pick him up
look him straight in the eyes
and in the most intimidating voice I can muster, threaten to send his soul to swim with Sithis in the void if he doesn't be quiet
honestly this is what I would do because I have no experience with children
Child Discipline.
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pick him up
look him straight in the eyes
and in the most intimidating voice I can muster, threaten to send his soul to swim with Sithis in the void if he doesn't be quiet
honestly this is what I would do because I have no experience with children
Tsuyu
is wearing Queen's lace panties.
Some kids are terribly hard-headed regardless of what you do, as Sharon stated not one punishment is guaranteed to work for every child (my siblings would typically get different forms of punishment than me). As in my case my father resorted only to corporal punishment and never taking the time to try and talk and understand me more, he felt it would be wasted effort and that if he showed softness towards me that I would take advantage of it. Which only made me angry and at times scared of him to the point I wouldn't want to be around him sometimes. I agree with Tsuyu, the hitting never taught me right from wrong only that he just wanted to hurt me (which I know isn't true), maybe if he tried talking to me more like my mom did, things could have been different.
For this Disclipline reasons, it made me stop doing stupid things that were most likely wrong back then.
But for relationship wise with my dad, it was horrible, I don't blame it all on the smacking or not talking it over with what im doing wrong, I merely blame it on him, being a total lieing bastard.
But for relationship wise with my dad, it was horrible, I don't blame it all on the smacking or not talking it over with what im doing wrong, I merely blame it on him, being a total lieing bastard.
Most of my discipline has been emotional from my dad, i.e: Yelling, tearing me down, the biggest thing I remember is that he would tell me I did a good job but then immediately tell me I could've done better and how to do it better. Another time is I refused a grounding when I was 14 because I found it unjust, he told me that there was an agency he could call to pick up and take away unruly children (I didn't know wtf child services was haha) he even looked them up in the phone book and dialed the number; that ****ed me up. Though I did get beat, I don't remember the reasons, just the belt.
Sounds pretty horrible..
When I decided to pursue my passion of the outdoors, to become an instructor/guide/teacher, I came back and told my parents, my dad looked at me and told me I was a disappointment to the family and to his family, that cut me pretty deep. But then I found out something he did, which then made me not care for anything he has to say, ever again.
It was actually similar for me. It was never "good job" or "well done", more like "do it like this" (and honestly it goes on even now). And the frustration of two pairs of eyes looking over your shoulder if you just want to sit down and write something... Heck I can't even peel a potato without them eyes watching if I'm "doing it right". Yes, I'm paranoid. I don't want to make it worse than it was, because my parents have been great; but that little speck of confidence was always missing.
I always liked my uncle as he was the opposite. He never had a "can he do it?" moment, always brushing everything off and wondering why wouldn't someone be able to do some trivial tasks.
Jeez, and I thought my dad was crazy..
Aside from the whippings, I only got yelled at for doing silly stuff around the house like jumping on furniture. I still remember when I found my mom and dad's porn collection under their bed (I was around 9) and when he found out, he was mad as hell, but for some incredible reason I didn't get a beating for it.. I only got "the talk" from both of them. Painfully awkward. I hope I won't have to do the same one day..
Aside from the whippings, I only got yelled at for doing silly stuff around the house like jumping on furniture. I still remember when I found my mom and dad's porn collection under their bed (I was around 9) and when he found out, he was mad as hell, but for some incredible reason I didn't get a beating for it.. I only got "the talk" from both of them. Painfully awkward. I hope I won't have to do the same one day..
Tsuyu
is wearing Queen's lace panties.
I think you'll have a harder time explaining who Giki-Chan is and why she's only here when Daddy's not.
I was never hit by my parents as a kid. Both of them are Doctors, my mom has some background in psychology. She's a firm believer that even if hitting a kid were a proper response, that kind of power is bound to be abused no matter how well-intended the parent is. She worked as a family therapist and had to deal with these situations gone-wrong all day, so she may have been a bit jaded.
I remember getting spankings every now and then. My mom would often use the threat "I'm not afraid to pull your pants down here and spank you in front of everyone." I don't remember many, so obviously they didn't scar me in any horribly mental way. My mom would count to 3, stick me in the corner, yada yada, pretty standard child punishments.
My dad would just yell. He was really loud and stalky so he was infinitely terrifying to me when I was really little. I'm meek, and well mannered now, and I'm often told I'm full of a lot of wisdom by a lot of people. I don't know if that was the punishments I got, or if it was just how I turned out on my own.
Sometimes I think a lot of children need to be ****ing smacked. some kids, the way they speak to their parents, And I'm including ages 5 and up, is just heinous.
I hate children anyway...I only REALLY like specific ones, other wise they usually make me awkward.
Brining up though a relevant topic. My friend has a 5 year old, who CONSTANTLY slams her door when she's mad. I suggested that he should take the door off. I went and read on line that apparently that's considered a form of child abuse, and I was awe stricken. I read that it takes away from the child's "privacy".
