I Was Beaten and Drugged, Thank God!

I hear it all the time how some adult is talking to their therapist about how bad they were treated as a child and how they just can't cope with life because of the way their mother and dad use to spank them. Now they're having to go through countless hours of therapy because they got a sting on their butt a few times.

Now I'm not talking about people who have been abused. I'm talking about being spanked and made to mind like most of us were made to do in the past without any dire consequences now. To tell you the truth, I'm thankful that I had parents who made me toe the line. They probably kept me out of prison, because I was a really rebelious kid. And there's no telling where I might have ended up if my dad hadn't used his belt on me from time to time. Now don't get me wrong, when it was happening to me, I wasn't happy about it. It felt like my butt was never going to be the same. I remember sitting on pillows for days after I'd done something wrong enough to warrant being spanked. But if it hadn't been for the spankings, there would have been a lot worse consequences later on in life. I might have wound in prison or worse, dead.

You might be thinking..what on earth would a child do that would make such barbaric practice necessary? Well actually I wasn't that bad of a kid, but I did try to lie about what I was doing, smoking cigarettes or spending too much attention to boys and not enough attention to school. And I played way too much hooky. I missed a lot of school that had been paid for by the sweat and tears of my daddy. And he wound up working himself to death at the young age of 40.

I also had a drug problem. I was drug to church every time the doors were opened. So I guess I should be sitting in the shrinks office complaining about that too. I mean, that had to be a mean parent who would force me to go to the church of their choice and not allow me to choose for myself.
I should probably be mad about that.. after all, all my friends got to hang out and get drunk, they all got to shoot up heroine and have babies out of wedlock and get beat up by their husbands and die at the hands of strangers, why should I be left out?

I guess I must be crazy, but I'm thankful for the spankings and I'm glad that I had parents who cared enough to keep me at home. I might not be here otherwise.

You would have never heard me telling my mother to shut up. Or hitting my dad with my fist or standing up to a cop and calling him a dirty name. And I wouldn't even have put a gun to another persons head and told them to give me all their money, because my mean parents made sure that I had plenty of that too. They made me get a job when I turned 13. Those terrible people!

I guess I need to go tell my shrink that I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused by not showing up for my last appointment. But for some strange reason, I just couldn't bring myself to complain about the beatings and druggings I got when I was growing up. Maybe they were just too much for me to talk about. :)