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Tiffany Loudermilk's avatar

Thanks for sharing this. The title was even hard to read, but it helps to hear that others had simlilar experiences to mine. I remember learning that families who didn't spank their kids had wild heathens who ruled the house. Any time we saw one of "those" families, there was a comment about how they just needed some discipline.

We were spanked with wooden spoons or rulers because they were cheap, accessible in most rooms of the house, and easy to replace when they broke (which they did often, with 3 strong-willed kids in the house). I remember my parents proudly saying that they didn't discipline in anger but they sure seemed mad when they screamed at me and pulled me away from whatever I was doing that was deemed wrong. I wouldn't get the "calm" conversation until afterwards, though. I'd run to my room, crying of course, and they'd follow a few minutes later to make sure I understood the lesson. That's where they would soothe themselves with "this hurts me more than it hurts you." I had to pull myself together quickly so they wouldn't decide I was "overreacting" or I might get round 2. I realized recently that pattern gave me much more practice at intellectualizing my emotions instead of actually feeling them, so guess what I'm relearning in my 40s? I also hate to show my emotions in front of people and worry a lot about whether my reaction is appropriately sized for what's happening. I sometimes think I'm autistic, and then I think about these experiences, and it's hard to know now if I seemed "defiant" because I reacted to the world differently, or if abuse disguised as salvation taught me to respond to the world this way.

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Pascale Chancey's avatar

I don’t have many memories of being spanked. The only one I do have is of the time my mother decided to never spank me or my sisters ever again. I think she went to get the wooden spoon and then, in full tears, told me that she wasn’t gonna do it because it wasn’t right. She apologized for all the times she did spank me. I must have been five or six (my sisters are younger than me). I marvel at her courage to admit she was wrong and part ways with the cultural programming she was receiving both from church and her friendship with the only evangelicals we knew who, because they were English-speaking and could read them, had Dobson’s books on their bookshelves. I doubt she knew at the time that she was going to safeguard her relationship with her daughters by choosing attunement and connection over enforcing obedience and hierarchy. Or that she would give me a core memory that shaped me greatly into the kind of person that prioritizes safety and accountability in relationships.

About the same time I disaffiliated from my church, I broke-up with my best friend when we became parents and she began devouring Christian parenting advice (like Ted’s Tripp’s book). I had such a hard time watching her spank her daughter or assume normal toddler behavior was willful sin. I had heard enough from our church community (including the lead pastors who had five-six kids themselves) to know that spanking was encouraged within young families and was proudly perceived as a counter-cultural practice. While my church community wouldn’t have equated outright refusing to use corporal punishment with disobeying God, they would have called it “not choosing God’s best.” You know, just plain old guilting and emotional manipulation. But the manipulation works to keep people like my friend in the fold. Spanking is a cultural practice that differentiates who is in and who is outside of the group. And when you are in evangelical spaces, the stakes of being outside the group are magnified to existential proportions.

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