Ammonitida
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Note to self...no more Geraldo.
I have NEVER like that guy. Hated his old talk show too. I'd rather watch Jerry Springer.
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Note to self...no more Geraldo.
Yes please! Dear lawyers can you make sure you include this in her wrongful death suit. Thank you.
Begging forgiveness in advance here because I'd like to point out that wooden spoons, paddles, belts, switches etc used as instruments to inflict punishment are not laughable to me. Sorry. I understand the light hearted dialogue and the meaning for sharing, but my experience still leaves me with such emotional pain and I can't find one moment of laughter given that my mother could not find any possible way to discipline without inflicting horrible pain because hurting us (her children) was the only thing she knew to do.
Every evening we were lined up naked following an evening bath, told to bend over the claw foot tub and we were spanked irregardless of the day's actions or infractions. It was an every day occurrence. If it wasn't the wooden spoon, it was a belt...or we were told to go outside and cut a switch, "and it better be a good one or I'll spank you twice and you'll realize that I mean business." And she did. Over and over again.
Our punishments were always on naked skin with the dreaded spoon, switch or belt. We learned early on that despite trying to live like kids do, my mother insisted on perfection and nothing less would be accepted.
When I was in college, my grandmother told me (while she was dying) that she was so proud of me and my accomplishments. She went on to say that she feared for years that my mother would go too far and she cried of embarrassment and humiliation for not interfering when she had the opportunity. She made me promise that I would never discipline my children as my mother had done to us.
Fast forward, I had just one child and I can promise this, I never laid a hand or other instrument on my child, never struck, and never popped my child. Never.
I'm not saying I was perfect nor was raising an only child easy either. I simply found other ways to deal with dosing discipline. I lived in an abusive environment at a time when children did not have rights. I chose to stop the cycle.
Just my experience.
Proud that you chose to show your love to your child by not hitting :love you:
But the sad thing is a lot of parents didn't or don't. I would trade jodi her "wooden spoon" for my plastic hanger any day! I think the jury probably thought her story was pretty ridiculous when in reality we all know of far more atrocious means of punishment gone overboard. :hugs:
Regarding grrraldoYes please! Dear lawyers can you make sure you include this in her wrongful death suit. Thank you.
I'll wipe that smirk right off your face!.[/QUOTE]
Or this beauty----"I'll give you something to REALLY cry about"!!!
:drumroll:
I went through pretty much the exact same stuff ATOH. Scarily enough I started to do as I was taught from a young age...using hitting when people po'ed me off. And it was the norm-many people went through similar stuff. I hated and resented my dad for many years until I got into therapy and forgave him. Really truly forgave him. I have also had to do a lot of self-help so I don't repeat the cycle and use my brain to discipline instead of knee-jerk hitting.
Both of my parents went through even worse as kids....my dad the child of German immigrants with quick tempers and maybe some PTSD going on I don't know. It is a struggle every day...I inherited the hairtrigger temper and I am the sole parent with too much to do...it is a challenge.
omg!! he said why did they shooter who shot gabbey gifford and killed the others only got life and an abused woman is getting DP - cuz the other guy PLEAD OUT TO LWOP! and jodi refused cuz she thought she should get time served - omg!!!! :banghead: and SHE WAS NEVER ABUSED!!! :facepalm:
I have NEVER like that guy. Hated his old talk show too. I'd rather watch Jerry Springer.
FYI: Here is a link to sign for the Create Travis Alexander's Law: Stop Allowing Highly Prejudicial Claims Against Murder Victims Without Evidence https://www.change.org/petitions/cr...laims-against-murder-victims-without-evidence
Photograph of Travis chasing around a naked 4 year old boy with a bible open pretending to be a CATHOLIC PRIEST!!!!
I think it was more staged. She says he was dressed up as a catholic priest and the boy was holding a bible. You could say poor taste, but to Jodi it was artistic and cute. She is vile for even mentioning this in that interview.
What makes it worse, he started out as a socially relevant journalist, writing exposes on the injustices of mental institutions and such back in the day...
Begging forgiveness in advance here because I'd like to point out that wooden spoons, paddles, belts, switches etc used as instruments to inflict punishment are not laughable to me. Sorry. I understand the light hearted dialogue and the meaning for sharing, but my experience still leaves me with such emotional pain and I can't find one moment of laughter given that my mother could not find any possible way to discipline without inflicting horrible pain because hurting us (her children) was the only thing she knew to do.
Every evening we were lined up naked following an evening bath, told to bend over the claw foot tub and we were spanked irregardless of the day's actions or infractions. It was an every day occurrence. If it wasn't the wooden spoon, it was a belt...or we were told to go outside and cut a switch, "and it better be a good one or I'll spank you twice and you'll realize that I mean business." And she did. Over and over again.
Our punishments were always on naked skin with the dreaded spoon, switch or belt. We learned early on that despite trying to live like kids do, my mother insisted on perfection and nothing less would be accepted.
