me: even grievously wounded by picadors, he did not attack this man.
Torrero Munera is quoted as saying of this moment: “And suddenly, I looked at the bull. He had this innocence that all animals have in their eyes, and he looked at me with this pleading. It was like a cry for justice, deep down inside of me. I describe it as being like a prayer - because if one confesses, it is hoped, that one is forgiven. I felt like the worst shit on earth.”
