Ptsd And Our Children

[Jimmy1]

Same, my dad was a cop though. I could sneak away somewhere and make sure nobody saw us and yet he would always find out. Just the threat of a belting kept us in line, but we were always in the shit.

When my sister stole a lolly from the local shop, he took her there with lights and sirens on and made her pay for it.
Then when she got home, he gave her a belting.

Its the people that cross that line from discipline to abuse that the problem lies.

 

[Sarg]

True, very true,

Sarg

 

[BV101]

I had none of this at all. I just had a perfect, wonderful home life as a child. Thats not me making a joke either. I was unbelievably happy. I hope that it cannot be passe don though as for my second home, well its f*cked.