Was you drugged as a child. I was.

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  1. string1946

    string1946 New Member

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    THE PARENTS WHO DRUGGED US...The other day I was talking to someone at a store in our town who read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and asked me a rhetorical question, 'Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?' I replied that I had a drug problem when I was young: I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the priest, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me. I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds. I was drug to the homes of neighbors & Grand parents to help mow the yard, repair the clothesline, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, my dad would have drug me back to the woodshed.Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin and if*today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.
     
  2. Axxe55

    Axxe55 The Apocalypse Is Coming.....

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    well said String! very well said.
     

  3. TekGreg

    TekGreg Lifetime Supporting Member Lifetime Supporter

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    I can't add a thing. I have the exact same drug problem. ;)
     
  4. deg

    deg Well-Known Member Lifetime Supporter

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    And those drugs had a name they were called "love".
     
  5. Bigcountry02

    Bigcountry02 Coffee! If your not shaking, you need another cup Supporter

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    If I was not drugged, my mom made me pulled a piece of tree for butt tanning session. If not the tree, she got the orange hot wheels race track.

    I remember in High School days, spanking was allowed. The wooden 1 inch thick, holes in for proper contact and no drag.
     
  6. Axxe55

    Axxe55 The Apocalypse Is Coming.....

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    my father didn't use a belt to "adjust" our attitudes when they got misadjusted, but a paddle made from a 1x4 about two and half feet long. yes, it had the low drag holes!:eek:
     
  7. DrFootball

    DrFootball disappointed & disgusted, But DETERMINED... Lifetime Supporter

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    My Father was the strongest 5'5-1/2" person you'd ever want to Meet! For a Long Time I thought His Back hand was a Chuck Norris special......his Leather Gloves were a half pound each. It wasn't until my Teens that I found out the gloves had powdered Lead In them.....


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  8. WebleyFosbery38

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    I love that, I was also drugged to places I couldnt appreciate back then that I totally respect and adore now. Kinda like when my mom dressed me funny and made me eat stuff I was sure I was gonna hate. She even drugged me places she really didnt have much interest in so all of us might get a little learnin not just us little ones! Drugging me to school was one of her hardest tasks (or at least getting me on the bus), if she hadnt done that, I certainly would have decided to go fishing or hunting 99% of the days. My drug of choice was not my choice, choices came with age and maturity.

    Too many choices, too early and not enough dragging make for a very confused and undisciplined adult that needs to be drugged with pills to deal with what they were never taught to in the beginning! I guess Prozac once a day is easier than due diligence 24 hours a day but the side effects of one are substantially more desirable than the other!
     
  9. John_Deer

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    I was drug iike everyone else. I didn't do a damned bit of good for me. I was an emancipated minor at 15. The clerk of court could see that things were not going well at home for me. The clerk set up the emancipation hearing and stood by me to help me with the things in the legal system a 15 year old couldn't possibly understand. When the deputy delivered the paperwork for my grandmother to sign she slapped my face as soon as he drove off. That was the last time she slapped me in the face. She didn't see me again until I was 26.
     
  10. wknight40

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    My parents loved getting us those rubber balls on a rubber band with the paddle at the other end. They would just wait for the rubber band to break. One we learned their method of madness we tried tying the rubber band back together and when that did not work we no longer wanted these "toys".

    Another toy we loved as kids was the pinwheel on a plastic stick. These sticks were about 2 feet long. They made a loud whistling before impact.

    Also, never laugh when the wooden spoon mom is using to spank you breaks. She just gets madder and then you hear those most infamous words a child never wants to hear, "Just wait until you father gets home".

    Any of this happens today and people want to scream child abuse. Abuse nothing, it taught respect of other. It taught that for every time you misbehaved or did something wrong that a punishment would follow. Something that is seriously lacking in today's kids and younger adults. No respect of others.

    Yeah i had a drug problem.
     
