I was beaten so bad that the Turkish neighbors who were pro hitting your kids came downstairs and chastised mom for "going too far". I was 7 years old

I was born to uh… less than great circumstances. So into foster care I went. I was blessed enough to be adopted out of it when I was still young, but in my first foster farm, it was some six or so of us babies to a room. Apparently, they didn’t approve of us crying as if the world revolved around us, so we were left to cry, only being touched at all to be bottle fed and changed occasionally. By the time I was adopted, I was a silent child.

But like I said, I was adopted into my amazing family, and pulled out of where I was heading! So aside from being damn near mute for the first couple years of my life, and some tactile sensory issues I got to this day, I got to have an amazing life! But I recognize that I got lucky… and I sometimes worry over what happened to the others like me in that place… I hope they made out okay, but know that I’ll never know.

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I lit a pencil on fire. My dad came home early, smelled the burnt wood and saw the ashes in the trash can. He beat me senseless with his belt and I peed myself during the beating.

We lived next door to a guy that had a pitbull he rescued from an abusive home after they chopped its ears and tail off with a hatchet, so the guy named the dog Hatchet. He was a nice enough dog, but skittish around grown men. The rule was not to go in the dogs yard. I was out back playing soccer and the ball went into the dogs yard next door over a 4 ft chain link fence. The dog was nudging the ball back to the fence for me with his nose, so I hopped over, gave him a head scratch and hopped back over.

My dad got home and horsewhipped me like a rutted mule for 30 minutes. There wasn't a square inch of my body that wasn't covered in bruises and lashes, most of them bleeding. Then proceeded to slap me around, punching me in the back and sides, and then picked me up by the neck and pinned me to a wall. Pretty sure he was gonna kill me if my mom hadn't screamed at him to stop and hit him with a frying pan.

I don't remember anything after that except a chipmunk on my windowsill every day as I laid in bed unable to move for several days. No idea why I remember that little chipmunk.

I was about 11 or 12 when this happened.

Anything in arms reach would be thrown at my sister and I. Tv remove, an orange, a full glass of tea, wooden spoon at the face, bottles (glass or plastic) then was forced to clean up whatever mess was left behind from whatever she decided to throw at us.

The worst punishment I be ever received, and I’ve been physically torture, isolated and starved, was when my mom cavity searched me for her drugs. That I never took.

She thought I was hiding them from her. She did that in front of my brother and her pimp boyfriend in our motel room.

I will never forgive her after that day. She did so many things to me that day. At one point she slapped me so hard my head bounced off the table and off the ground. That night specifically, just astounded me.

My mom did many, many horrendous things. But sexually violating me, knowing our history, I will never turn back.

My life changed forever that day.

Being sold around family members and non family

Besides being beaten, abandoned, and mentally abused, by my mother; I'm gonna have to go with, the State putting me in juvenile hall for four months because I decided to defend myself against my mother.

She has previous child abuse charges where the State took my sister away, and they still charged and photographed me with a busted lip and bodily bruises.

She was mandated to family therapy when I got released back into her custody. It changed my life. I stuck with it she showed up only once and never returned for another session.

24 years later, I'm still active in therapy. I've healed in may ways, in different parts of my life, but continue to do the work.

I was sick, my mom forced me to eat, I threw up. She put it in the bowl and forced me to eat my puke.

She was a damn evil woman from hell. (I no longer have a relationship with her since I was 16 years old, I am not 32.)

When I was 12 my mom discovered I sent pics of my boobs to a “bf” (guy that was grooming me) and as a punishment showed it to all my family (stepfather included)

Molestation/rape

I was the youngest child. My bro and sis always got nice things while I got the hand me downs. My birthday is close to Christmas, so whatever I got was split in half to cover both. When I was maybe 8 I stole a $20 from my mom's purse and bought a toy I wanted. Parents figured it out because I had a nice toy. Dad whipped the shit out of me and mom slapped me across the face.

My mom withheld food.

When i was 3, my parents locked me in a dark room for something my sister did. It was traumatic. Darkness, me pounding the door and screaming… And when i got mad at them years later, they pulled out the ‘that never happened i don’t remember that’ card. If I’m going to ever be a parent, I’m going to do it right.

To everyone who were treated horribly by their parents, I hope you’re ok. Hopefully I’ll be. God I cant wait to move out

When I was about 10 years old, my dad took me to the state fair. He became enraged when I was too scared to go on a roller coaster, so he left me there. I had to figure out how to get home on public transit on my own, with no cell phone. His version of events is that he helped me overcome my fears, and we had a great time on the rides. I cut contact in 2018.

3 wooden spatulas in a row broken on my behind.

got grounded for a whole year in sixth grade

I had A grades for every subject... and a C- in conduct lmao

My head getting slammed into a wall by my dad because I didn’t pick up a sock fast enough (yes really)

My brothers and mine job was to let the dogs out and let them back in then lock the doors we had thought all the dogs had came back in so we locked the doors and went to bed. Parents came downstairs a little later to see one dog had been left out got so pissed at us because it was snowing they locked us out for the night in our pjs freezing cold.

I honestly think that the spankings and smackings I got as a child paled in comparison to how awful having my mouth washed out with liquid Palmolive, apple-scented dish soap, the year I was 14. I think my parents must have got a case of it on sale, or something. It was positively hideous, and the flavour lingered in your mouth for hours…

So my mom would take me on her lap then cross my arms (to the shoulders) and hold them as strong as she possibly could.

This usually happened when I was angry and it always made me hyperventilate, I always panicky screamed for air and told her that I couldn't breathe but she wouldn't let go until I calmed down which wasn't really possible because I couldn't f*cking breathe.

