Punishments as a kid of the 60's,70's and 80's

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Actually just thought of a funny time myself and the Brother were fighting over a game of Darts, there is a year between us and we used to fight over anything, We were bigger than my Ma, being a small petite woman and realising that baiting us was of no benefit, she went out the back yard and returned with a hatchet, and proceeded to chop up the Dart board into little pieces. Then turned around in a rage and said you's are next if yiz don't stop.

She gained our respect after that.

Dr. Zaius Dr. Zaius!

Born in 88.

Smacks around the head, back, arms were common, from both parents.
I dont really remember weapons being used very often but i remember once being beaten with a shoe by my mother!

The beatings werent as bad as the shouting from my father though. Hasnt worked a proper days work in the 26 years i know him and spends every night drinking. Cue the hangovers every morning and the verbal abuse at the dinner table for waking him up, at 12.00 in the afternoon! I hate him but thats for another thread.

Back to the beatings...we probably deserved it, my siblings and I, abd theres no hard feelings between our ourselves and our mother. She actually feels bad about it all these years later!

eisenberg1

Henry Sidney wrote: »

Holy fück. Were all Irish parents violent abusive arsèholes? Can't believe what I am reading here. Your parents should have been imprisoned in some cases, and in others at the very least child services should have been involved. Can't honestly believe this cràp went on.

I'm in my late 40s and know personally of nobody in the UK that suffered such systematic abuse at the hand of their parents, in particular their mother.

I feel genuinely sorry for you all. Wooden spoons? Belts? Appalling.

But it did happen in the UK, right?

Eleysian

I was about eight and my brother 12 but my Mam lost it with him one day and smashed his guitar on his head. She must have hit him a few times as it ended up in pieces. Scary times...

circadian

I had a boot thrown at me while I was making a hasty getaway from me angry da.

For Forks Sake

Being threatened with being sold to the t1nkers.

LETHAL LADY

Tbh as an 80s child I got more slaps and beatings from the teachers in primary school. I reckon one or two of them were sadists.

cletus van damme

Battered with fists, sticks, belt, wooden spoon by my dad.
Hair pulled and pinched by my mother.

Could be for anything but the best ones were when you were beaten again for not knowing why you were beaten in the first place. And alas not uncommon as you'd never really know what slight my mother would dream up.

Pumpkinseeds

We'd get a slap on the backside or the back of the legs once in a blue moon and only if we had well and truly pushed it too far. We'd only have ourselves to blame as we always got umpteen warnings. I was born in '73 and none of my friends was beaten or abused by parents, that I know of. The most upsetting thing would have been seeing the look of disappointment on my parents faces.

Another poster mentioned getting hit in school by teachers. When I was about 7 a nun slapped both sets of my knuckles with the edge of a ruler, to this day I don't know why, anyway, the next day my mother went to the school and threatened the bitch. I didn't know about the threat until decades later when she told me about it after a few drinks, it seems my mother told her and the headmaster that she'd rip the face off her if she touched me again. I was shocked as my mother is absolutely lovely and the last person in the world who would ever threaten or assault someone.

purplepanda

Henry Sidney wrote: »

Holy fück. Were all Irish parents violent abusive arsèholes? Can't believe what I am reading here. Your parents should have been imprisoned in some cases, and in others at the very least child services should have been involved. Can't honestly believe this cràp went on.

I'm in my late 40s and know personally of nobody in the UK that suffered such systematic abuse at the hand of their parents, in particular their mother.

I feel genuinely sorry for you all. Wooden spoons? Belts? Appalling.

During the early '70's, after moving to North London a few years before, the English families were just as bad as the Irish for beating their kids, the west indian & greek families were the worst though.

The teachers used to give us the cane & slipper on a daily basis or a sly beating out of site of others, bullies used to get severe beatings in that manner & they had no comeback afterwards. :eek: Suppose the bullies sometimes deserved it as I often saw their antics.


Most locals would give you a dig for messing about & the local cops, would beat hell out of you just for annoying old ladies. A local beat officer from Dublin was the worst for that, until we found out he was having an affair with a prison officer & we threatened to tell his missus! :pac:

Still, my old Dad never hit me at all after I was 8 or so & the stepmother would have but she couldn't catch me, yes I was a little sod to say the least!

Never hit my kids after age six or so, but used to give them a slap with the palm for messing about with fire or anything dangerous, the other half was much worse than that with them, but she & her brothers used to get the belt from their Welsh parents :mad:

The One Doctor

Henry Sidney wrote: »

at the very least child services should have been involved.

In Ireland the child services are involved if the social worker thinks the kid has the wrong colour hair. Anything less and it's ignored.

messrs

iMac_Hunt wrote: »

When I was younger, if I swore, I would get mustard spread on my tongue. I still hate mustard to this day.

My sister in law still does that to her kids!!

The One Doctor

messrs wrote: »

My sister in law still does that to her kids!!

And I assume she's not too bright, right?

cloud493

Child of the 90s/2000s, got the bollocks kicked out of me more times than I can count. Kickings, the belt, no food, being locked outside, etc.