I only found ONE level headed comment from ONE person saying, to keep the child's privacy intact, but still eliminate the possibility of door slamming, they suggested putting up a curtain, and or having the child change in the bathroom.
I agree with that person whole heartedly. Either way..it really depends on the situation and the child in question.
My dad would just yell. He was really loud and stalky so he was infinitely terrifying to me when I was really little. I'm meek, and well mannered now, and I'm often told I'm full of a lot of wisdom by a lot of people. I don't know if that was the punishments I got, or if it was just how I turned out on my own.
Sometimes I think a lot of children need to be ****ing smacked. some kids, the way they speak to their parents, And I'm including ages 5 and up, is just heinous.
I hate children anyway...I only REALLY like specific ones, other wise they usually make me awkward.
Brining up though a relevant topic. My friend has a 5 year old, who CONSTANTLY slams her door when she's mad. I suggested that he should take the door off. I went and read on line that apparently that's considered a form of child abuse, and I was awe stricken. I read that it takes away from the child's "privacy".
I only found ONE level headed comment from ONE person saying, to keep the child's privacy intact, but still eliminate the possibility of door slamming, they suggested putting up a curtain, and or having the child change in the bathroom.
I agree with that person whole heartedly. Either way..it really depends on the situation and the child in question.
Yeah my parents only had to actually smack me a handful of times, the rest of the time it was the threat of being smacked that stopped me from misbehaving.
LOL CHILD ABUSE! See this is where it annoys me - the child has more rights than the parent. Yeah, ok, they are vulnerable and small and blah blah blah but what is a parent to do when faced with wilful aggression and destructive behaviour? My daughter is at that age where everything embarrasses her (which is GREAT fun, by the way) so you only have to do something like mention boys or bras or sex and she's red as a tomato and going, "eww mum stop it!". But here's the list of things to be done to her if she steps out of line:
1. Slamming doors means no door. No curtain. No nothing. Why should I compromise on YOUR punishment?
2. Not taking care of stuff means no more stuff. Your iPod, your phone, your new clothes from Hollister? Ebay, my friend. And I keep the profits. (I've done this before and it was a very lucrative year for me indeed - so much so she hasn't warranted that punishment since).
3. Continued refusal to clean up after herself means I refuse to clean up. Her room gets worse, her clothes stink, she has no clean plates to eat off - not my problem. That lasted only about 4 hours before she cracked.
4. Lying to me (about big stuff such as where she is, who she's with, what she's up to etc) means total removal of privileges. She doesn't go out, she doesn't call anyone, she doesn't do a damn thing without my express permission. Not had to do this yet but I'm just waiting for it now high school starts in a week.
5. General gobby attitude/treating me like crap on her shoe warrants an all-out humiliation assault. I'm not easily embarrassed so I don't care if I walk up to her school in my dressing gown, bunny slippers and hair in a towel to pick her up in front of her mates. They're not my mates, after all.
On a slightly more serious note, at the age Jessica is now, talking to her yields better results than punishing her. The punishments usually only happen when talking does no good - and sometimes, whether the bleeding hearts brigade believe it or not, just talking isn't enough. Sometimes there need to be some consequences for actions because that's how the real world works. you can't talk your way out of every situation - some things have to change.
Tsuyu
is wearing Queen's lace panties.
That's so incredibly cruel!
...towards the male students.
That's some major MILF material right there.
My neighbour wins in the humiliation stakes though - even I wouldn't do what she did.
Her daughter (this was about 10 years ago as she's left home now) was being extra nasty evil teenager to her and wouldn't put her clothes in the wash. Like, ever. She demanded her mother do it and so one morning, Lynn had taken about all the attitude she could manage so she waited until her daughter went to school, gathered up all the filthy laundry of hers that she could find (we're talking proper gross-out underwear and skanky bra type stuff here) and pegged the lot of it out on the magnolia tree in her front yard for everyone to see. Then she waited for the end of school when she knew her daughter would come home with a load of equally gobby mates and enjoyed the show that commenced courtesy of one loud friend from the top of the road yelling out, "OH MY GAWD! THOSE ARE YOUR KNICKERS!"
Apparently Lynn never had a problem with her daughter in that particular area again.
Her daughter (this was about 10 years ago as she's left home now) was being extra nasty evil teenager to her and wouldn't put her clothes in the wash. Like, ever. She demanded her mother do it and so one morning, Lynn had taken about all the attitude she could manage so she waited until her daughter went to school, gathered up all the filthy laundry of hers that she could find (we're talking proper gross-out underwear and skanky bra type stuff here) and pegged the lot of it out on the magnolia tree in her front yard for everyone to see. Then she waited for the end of school when she knew her daughter would come home with a load of equally gobby mates and enjoyed the show that commenced courtesy of one loud friend from the top of the road yelling out, "OH MY GAWD! THOSE ARE YOUR KNICKERS!"
Apparently Lynn never had a problem with her daughter in that particular area again.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
I would be a parent if only I could do things like this
that's absolutely priceless
Well I've got nothing else to do this week so...sureWow Sharon, I think I love you. Will you have my children.