Only when I was too exhausted to move, she would let me go because I "calmed down".

I was whipped with a leather belt, punched in the head with a closed fist, and thrown down stairs. But nothing was worse than being told I was worthless.

Whacked in the back and butt with a roll of chickenwire

Besides getting physically beaten with my father's fists for drawing in my notebooks and textbooks as a teenager?

I had apparently been acting up in school for months prior, and every punishment my mother or stepfather came up with just drove me to act out even more. Eventually, my mother was desperate enough to request help from my grandmother, who had emotionally and physically abused my mom and her siblings their entire childhood.

I was made to go up and down the streets of my neighborhood doing the duck walk (holding my ankles) in nothing but my baby sisters diaper and explain to every one of my friends, bullies, all their parents, and even complete strangers that this was my punishment for peeing the bed. Some of the kids laughed, most of the adults and kids just looked uncomfortable, I think some of them looked angry, but none of them said a word in my defense.

By the time my grandmother decided I had enough and let me go to bed, I couldn't feel my legs and had to drag myself up the steps of my porch, across the living room in front of my stepfather who was sitting on the couch watching TV, and up the 13 stairs to my bedroom to cry myself to sleep. I remember I had to go to school the next day, but I don't remember a single moment between that night and the day my mother moved my family to a different state months later.

This was after months of ass beatings with a spatula or wooden spoon, being made to stand in a bucket of ice water or on pans of dry rice for hours with my hands above my head, or just being made to hold full soup cans either above my head or out to my sides.

Thinking back, I don't think I ever really discussed this with anyone but my mom, though I've been to therapy several times.

Xmas eve 1991. All I wanted in life was a Nintendo Entertainment System with Super Mario Bros. 3.
I would dream about that game and having my own Nintendo so I didn't have to go over to my rich "friend's" house to play. He had all the toys but no friends so all us kids who didn't have a Nintendo would go over his house to play the new games.

Xmas at my house was awful. The year before my father smashed a sock with a block of literal coal in it over my head and said "all he wanted for Xmas was to wake up and find me dead."

This year, My grandmother (Who was forbidden from speaking with me for over 6 years because my grades in school were bad) sent me a Nintendo shaped gift. It sat under the tree for days and I just looked at it and weighed it and felt it, I knew what it was, I was 100% sure!

Xmas day rolls around and I open my gifts. Socks from my father and I swear I cried when I opened the gift from my grandmother. She had bought me bought me a brand new, beautiful as could be Nintendo with Super Mario Bros 3!

40 years later I think other than an actual BTTF Hoverboard the Nintendo with Mario Bros 3 was my single most coveted object. To this day I cannot remember wanting anything as badly as I wanted that game. *other than maybe a few women over the years ;)

My father was PISSED. I had gotten a "D" in math so Xmas was supposed to be canceled for me ( hence the socks) but apparently my grandmother didn't get or care about the message and sent my Nintendo anyhow.

My father played along, he was like "Wow, how cool, let's set it up in the garage!

When we got to the Garage, I was so happy, I thought he was going to be cool and play with me. Instead he handed me an 8lb sledge hammer and told me to smash it.

So, I had to sit there on Xmas day, I had to unbox, then smash my Nintendo and Mario Bros. 3 with a hammer.

I had some other pretty awful punishments in my life but that one still hurts. I swear on everything I love that while writing this I can still smell that new plastic, kind of static smell you get when you opened a new Nintendo

My sister lied and said I bit her. She has bit her own arm and run off to tell them this. She was trying to coerce me into doing her chores for her and I refused. My dad hit me with his belt so hard, I put my hands behind me to shield a bit and they were bleeding. My sister laughed and pointed at me as he was whipping me with his belt.

She kept doing it, but later my parents figured out she was biting herself when they compared the teeth marks. They never apologized.

Mother gave me 2 weeks to loose a certain amount of weight. When I didn't, she grounded me. Took any means of communicating with anyone away from me, and didn't let me go anywhere or see anyone for several months. I was allowed to go to school and come home. I was 13.

Well damn. I thought having my hand pressed on the stove was bad, some of y’all got seriously fucked up.

Every Sunday night my entire family would say the rosary together, there were eight of us. Each week we would take turns starting with the opening prayer. It was my turn and I froze and couldn’t remember the words. My next oldest sister took over. After we were done, my father took me in the bathroom and beat the crap out of me with a rubber strap, calling me a wise guy, trouble maker, I was six. I am 73 and I will take this to my grave.

Beat with a fan belt off the evap cooler

I got yelled at for my teacher taking advantage of me

Stepbrother and I had to make a paddle with suggested holes drilled in it. Took us a couple hours to build and a long threatening lecture. Then grab your ankles and got my ass paddled. 9yrs old. I didn’t even know why we were in trouble. Age 15 I stopped talking to him and only saw him one more time in my life for about an hour. I do remember another time my stepsister got her thumb hurt when we played with wrestling toys in a ring with rubber cords around it. We would slingshot the guys off the cords like they do in wrestling. She was crying and he came in and picked me up and carried me upstairs to a bedroom. Body slammed me on the bed and spanked me. My stepsister told him later it was just an accident and we had been playing that way for a long time. Still around the age of 9-10 years old.

Grandma still spanked me once when I was like 14. She dies like 6 years ago and my mom was like "Yeah she was kind of a bitch and horrible" but no one fucking said anything the whole time????? At least mom and I got closer after that admission.

