I put on my brave hat to address spanking. I spanked once; using an implement. Caught myself in a rage. Summoned enough fear to stop it. Years later Came back to roost; as brazen as can be. My child blamed that spanking as all their anti social behaviors; so called imperfections. In fact; I carried the burden of guilt; exacerbated by my own realizations; guilt to my soul Challenges caught up with all of us. At best; they were living outside social parameters; social mis-fits as it were; jousting at wind mills; defending the mother who spanked them; who did the despicable actions of blame for a divorce I acted on. Were now separated living with somehow I deemed tragic circumstances Grief, guilt, fear, loneliness, isolation, confusion; and a host of other physical afflictions. Having the child unavailable to me; to help process the rest of our lives; the fragility of futility is seriously lost to healing; body, mind and spirit. The simple reason; I waited for the kids to be grown and have their own kids; that I ended a bad marriage I was aware of at the beginning. Imagine what a convoluted tragedy that the spanking instigated years of blames and excuses. Its all mixed up; mixed in; a spanking ; with a wooden spoon on the bum thirty five years ago. I admit it to everyone. Mine is certainly a dysfunctional family to be sure. louise giguere PS; Its interesting nobody wants to claim this kind of sorry events I admitted louise gig
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 00:08:20 +0000