FanadMan

Was born in the 70s's. Wasn't the worst kid in the world - neither was my brother so we didn't get punished much. Dad never hit us at all but roared his bloody head off if need be. When we did misbehave it was up to Mum to punish us but seeing as she was only about 5 foot tall, it wasn't terribly effective - just backside, arms and back were slapped while me and the brother laughed. Normally Mum ended up laughing as well......or else the dog would get between us and growl at her

mickydoomsux

My father literally cut me in half with a chainsaw

porsche959

You guys are lucky bastards.

In my day we lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!

porsche959

mickydoomsux wrote: »

My father literally cut me in half with a chainsaw

You lucky, lucky bastard. We were so poor our dad couldn't even afford a chainsaw. He garrotted us every day with our own intestines and then made us go down the mine to work for twenty five hours a day solid before making us get up in the morn' an hour before we went to sleep.

Luxie

mariaalice wrote: »

Worst that ever happened to us was being shouted at and told we were worse than the bulubas, or that we would put her in a mental home with our carry on.

My mother used threaten to drown herself in the nearby river!:eek:

Sprog 4

My Da used to take out the tin whistle. It would squeel horribly as he swung it at me and leave bumps on my arse (if it hit me where the finger holes are). Tough times

Shakespeare's Sister

Ew, these threads are always so depressing, because of the abusive c*ntbags they describe.

Henry Sidney wrote: »

Holy fück. Were all Irish parents violent abusive arsèholes?

You know all of them weren't.

I'm in my late 40s and know personally of nobody in the UK that suffered such systematic abuse at the hand of their parents

But as someone else said, it does happen in the UK.

Dr. Zaius Dr. Zaius! wrote: »

Back to the beatings...we probably deserved it, my siblings and I, abd theres no hard feelings between our ourselves and our mother. She actually feels bad about it all these years later!

No ye did not. A smack on the arse is a debatable one.
A beating though - no, a child does not deserve one of those.

Sir Arthur Daley

No wifi for the evening, at weekends it was no sky and no wifi.

Sam Kade

Racyjase wrote: »

For the kids of the 60's,70's and maybe 80's how did the parents punish you as a kid and did you deserve it? Without meaning to sound like an ole fart, it just ooccured to me how different things are these days

Back then we were called children

Shakespeare's Sister

Sam Kade wrote: »

Back then we were called children

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5Lec3m1pLY

joe swanson

It was the classic wooden spoon for me. Had the joy of a number being broken on me.

What a great time was the eighties.

Racyjase

joe swanson wrote: »

It was the classic wooden spoon for me. Had the joy of a number being broken on me.

What a great time was the eighties.

I was a child of the eighties too. All my father ever had to do was reach for his big thick work belt. I never remember him actually taking it off or hitting me with it. Usually the threat of that belt across the arse was enough.

pickarooney

Racyjase wrote: »

I was a child of the eighties too. All my father ever had to do was reach for his big thick work belt...

and by thunder his trousers would fall down?

messrs

The One Doctor wrote: »

And I assume she's not too bright, right?

She is a teacher!!!

The One Doctor

QED.

Karl Stein

70's/80's child. If the worst story here was a 10 and not being slapped at all was 0 my experiences of slapping were at about level 2, max. I grew up thinking adults slapping children was perfectly normal; I'm steadfastly against it now and not because of my own relatively insignificant 'level 2' experiences.

When I was a kid it wasn't at all unusual to see a kid being administered a volley of whacks in public - that's changed and thankfully slapping kids is gradually becoming taboo.

eisenberg1

messrs wrote: »

She is a teacher!!!

But just not a very bright one.

Luxie

Luxie wrote: »

My mother used threaten to drown herself in the nearby river!:eek:

"If you kids don't stop tormenting each other in the back, I'm going to find a wall and drive straight into it!"

Worked for mebbe 20 -30 seconds at a time.

eisenberg1

Candie wrote: »

"If you kids don't stop tormenting each other in the back, I'm going to find a wall and drive straight into it!"

Worked for mebbe 20 -30 seconds at a time.

"If you lot dont shut up, I am turning this car around and will go straight home"

Even though we are only three miles from destination, and we already travelled eighty miles:D

eisenberg1

eisenberg1 wrote: »

"If you lot dont shut up, I am turning this car around and will go straight home"

Even though we are only three miles from destination, and we already travelled eighty miles:D

"Next time I stop for gas, I'm abandoning you all at the station unless this stops right now!"

And all we ever did was laugh at this stuff

Karl Stein

Ah yes, the car in the 70's/80's. I have memories of my Dad's gorilla-like arm, emerging from between the front seats of the car, seeking a fall guy for a slap to quieten the shrubbery of squabbling children sitting in the back of the car.

eisenberg1

If you were not in the good books...

"Can I have an ice cream?"

"Ice cream, ICE CREAM, I'll give you ice cream..."

I never really understood that one.

eisenberg1

eisenberg1 wrote: »

If you were not in the good books...

"Can I have an ice cream?"

"Ice cream, ICE CREAM, I'll give you ice cream..."

I never really understood that one.

My parents were very clear about the transactional nature of ice-cream buying.

"IF and only IF I buy the ice-cream, I expect at least one hour of absolute silence or there will be no ice-cream for the rest of the week. Is that crystal clear?"

"Yes Daddy"

15 minutes later:

"Next wall I see, I'm driving straight through it! Stop breathing on your sister! Stop wiping your nose in your brother!" "Share that Gameboy, it was bought for all of you!"

Good times.