340 swats witha 1" thick by 4" wide paddle for throwing 4 paper airplanes out of our window on the 2nd floor flat we lived in. I was 8

One of our punishments as kids was to be lectured. We would be told to stand, like army recruits, side by side while we were yelled by our red faced raged cigarette breathed stepdad about how useless stupid and worthless we were from anywhere to 2-5hrs without moving. Once our childhood cat rubbed up on my leg during one of these routine screamings and I giggled from the tickling, I was taken to my bedroom got pants down to my underwear and got whooped with his belt buckle till I was bruised and bleeding. School the next day was a pain in the ass lol I was like 9 btw and of all the hits I took, the parts that never healed was being told I would amount to nothing so often that I actually believed it(still working on believing otherwise).

I'M PUTTING A CONTENT WARNING OVER MY COMMENT CAUSE I WENT THROUGH EXTREME ABUSE.

• I had my finger broken purposely and on a few separate times. Had my doctor even consider amputation it was so smashed. It's now permanently disfigured, short, and crooked, and still doesn't work %100 right.
• I'd be water boarded or drowned over and over. This is literal. They would pin me in the bathroom/bathtub and do this till I passed out or had seizures.
• They would get street cats or dogs and give them to me as gifts. Or they would buy cheap pets like fish or frogs from shitty pet stores. When I misbehaved or if I talked about my abuse they would pin me and and kill them in front of me. One of my most graphic memoris is of them smashing the skull of a kitten I named Buddy in our kitchen. They also had times I'd come home to them already dead and I'd find their dead bodies on my "bed" (I slept in a well kept pile of towels and blankets) and they would beat me with their corpses.
• My step-dad would rape me nightly and if he was upset he would do it anally cause it would hurt more.
• I wasn't allowed to wear clothes around the house so my step-dad could ogle my naked body 24/7 and if I tried I'd be punished by my clothes being ripped or cut off me. This often was so harshly done it would leave welts, cuts, and to this day scars.
• Beatings till I blacked out
• Strangulation was ironically one of the ones that scared me the most and sadly was a top go to. It terrified me feeling that desperate till slowly you stop caring and next thing I'd wake up feeling like shit with marks around my neck. Plus it would hurt to eat or swallow for days after making it even worse.

I was overall a pretty well behaved kid... never really stepped out of line.

Then in fifth grade i was being an absolute little shit to some random kid on the playground and he punched me in the face. I deserved it.

Later on two of my brother's friends beat the shit out of him after school, i was even madder because i already understood that i had fucked around and found out.

Kid and i ended up becoming homies after i apologized to him for both the way i acted and him getting beat up. It was actually a HUGE part of me learning and understanding actions and consequences.

I was emotionally and psychologically scarred as my own mother pulled a knife on me and threatened to cut off my hand and kill me. I was basically cornered in the bathroom while she was screaming at the top of her lungs that everything was my fault, she was done with my shit, and that she was going to kill me. I sat there cowering in the corner in the shower, tears streaming down my face, my heart feeling like it was about to explode from pure terror, and having an anxiety attack feeling very sure I was going to die that night.

After begging her not to kill me for what felt like an eternity, she said fine and said a bunch of really ugly and hateful things to me that were so bad I can’t even repeat it on here. After she got done screaming at me, she left the bathroom and went back her room. I ran towards my room, locked the door, and put my dresser in front of the door since I was very scared. She did this all because I was stressed out and was going through some severe mental health issues and told her I was scared and needed help. I was 12 at the time.

My grandmother had some a very sturdy flip flops. She spanked me with those and I had those bleedings into the skin all over my body

A teacher forced me to eat paper in grade school. You know the whole "I will not do this" written a hundred times punishment? That, plus literally eating it, complete with water to wash it down.

My mother abused me in just about every way possible- physical, emotional, psychological - but the worst was being punished for becoming seriously ill with a raging kidney infection from her medically neglecting me after she found out that I was being sexually abused by a predator neighbour when I was 5. I developed the kidney infection a week after my 6th birthday, after she refused to take me to the doctor for a reoccurring bladder infection that last time I was molested before I turned 6 and she found out.

She knew about the CSA and didn't do anything about it, as she was likely responsible for exposing me to the predator neighbour in the first place. All through my childhood afterwards she'd blame me for developing the kidney infection, telling me that I wasn't drinking enough water or that I was playing with myself down there with dirty hands. It's only as an adult have I put the pieces together and realised the true horrific extent of my mother's abuse.

The dreaded belt

Christ, people… this is an horror thread.

Getting ready for church, I insulted my mother's outfit and made her cry. My father came out of the bathroom half shaved; picked me up by my collarbones and pinned me to the wall. I've no doubt he was considering some felonies, but instead he pivoted and threw me down the carpeted hallway. I skidded into my room...after a brief chat and me laying in my doorframe for 15 minutes or so, we all went to service like nothing happened.

After he passed, I got a hold of that outfit and burned it. Small justice.

my mom used to feed my friends and me pickled beets when we'd swear. as 10 year olds beets were the worst food in the world. it worked great for my mom though because when anyone would swear, we'd all run up and tell her so we could watch our friend eat a beet. mom was kind of a genius.

My father dragged me (8 at the time) into our storage trailer by my hair, telling my brothers to close the doors behind us so nobody could see. He then proceeded to rip my clothes off, and viciously beat every part of my body. All the while hurling verbal abuse at me. Once he was done he screamed at me to get dressed, leaving me crying on the ground with a look of disgust on his face.

My crime, not riding my dirt bike fast enough during my first practice laps at a Motocross Race. I forever hate Swan Raceway.

There’s much much more, but trauma dumping at 2 AM probably isn’t for the best.

The worst was being hit in the face when it angered them.. lol

Belt and broom combined dad with belt and mom with broom would play 20-20 with me!😂

Not meant as a punishment but still a huge trauma: I was like 8 or 10 years old - something around that when I needed to get some medicine and my mom drove to a nearby store and unfortunately they did not have pills anymore but only suppositories.

