You just typed out me. I could have written the excact same thing. Quiet kid, who was oftened reasoned with, now manipulative and lying if it serves me, and stuck in depression and lack of motivation to accomplish large goals.Taldeer said:I was a very quiet kid and my actions didn't warrant spanking, but I support it. This is going to be tricky to explain, so please bear with me and by all means, I'd be very glad if someone chose to discuss this with me further.
I support a bit of well-timed and entirely justified spanking because I personally feel that there are pitfalls to the "let's reason with him" method that are very hard to foresee. For example: my mother and my grandmother applied this method extensively with me - but as I said before, I was an ok kid, so I guess that makes sense. Throughout the years I learned many many techniques and triggers to manipulate and talk people into getting what I want, when I want it, be it parents, friends, teachers, you name it. You know Jeff Winger from Community? I'm like that, just not good looking, not a lawyer and not the owner of a Lexus.
I feel like the necessary discipline and respect for authority that would've probably made me a more focused, more responsible person would probably have sunk in way better if there had been less compromise and negotiation and more spanking. I'm not saying I'm a jerk and a loose cannon now, because I'm not. But I do have a very low threshold for long-term assignment, I lose interest and patience with projects that take a lot of time because I'm used to quick, easy and efficient results with minimal effort, which in turn gives me very little and short-lasting satisfaction, which makes me a miserable and depressed guy that can no longer see any value in anything he does.
Am I grossly over-analyzing this, searching for things to explain my situation in the wrong places, or is there any sort of truth in my little expose here? I'm genuinely curious of you guys' opinions.
Damn.
So ontopic: I was not spanked. There ws, however, a time in my childhood where my stepfather would occasionally communicate his displeasure trhough pain. It did not happen often though, and was mostly the frustrated efforts of a man who too early in his life was put in the role of parent way before he was ready. He didn't know better.