Wow. Thanks for this guys. I really appreciate your input.
Very clarifying.
Claudia that was a very clear description of your father trying to teach you something.
My husband relates a similar experience. It was short and sharp and he feels he was insolent and it was his dad's only means of getting him back from further trouble. It was also a rare occurrence.
I applaud your courage and it helped me really think about what was actually going on when I got strapped. it certainly did not seem to be to prevent me from going into dangerous situations. In fact I thought and thought about what I was supposed to be learning from it and I am having an emotional/mental block trying to remember what I did to provoke most of them. The only ones I remember clearly were 1) because I forgot to turn the pot of stew for dinner on and 2) for wetting the bed.
funfunctional - I get what you are saying. I guess I never wanted to strap my kids but I admit that in the early years when I thought my mother was the be-all and end-all of parenting I did use smacking as a discipline. I will add that I used cloth nappies and and smacked one of them on the bottom on top of two layers of nappy for trying repeatedly to get into a bath I was filling. i still feel overwhelming guilt about it.
Louise and Big Ang - very interesting parallel.
I thought about that aspect for quite a while last night: what would I do if I saw a parent doing that to a child or even an adult doing it to another adult. It was a horrifying thought when juxtaposed like that.
1. Discipline is correction for the child's benefit. Abuse is discipline for your own benefit or personal gratification/satisfaction.
2. Discipline means to teach. Discipline should not take place with angry teachers.
3. Abuse is an attack to your identity or anything that would damage your identity.
4. Abuse is anything that leaves its mark.
I've struggled with something similar recently, trying to distinguish if my uBPDm's 'spanking' was punishment, abuse, or discipline. When I realize how angry she was in one of my flashbacks I had 2 weeks ago, how she just kept spanking me over and over in her anger, I finally realized that she was abusing me physically and emotionally/verbally as she yelled and berated me while she spanked me, holding my arm so I could not get away. Her 'spanking' was hitting my buttocks with her hand as hard as she could.
Sometimes for me it feels safer to not admit that something is abuse than it does to admit that it was abuse. To admit that something is abuse feels less protected and feels more threatening, probably because then I get closer to acknowledging this is what happened to me.
Wools
oh Wools - your reply chilled me in oh so many ways.
Thank you for your sympathy and support - it really helps.
I know you are struggling with your CPTSD and I admire your courage in going on with your trauma work.
Excellent excellent points to help discern the differences.
Your experience that you relate about the out of control spanking ... .oh my. oh my oh my. Awful.
I especially was struck by your point about not admitting that it was abuse. It's like a protection for the psyche isn't it?
Pessimism optimism. <Breathe> Your reply brought more tears to my eyes. And I think you are on the money. Working deductively, if it provoked that kind of horror in me it must be abuse. <Breathe>
What a thing to take in.
Mylifenow ... .I relate to the screaming ... .and I recall being called "SCHEWPID!" over and over. <Breathe> heart clenching up at your description there ... ..
And Kwamina.
How many times I tried to type out a reply to your response last night. Words failed me.
As always you are so perceptive and ask the incisive questions that help me with self insight.
However, when BPD comes into play it's often more than just disciplining a child but more like an adult taking his/her frustrations out on a helpless child who has no way of defending his or herself.
Did both of your parents hit you with a belt when you were a child? Do you feel like when it happened that they were actually disciplining your for something they perceived you had done wrong? Or was it more like they were taking there frustrations out on you and possibly even enjoying it?
Yes. both my parents. Over and over. My dad engaged by more than offences against him - he was and is my mum's henchman for dirty work.
I thought for literally HOURS on whether it was something that they perceived I had done wrong. It took so much effort to understand and admit that it was not for teaching a principle, it was in retribution for doing something they didn't like. or even as mum once told me about the most vicious attack 'Oh. Because I had a bad day that day."
About the teaching a principle - I mean they were not teaching me not to tell lies, they were 'teaching' me not to lie to THEM.
They were not teaching me to remember to not leave my shoes at the oval, they were teaching me that the shoes cost a lot of money and I didn't care about the effort they went to to buy me nice shoes.
Does that make sense?
And you are SO correct about the influence of the BPD.
I can really see it in a way I didn't yesterday.
Did they enjoy it? Now there's a tricky one. I can't see past my horror to tell.
Although ... .I do recall my mum getting my dad to whack the living crap out of me in front of HER mum (whom I had disobeyed)
I must have been 4 or 5 and I recall seeing my mum watching my nan hoping for approval for 'attending to business' and this mad hyper aroused look in my nan's eyes ... .which now ... .Lord... .you know what? it seemed almost like sexual arousal? Wow. Can that be right?
I'm overwhelmed by this.
Thank you for helping me to this insight.
Ziggiddy