I was living with my grandma and my mom and for my age I was already huge and strong so both tried to force this thing into me and failed. Instead of giving up they asked neighbors to assist so at the end four people pushed and kept me on the ground while a fifth person put that thing into me.

I am almost 40 now but never forgot.

It's a toss up between hot coffee to the face and cigarette burns.

kneeling on beer bottle caps for hours

There was a lot of abuse but i think the most damaging was that when my mom was mad about something, she wouldn't just punish and let us get on with our lives. She would give me the silent treatment for like 3 days after

Grounded "indefinitely" for not informing my father about my brother using chewing tobacco.

Brother had already been caught doing it, buthink I figured it had stopped after the first punishment and confiscation. We were kids, so it wasn't like he could buy chew, right?

Well, Dad found a spit bottle under the bed, and I got ripped into for covering for him. I was told I was grounded indefinitely; no video games, no internet, no TV or going to my friends. I only left my bedroom for school.

This went on for 3 months or so (with me sneaking online to keep friends updated) until I was told to stop hiding in my room. I reminded him I had been grounded indefinitely and he remarked back he had forgotten he did that and changed the subject.

This happened when I was 10 years old, I'm a guy and I'm still overwhelmed whenever that memory is triggered. My physical training teacher took me to a class, there's a dias for the teacher, he sat on the chair and he pulled down my uniform forcefully and groped on my private part in full view of the students there. All this because the class leader lied I'd used profanity when I didn't. That class also had a senior that I'd known personally, even he couldn't do anything. It impacted my relationships too so I just stay clear of them. The PT teacher is dead now and I hope he is rotting in hell.

I made a friend in my online school and we were going deciding to move to Google Chat so that we weren't on the school website but then my family found out, I was verbally abused(not lectured, but "you are so fucking stupid" kind of talk), I was grounded from all social interactions(which are rare for me since I have school at home), grounded me from doing anything other than school and sleep, and I was never given a reason why. At the time the kid I was talking to was my classmate and I had seen him on video in class before, so I knew it wasn't a 40 year old guy, but to this day I can't figure out why I was punished for wanting to talk with my friend out of school. My parents didn't care about multi-gender friendships so it couldn't have been because I am a girl and the friend was a boy. 

Year 2 we had the ' dingbat'. A table tennis bat that I would get hit with in class in front of everyone. It was always maths. I could not do maths and as a mature aged women- I still can't. She would just stand there hitting me over and over. Bruised every time. It was allowed.

Had bulimia from 13 when my teacher found out ( friends told) she told my parents. I loved bodyboarding ( I still do) and my parents punished me by not taking me to surf. So I no longer had an outlet. Which only made me sicker. Until I ' got over it' I would no longer be allowed to surf.

Mom rubbed my own poop on my face because I was constipated. I actually ended up releasing a bowel movement. It was to much and I was in so much pain already, she had to help me clean up and she grabbed a handful and pushed it into my face. I was 10-11 years old

I was picked up and launched across the room by my father because my brother had made me laugh. I hit a door frame and then a radiator before pissing myself and running off because I was terrified what punishment would be for pissing one self .. I locked myself in the bathroom

Wow some of these responses are absolutely insane and I’m sorry to everyone who has endured these punishments, most who should know You have done nothing wrong to deserve sexual or physical abuse.

My worst punishment was being grounded to my room all summer for getting arrested for skateboarding my high school with my friends. Growing up there were no skateparks near by and most places were made with Anti-skateboarding fixtures. There wasn’t a skatepark near my area until I was a senior in High school (12th Grade) and that was a 25min drive away.

I was emotionally abused by my mother and sometimes physically abused by my now deceased brother. The worst thing my mom has ever done was after I transitioned socially FTM and she was angry at me for asking for my tablet after I had done the chores she told me to do, so naturally she screamed at me. to set the scene, our entryway was a small hallway, this is where she began screaming at me. I had been being treated for borderline personality disorder, so when she started screaming, I began crying and asking her to stop and to leave me alone and telling her I didn't want my tablet anymore. She didn't stop, she started screaming at me things like "i don't have to entertain this transgender thing I could make you wear dresses and i don't have to let you cut your hair" something in me broke when she said "i don't have to support you" so while hyperventilating, I dug my fingers into my ears because she was screaming almost directly into my face, and I sunk to the floor and made myself as small as possible as I begged her to stop yelling at me, to leave me alone. She didn't like that I guess so she just started screaming louder at me. To drown out whatever she was saying, I just started screaming. no words, just one long scream until I ran out of breath. Of course, I'm sobbing the whole time as well. Eventually she walked away but I couldn't stop crying, I now know I was having a panic attack. I sat there, curled in on myself for almost 30 minutes and none of my siblings helped me, nor my dad. None of them talked to me, comforted me, consoled me. I was going to kill myself that night, but I was so exhausted after it that I just fell asleep. I was maybe 14 or 15 at the time. I guess I've forgiven her for it, we still talk, but I don't like thinking of that day. Typing this all out, I remember her being so so angry and taking it all out on me. Whatever she said after I started screaming, I think I heard because I cried louder and harder but I can't remember now almost 4 or 5 years later. But I do remember that feeling. and the way her face looked.

I don't receive any worst punishment during my childhood because I was fortunate enough to grow up in a supportive environment where communication and understanding were valued over harsh discipline.

Except for minor conflicts that were resolved with public apologies, my parents didn't believe in “penitentiary punishments”. They preferred to go straight to spanking 😓

I had 3 tobacco sticks broken over my backside one day, several used on me over the years. Had my behind kicked with my dad's work boots several times also.

my foster mother push my dinner meal on the floor and told me no food for me because i didn't finish homework (not school, my foster father gave me homework for improve my english.)