  11. mich1377usmc

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    BC, yeap me too & if you can back with a switch to small , LOOK OUT, the tanning was much worse............. LOL
     
  12. winds-of-change

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    I'm sorry that life was like that for you, JD. I was very, VERY naive at the age of 15 and I would never have survived on my own. Where did you go and how did you get along? Did you finish high school? I lived at home until I was 23 and even though I'd call my Mom a lot with questions about day to day things.

    I was rarely, if ever, hit as a child. There were no whuppins, no switches, no belts, not wooden spoons, etc. My Mom was Sicilian and she could put you in your place with a look. Of course, I wasn't a very challenging child. When my Mom started slamming cabinets, we knew she was getting pissed and we'd run for the hills until she cooled down. My sister was a bit more challenging and I remember a time or two she caught hell. But even then that was very rare.

    And, if I may say so myself, I think I'm a pretty good adult. It doesn't always take beatings to make a good into a good adult. I rarely hit my children, either. I just couldn't do it. In fact, I don't hit my animals, either . My children are all successful adults who work hard and my dogs are obedient animals who always aim to please me.
     
  13. yazul42

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    I remember in grade school in north Ga., if we got out of line at recess or at P.E., the Teacher's Aide would have us go and cut her a switch from the woods at the edge of the school yard. Then of course, we all carried pocketknives and it was not a big deal at all. We would sometime cut rings up and down the switch, when about the second or third swat on your butt happened, the switch would pretty much just fly into pieces.
    She realized what we did, then she would borrow our knives and cut her a good one,, yes that one stung a might.
     
  14. SRK97

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    My mamma made me drink vinegar when I cursed, a few wooden spoons were broke on my butt also. Im glad she did, I think it made me a better man
     
  15. rockratt

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    There was a peach tree out back and if we got out of line the teacher would have us go cut her a switch off of it. We would cut a small one and if it didn't last to her liking she would go cut her own and finish up with that. By the time I finished 3rd grade there had been so many limbs cut it died.....:D

    VERY WELL SAID STRING............
     
  16. string1946

    string1946 New Member

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    I didn't get nearly butt whuppings as I needed but I remember my Grandmother striping my young *** with the cord off an iron. Remember the old ones you had to plug into the iron and had the woven cloth around it. I don't remember my offense but I'm pretty sure i didn't repeat it. The song "Love Hurts" comes to mind.
     
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  17. dango

    dango Well-Known Member Lifetime Supporter

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    Well , I got my own story but won't bore you with it . Things sure have changed though . :)
     
  18. John_Deer

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    I started galloping racehorses at 12. By the time the meet at the Fairgrounds in New Orleans started I was 16. I had a Honda XL 350 motorcycle that I rode to NO. I galloped horses until I was 17. I went to CA to enlist in the marine corps so I wouldn't have to go through boot camp at Paris Island. When I came back home I went to work on an offshore oil rig and did not come back home until I had the cash to buy a piece of land I had my eyes on. I still own the land. I have it leased to a farmer. I may never move back home but I always have a place to go where there are a lot of people who care about me.

    Once you leave home it is hard to go back. I don't really like NC but being broke all the time is worse. I know I am not cut out to be a rice farmer. I could grow hay in LA for less than half of what I make here. I do visit a lot.
     
  19. F4U

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    I too was drugged in the same way, I too needed it. Winds, all kids are different my daughter almost never was spanked because it was never necessary she very seldom misbehaved and usually that "dad stare" would deal with the problem.

    I jokingly exaggerate that Sister Consolata beat me once a week just for the things she didn't catch me doing in addition to the beatings I got for the things she actually caught me at. Anybody remember the three foot long hardwood pointers that teachers used at the blackboard when schools still used blackboards. About 3/8 or 1/2 inch in diameter. They left a pretty good mark when swung by a severely pissed off nun.

    The real problem is a combination of my parents generation (not my actual parents) not properly explaining the reasoning behind a spanking, and my generation thinking " I didn't like being spanked so I won't spank my kid" because they weren't taught the reasoning behind it. I have heard that statement from parents of my generation often, and in almost every instance their kids are hellions.