Jennifer Ball: My Childhood Didn't Turn Me Into The Parent I Feared
Huffington Post - over 3 years
Maybe I should get a bumper sticker that says it, eh? Can you see it in the Costco parking lot? "MY KID IS AN HONOR STUDENT" "MY SON IS A MARINE" "MY OTHER CAR IS THE BATMOBILE" and then, on my Ford Focus: "I DON'T BEAT MY CHILDREN."
I don't gab about it very often, and when I do, it's in the company of good, trusted friends and usually after a martini or two. It's not something one brags about, you see, but I think it's about time I talk about it.
I was beat up as a kid. A lot. Kicked, hit, slapped, punched. Shoved, screamed at, embarrassed in front of friends and neighbors and sometimes complete strangers. It started when my mom married my stepfather, and continued until I was big enough and old enough and brave enough to fight back. The scars I bear are all in my head... I was lucky enough to never need stitches or a cast. The only doctors I have ever needed are the ones who tinker with injured psyches.
My mind isn't completely broken, but I do have my own set of
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