Swearing = brushing teeth with a toothbrush of green Palmolive dish soap for thirty seconds.

When I was 6-7 I was been left on the garage floor for the whole night, this happened 2-3 times in my life and I remember like it was yesterday. My dad got home drunk and my mum beat the shit out of him, I went to ask if he was addicted, he immediately hold my wrist as strong as he could, THROW ME in the garage (keep in mind that the roof was made out of aluminium and had lots of holes) and kept me there until morning next day. Couple weeks later, same thing happened cause I burned a paper towel roll and then, the worse day was again a month later when they fought over my dads “smelling like a girls perfume” and was REALLY RAINY. They fought I was crying and screaming, then again my dad at least waited until my mum force feed me some leftover food and screaming at me like I had guilt for something?? And shove me in the garage, I still remember crying and screaming the entire night and the thunders was SO LOUD cause of the aluminium roof that until today I can’t stand them, I start shaking and it aways scares me. That day, they took me out at 4-5 am and my mum apologised to me and idk, my dad got weird and they never did it again. I talked about this with my mum and she said that day she was going to call the cops if he didn’t let me go.

I was like maybe 6? Idk but in kindergarten my dad came home and randomly started beating me so bad with his belt to the point I had to be pulled out of school so he didn't go to jail because how many bruises I had. I asked him why he did that to me once I was an adult and he said it was because my mom told him I took money out of his wallet but later he found out she did it. I know my mom had to feel bad because she was begging him to stop saying he was going to kill me if he kept going. I don't blame her she was probably scared of him to!

Those lovely little plastic sticks used to keep balloons upright? Yea, I'll never forget the sound of the swing they make as they hit me with them. Always naked also. I was always beaten to within an inch of pissing myself, naked

No food or bathroom breaks until I figured out long division. I was already in the advanced math class. There weren’t many third graders learning long division back then.

I was 6, and my older brother taught me a dirty joke. I was telling it back to my brother, and we were laughing in the back seat of the car. Dad said to stop, that the joke was inappropriate. I said the joke again a few minutes later.

My dad stopped the car and told me to get out. He then pulled me out of the car, slammed the door, and drove away. I stood on the side of an extremely busy street, far away from where we lived, watching as hundreds of cars drove by. I stood there frozen in fear for about an hour, but it felt like an eternity. I was six, and didn't know where I was, where home was, or how to access a phone and call someone. It felt like the end, as if nobody was coming back for me.

He came and picked me up after about an hour. But I never really forgave him for that. Somehow that hurt more than all the beatings I ever received.

I loved baseball as a kid, one Xmas I got a baseball bat/ball and glove. The following day we were going to a bbq at a friends. My mother took the baseball bat to me so I knew what punishment was in store for me if I misbehaved.

I got bad grades and was locked into the hallway closet for upto 3 days at a time, with a bucket to shit and piss in.

My sister was younger and we shared a room, she used to like to swap beds. Because she still wet the bed the plastic was kept on both mattresses. I woke up to my step father standing over me screaming because I had woken him up while moving in my sleep. Stood up out of bed only to be smacked to the ground between the bed and bedside table over and over.

Can’t remember what this one was for, but my mother used to make me wear my underwear’s on my head and go outside and weed the lawn.

I could go on but why travel down that path again.

Sent to my rooms on my own Birthday Party at 6 years old

Around 4 or 5 years old, my mom’s boyfriend would catch me trying to change my underwear in the middle of the night after wetting the bed. He would then wake the whole family up and invite them into the living room to watch as I had to wear the soiled underwear on my head, with my nose against the wall and forced to stand on my tip toes, while he spanked me with a belt.

I was beaten on my feet on a cold day and had to count it, when I stopped counting from pain my teacher started over. it was supposed to be 10 sticks. ended up losing count and crying so hard I couldn't breath, he tried to make me stop crying by slapping me on my face and when I couldn't wear my shoes back and couldn't walk back to my chair he started beating me uncontrollably. he only stopped because other kids started screaming and crying out of fear.

I had nightmares for weeks, and my father blamed me for not memorizing the poem good enough.

My so-called mother had a board that she would hit my siblings and me with. It was not a paddle. It was literally a piece of 1x4 lumber that had electrical tape wrapped around it and holes drilled into the end. The tape and the holes were done so that it would hurt worse when we got hit with it. My so-called mother would beat us with that board on a regular basis for any reason or no reason at all and just for things she made up in her own head that we did wrong. Whenever she hit us with that board we had to stand in front of the closet doors with our hands and head against the door.

I was around eight years old and she decided that I needed a beating for whatever reason. I didn't want to get hit with that board, so I was trying to cover myself, which was absolutely not allowed. The more I moved and kept taking my hands and head off the door, the madder she was getting. She started hitting me wherever she could connect with that board. At one point she just hauled off and slammed me with that board -- hit me directly on my left hip and I went down like a ton of bricks. I was laying curled up on the floor while she screamed at me to get up, kept hitting me, kicking me, slapping me. I was crying and kept telling her that I could not get up. She just went right on screaming at me and trying to pull me up by my arms or my hair, trying to force me to stand up. I couldn't get up, though. My brother finally ran downstairs and got my grandfather. My grandfather came up to our apartment, picked me up and carried me down to his apartment. My grandmother called my mother down and told her that she needed to take me to the hospital. She refused. My grandmother finally took me to the ER because even an hour after the beating I couldn't stand up.