When I was in college, my grandmother told me (while she was dying) that she was so proud of me and my accomplishments. She went on to say that she feared for years that my mother would go too far and she cried of embarrassment and humiliation for not interfering when she had the opportunity. She made me promise that I would never discipline my children as my mother had done to us.
Fast forward, I had just one child and I can promise this, I never laid a hand or other instrument on my child, never struck, and never popped my child. Never.
I'm not saying I was perfect nor was raising an only child easy either. I simply found other ways to deal with dosing discipline. I lived in an abusive environment at a time when children did not have rights. I chose to stop the cycle.
Just my experience.
BBM
((hugs))
omg!! he said why did they shooter who shot gabbey gifford and killed the others only got life and an abused woman is getting DP - cuz the other guy PLEAD OUT TO LWOP! and jodi refused cuz she thought she should get time served - omg!!!! :banghead: and SHE WAS NEVER ABUSED!!! :facepalm:
Wow, I thought the brother's story was weird, but didn't someone else say they saw someone running from the house? Poor family.
Begging forgiveness in advance here because I'd like to point out that wooden spoons, paddles, belts, switches etc used as instruments to inflict punishment are not laughable to me. Sorry. I understand the light hearted dialogue and the meaning for sharing, but my experience still leaves me with such emotional pain and I can't find one moment of laughter given that my mother could not find any possible way to discipline without inflicting horrible pain because hurting us (her children) was the only thing she knew to do.
Every evening we were lined up naked following an evening bath, told to bend over the claw foot tub and we were spanked irregardless of the day's actions or infractions. It was an every day occurrence. If it wasn't the wooden spoon, it was a belt...or we were told to go outside and cut a switch, "and it better be a good one or I'll spank you twice and you'll realize that I mean business." And she did. Over and over again.
Our punishments were always on naked skin with the dreaded spoon, switch or belt. We learned early on that despite trying to live like kids do, my mother insisted on perfection and nothing less would be accepted.
When I was in college, my grandmother told me (while she was dying) that she was so proud of me and my accomplishments. She went on to say that she feared for years that my mother would go too far and she cried of embarrassment and humiliation for not interfering when she had the opportunity. She made me promise that I would never discipline my children as my mother had done to us.
Fast forward, I had just one child and I can promise this, I never laid a hand or other instrument on my child, never struck, and never popped my child. Never.
I'm not saying I was perfect nor was raising an only child easy either. I simply found other ways to deal with dosing discipline. I lived in an abusive environment at a time when children did not have rights. I chose to stop the cycle.
Just my experience.
I joke about this here, but I've also shared my own experience and cried about it here as well; many of us have. You have company here and are welcome. I know I never intend to offend with my humor.
She felt safe with Ryan because she thought she now had her solid alibi. Period.
Begging forgiveness in advance here because I'd like to point out that wooden spoons, paddles, belts, switches etc used as instruments to inflict punishment are not laughable to me. Sorry. I understand the light hearted dialogue and the meaning for sharing, but my experience still leaves me with such emotional pain and I can't find one moment of laughter given that my mother could not find any possible way to discipline without inflicting horrible pain because hurting us (her children) was the only thing she knew to do.
Every evening we were lined up naked following an evening bath, told to bend over the claw foot tub and we were spanked irregardless of the day's actions or infractions. It was an every day occurrence. If it wasn't the wooden spoon, it was a belt...or we were told to go outside and cut a switch, "and it better be a good one or I'll spank you twice and you'll realize that I mean business." And she did. Over and over again.
Our punishments were always on naked skin with the dreaded spoon, switch or belt. We learned early on that despite trying to live like kids do, my mother insisted on perfection and nothing less would be accepted.
When I was in college, my grandmother told me (while she was dying) that she was so proud of me and my accomplishments. She went on to say that she feared for years that my mother would go too far and she cried of embarrassment and humiliation for not interfering when she had the opportunity. She made me promise that I would never discipline my children as my mother had done to us.
Fast forward, I had just one child and I can promise this, I never laid a hand or other instrument on my child, never struck, and never popped my child. Never.
I'm not saying I was perfect nor was raising an only child easy either. I simply found other ways to deal with dosing discipline. I lived in an abusive environment at a time when children did not have rights. I chose to stop the cycle.
I am sorry you still have a lot of conflict with your childhood experiences. I had a lot worse than the wooden spoon and belt, so I do understand your conflict. But, one day, as an adult, I was able to stand and say to them it was their problem, along with a few other choice things. I no longer accepted any fault or blame, and I was freeing my soul from them. I thank God He gave me the strength to do that, for the change it brought to my life is amazing. I refuse to live my life as a victim ... I don't consider myself a survivor. I consider myself a normal woman who can make good choices for myself and family, and leave the conflict with the ones that wish to live that way. Free your mind and soul, and live the life you want and be good to not only those you live,but to yourself too, Best wishes.
Just my experience.