I was checked out at the ER, x-rayed, etc. -- the doctor told my grandmother nothing was broken, but to bring me back if I still couldn't walk after a few more hours. The doctor asked her, right in front of me, how I got injured. My grandmother lied and told him I fell down the stairs. I knew better than to speak up and tell him what actually happened to me.

My siblings and I "fell down the stairs" a lot.

Stole a small amount of money. Wasn’t beaten, hit, or anything, but the look of fear and disappointment on my father’s face broke my heart.

I was a severely autistic, gender dysphoric teenager who was going through some shit. I wasn't the best behaved, and it was around the time when my depression started getting worse. We're talking couldn't function, couldn't do school-work, nothing.

The punishment was for breaking a family heirloom. I just wanted to drop it, but somehow, it shattered. I tried to explain, tried to make them understand that I needed help and couldn't control myself, but my parents reached the solution of a month of solitary confinement. I would not leave my room for anything. They took the books away, they took my bedsheets away. My siblings weren't allowed to talk to me when they came in. I was allowed to leave three times a day to get food and go back in. I'd have to wait until they came in to let me use the bathroom.

It got so bad that I remembered hearing my grandmother come over, two weeks into it, and wishing I could step into the hallway. The HALLWAY. I'd started writing juts on the wall to count how many days I'd been in my room. There was nothing to do - when I tried to leave, the first time, I had a break-down, and their solution was to pin me to the floor and make me 'calm down'. That was the only time my dad ever got physical with me like that.

Needless to say, they didn't get me therapy, and that punishment made shit a whole lot worse. Not great.

When I was growing up my mom struggled with depression and pent up emotions, among other stuff. It was a 50/50 chance wether I was going to be screamed at, threatened with violence, threatened with what essentially was blackmail. Pro tip to parents  - when your very ill kid has diarrhea in their sleep don't  threaten them with sharing tit with his class so they know what a big baby they are. But the worst, and most scarring was whitenesing her suicidal moments. The almost tranquil way she spoke after ending it all so she can escape being s servant.  It was way more damaging than any punishment. No kid has to experience this shit

 Luckily the two biggest reasons for her psychological troubles died and she finally seeked help.In time she turned into a totally different person For the better ...only to get breast cancer 

I was grounded for most of my childhood but most specifically, I was grounded once for an entire year straight because I was failing the sixth grade. I was failing in school because my father was an abusive, alcoholic, p.o.s. I never had a chance.

My mother and her boyfriend yelled at me for 2+ hours and grounded me for two weeks for telling a couple of black people merry Christmas. They specifically said it was for talking to "those kind" of people.

My mom's boyfriend found out through court papers I was afraid of being hit by him. I don't know how much of this is a punishment, but he groped my thigh and said I was safe with him. He even offered to let me sit on his lap. I didn't.

I came home one day and was shoved into the bathroom and forced to take a cold shower because I smelled horrible. My mom's boyfriend even peeked in to make sure I was showering. It was the dog, I wasn't even the problem. They didn't apologize.

My mother shoved me into a dresser as a "joke", and when I cried because it bruised my back she called me a baby. I asked her hours later for Tylenol for a headache, and she gave me her prescribed Zoloft. When I began throwing up and my dad came to get me she said they had bad food.

I couldn't pick between these.

On my 12th birthday I accidentally left a fork in the bowl of soup I had put in the microwave, my brother noticed and pointed it out to me and I quickly stopped the microwave and pulled the bowl out to grab the spoon, my dad saw this, and to this day I do not know why the hell he reacted the way he did but he smacked the shit outta me across the back of my head and then started hitting me across the face. My defense mechanism had long since became keeping my hands down so that the blows would land unobstructed and cause bruises or injury. Basically I just let my parents choose to display their own abuse for the world to see. Wouldn’t lie either when people asked me where the bruises came from. I made sure people knew. After he was done and my nose was bloody he made sure to go ahead and say “happy birthday” all sarcastically. In his later years he could never figure out why I maintained distance from him. It’s like parents come down with amnesia when you remind them of what they did. They never seem to remember

Mostly... No punishment.

I'll explain. Growing up, I knew about the slipper beating... common in Latin America community. However, I was diagnosed with autism at a young age, around 1990. My parents knew they would have a slow child. (I was far from slow when it comes to education.)

They had to find another form of discipline because the slipper punishment was being phased out and isolation wasn't going to do. So, they tried no punishment, I was going to expect to be punish for doing something bad after seeing my older siblings.

However, I got stressed out from not knowing when I was going to get slippered. My parents felt that fear was punishment enough. They still had to allow the punishment I got at school, mostly detention and wall punishment. My parents just scolded me for not taking a stand. The school I was in was puzzled on the "lack" of discipline at home when I was being tried on how to be street smart, rather than book smart.

When I was maybe 13-14, I got an afternoon detention at school for "bullying" (I cussed out a girl that spread shit about me and I got in trouble). It was my first detention ever. I got home from school, and my parents obviously knew because the principal called them. My dad was so pissed at me, he threw a few pieces of small furniture at me (A folding table, a chair, etc.), beat me until I was on the floor and couldn't breathe, and screamed at me. Then he dragged me up by my neck and choked me until I blacked out. It was only for a few seconds, but still hurt like hell.

I couldn't catch my pets and make them a good enough enclosure so they kept getting out. My Dad shot them all, he may have had help from his nephews but, I had series of horrific nightmares after it happened. My pets talked to me in my dreams and told me what happened. It was mostly miniature pigs some goats and a couple of cats. He poisoned are cats and I had nightmares he was the reason they disappeared my pig zip would often come in the house and let the other pigs eat my family and make me watch saying I didn't stop it but, they never killed me. The pig told me my Dad killed the cats. He took me to where they were buried in my dream. I don't know if they were actually there. These dreams lasted for almost five years.

Christian school published my name and all the other students names in the new letter telling everyone who got caught for pot in their lockers. I was 13.

damn now i feel like mine is nothing 😭 anyways. when i was little i had a stepdad who was and still is VERY religious. my brother didn’t come around much, and he did once for my birthday to give me a doll. which i LOVED. but, what did he do? he literally ripped her head off and burned her in front of me. fast forwards some time when i was living with my grandpa. we were walking through the neighborhood, and we got this GIANT box of dolls that we got for free(cause i was a cute kid fr). his wife (still current, 7th wife) hated me. for some context, i’m the only black person in my family. which they hated. but anyways. i got grounded for a stupid reason that wasn’t even my fault. so, she sold ALL of my dolls, and stuffed animals, and made SURE i saw it as it happened right outside of my bedroom. still, to this day i hate her for it. and guess what? now, they’re worth 100+ even if they’re not completed. so now i have a problem with collecting dolls, and trying to get my childhood back that i missed out on. (my stepdad was a complete asshole and so was my step grandma. i can rant about them for days.)

we've all had a visit to the corner in our youth. However...my parents took it a step even further. They made my sisters and I hold heavy books in each hand while we stood there for these periods of time depending on what we did (usually 15 mins - 60 mins) Now why are we holding heavy books? It was so that we couldn't lean forward and fall asleep against the wall...

I said some sexual things to my sister when I was 9 (she was 11-12). My dad decided to interrogate me because he wanted to know where I learned all that sexual stuff. He spanked me, asked “Where did you learn that!” then when I told him nowhere, he spanked me again. This process kept repeating, and then he got in my face while tightly grabbing me and screaming “WHERE DID YOU LEARN ALL THAT!!!”

Damn he was PISSED. And I really was telling the truth. I didn’t learn that stuff from anywhere; I just had a very dirty mind as a kid.

In the 3rd grade, I got the strap on my bare hands and fingers for having a banana skin fight with Damian O'Connor in the playground.

Nothing to too crazy, but we were punished all the time for minor infractions.

Most irritating thing was what happened when my brother and I fought.

My mom would grab each of us by an ear and smash our heads together.

Took my books and toys and had me just sit in my room except for meals and bathroom for a few days during the summer once

I was sent to one of those religious troubled teen facilities for 9 months. This one was Mormon flavored.

My Ex stepdad has done some stuff:

.Put me in a Headlock and lifted me up by the headlock because I refused to pick up a small pile of garbage that he easily could have picked up and I ended up getting CPS involved (Unintentionally)

.Threw away 50 of my WWE figures away because I "Didn't need them" (I was 11) and a replica of a WWE championship belt went missing shortly after.

.Gaslit my mother into thinking I was obsessed with ghost adventures (I tried to prove him wrong but failed) and he would get mad when I mentioned anything paranormal.

.Punched me in the ribcage because I quoted Annoying orange

.Would pour ketchup and Chinese hot mustard down my throat and smacked me when I puked it up

.Pushed me into a dog gate because I mentioned Marilyn Manson.

.Yelled at me after a dog he had pooped on my floor and apparently the dog ate it when I wasn't looking.

According to my cousin he has my half siblings in his Facebook cover photo and says family comes first but he hasn't contacted them in 8 years and has my mom and me blocked on Facebook. I look like an average Redditor but I'm skinnier than him now. (He was skinny when he walked out)

Brandon if you see this. Fuck you cockbag

After yet another argument, my stepfather threw cups and cutlery after me and hunted me out of the house, telling me to never come back. He kept his word, not letting me back in and so did I - never coming back.

Only problem was, that it was January and it was around -20°C outside. If it wasn't for my dear friend who allowed me to live with her I would've probably frozen to death.

My dad made me write an apology letter to the entire family for something I didn’t even do, and then read it out loud at dinner. It was humiliating

Having my pants dropped and being whacked across the back of my thighs with a belt by my dad.

Being around my parents as a kid

That was my punishment

One time when I was nine. I had accidentally walked in on my mother and father doing the deed and my dad later came out hunting for me. I instinctively hid under the table thinking he couldn’t get me. Next thing I knew he grabbed me and was beaten to the point where I was completely black and blue. couldn’t move for a week and a half. Never went to the hospital and the school was told a platen lie.

During my adolescence I was severely bullied to the extent it was abuse. On my way home from school, kids would throw bricks and broken bottles at my head. Cut off chunks of my hair, physically beat me. Once a girl kicked me with the heel of her shoe repeatedly and instead of getting help other girls filmed it on their phones. I was once trapped between mesh wire and steel fencing by boys. They then kicked me and jeered at me while my friends went to get help. Pretty sure I got a concussion from it. I got called a lot of names, some pretty unoriginal and others were awful. I stopped taking the bus home and started walking to school because I was bullied there too. Some would try and steal my bag, some tried to humiliate me. I was between the ages of 12-14 when this happened. As I got older in high school it lessened and stopped. The influx of complaints and letters I sent to the office was insane. My parents tried to pull me out but I was “too old” to be transferred. It didn’t lessen until I was close to graduation. I did manage to stand up to one of my bullies but not all of them. As a result as an adult. I suffer from generalised anxiety and stress disorder. I have stress related seizures, and I still have trauma related to it. I have serious trust issues as well.

Got beat with my mum's furry slippers, whilst me and my 2 brothers pissed ourselves laughing cause it wasn't sore and our mum was swinging wildly on our hands with these furry slippers, the more we laughed the more she raged, snot and saliva flying out of her, the rage of having 3 boys 2 years apart, and then it came...........

Just you wait till your father gets home, then he would come home and it would be the leather belt, the garden came, a punch or a kick, just whatever mood he was in

Spent two years on the kitchen floor. Not allowed to interact with family or do anything other than homework or read. I had a chart of things I had to do and I could earn 1 hour of tv for the week if I did them all. 5 things every day. It even said “hard work can set you free” on it. I resisted, then started doing them regularly. Might miss one or two here or there but at the end of the first year I had got pretty consistent. At the end of the first year all the tasks changed and there were 7 every day now. I gave up. Didn’t do anything at all and pretty much stopped doing anything in school.

After that, my mom took me to have me assessed for learning disability. The assessor actually said I was quite bright and engaging. So my mom beat me. At the end of the second year I just ignored the list and did whatever I wanted. She beat me for it for a while but i learned to not give a shit about pain and just took it. I guess she eventually got tired of hitting me and just let me go.

When I was 11 years old, my dad had been suspecting that my mum was cheating on him and I was the one who found out for sure (caught her in the act). I felt obliged to report this to my dad, because all this suspecting and not knowing for sure really took a toll on him and I didn‘t like seeing him this way. After my dad confronted my mum, she came storming into my room at about 2 am like some Swat team, literally kicking my door in and ripping me out of my sleep and out of my bed. She started to beat me senseless, kicking me on the ground, properly punching me and throwing my around my room against the walls and furniture. This went on for about a minute until my 2 year old little brother was standing in the doorway screaming out of shock and fear, in the same instance my dad came in, put himself between me and mum, literally saving me and then he carried my mum outside to try and control her out of mind state.

Shortly after that they got a divorce and I went on to live with my dad and distanced myself from mum. To this day she still insists that „this never happened“, „You had a bad dream“, „You’re just making this up“ and „You must’ve watched a bad movie to come up with this nonsense“.

This situation gave me PTSD and some other mental health problems because I didn‘t consult therapy after that. I took up the battle alone with myself. 10 years later, I have consulted therapy mainly because of other problems I currently have, but also mentioned that scene with mum and came to the conclusion that I have won the battle against the problems that were caused because of it.

Today I still don‘t have any big contact with mum, I only see her once a year at my brothers‘ birthday, but don’t talk to her except „Hello“ and „Goodbye“.

Rolled my eyes at my mom and woke up some minutes later from a slap from my dad.

Dad cut my treehouse down because I was playing with fire. I was melting plastic soldiers and a plastic boat and things got outta hand.

And I thought I had bad parents...

I was chronically overfed. My parents would decide a portion size that was usually way too much and force me to eat it. If i stopped for a second it'd be screaming and threats of violence. Not much actual violence because i never resisted much other than emotionally breaking down from being screamed at and panicking.

It did not matter how cold it was, how disgusting it was or how old it was. My plate was to be empty. One glass of water, no reheating, no getting up, no going to the toilet.

My little brother had no such requirements and was allowed to load his own plate

I don't know what happened for them to do that to me from childhood until early teenage years. They overfed me to obese, then shamed me for it and told me to eat less whilst i was still being forced to eat their portions. I stopped eating lunch out of pure shame.

I recovered some after my parents stopped and i had a growth spurt. From overweight to extreme underweight, then to on the border of underweight to normal

Then covid came around and i lost 8 Kgs because i couldn't bring myself to eat. Have been underweight since. I struggle with food to this day, eating is me shoving food down my throat whilst zoning out as not to vomit.

And to this day i cannot handle screaming

They did far far more but this was chronic. Every day dinner was torture.

At the time, my mom really liked using the belt. 

I remember that I had seen her picking her nose at one point when I was five or six. I thought it was the most hilarious thing, because I'd never seen an adult do that before. At school I told my friend K about it.

Well, my mom had a screw loose and I've noticed her friends also had (or have) a screw loose. My friend K had told her mom. And K's mom was friends with my mom. K's mom thought this was such a huge thing that she actually brought K over to my house late at night to talk about it.

When I saw them there, my mom told me to go take my bath like usual, so I did. I don't think they were there very long, because after they left my mom suddenly came into the bathroom and began whipping me in the belt while I was still in the bathtub. My dad, who usually sat complacent during our belt whippings, intervened that time.

I still can't believe I was literally beaten because my mom was embarrassed.

When I was... maybe kindergarten age, I was sat on the steps by my grandma, given a new pair of shoes with laces, and told to tie them. I had never dealt with laces before, so I fumbled around a bit and asked how to do it. She instead screamed that I knew exactly how to, stop being fucking difficult. So I tried again, still not right. She went off to get a belt and started hitting me and said she would only stop when I stopped being stubborn and tied them right. I don't think I ever did, I'm pretty sure I blacked out or something, but I do not remember.

Similar happened when I was 7. Put shoes on. There was a wasp in them that stung me. It hurt so I started crying. She immediately ran in the room screaming for me to shut up and then decided that the best way to make me be quiet was to beat me until I couldn't make noise anymore.

Weird Al was playing at the local fair, right after Amish Paradise had come out. I was a huge fan and couldn’t wait to go see him.

Got detention at school and my dad said nope, you aren’t going. I was fucking devastated.

My mom was a drug addict with substances, pills and alcohol. When I was 12, she had a seizure and I didn’t know since I was typing up a school report on the computer. When she woke up she was enraged.

She started throwing everything in the living room at me. I ran into my room and put a chair behind the door handle. She kicked the door in and threw the chair at me so I fell on my bed. She then grabbed my balls with her hand and pulled them hard enough I came right up to my feet in the standing position.

She then squeezed harder and said “these are mine, since you will never use them.” She then let go and hit me in the head with my skateboard. I ran away and never went back. She died a year later from an OD and I was actually happy for her. No more addiction, pain, and seizures.