If I may ask, what exactly do you think that it was “effective” at doing?
It was effective at getting me to stop hitting my father. (I hit him far less than I hit anyone else.) I’m not claiming anything more than that.
To quote one of your links:
The single desirable association was between corporal punishment and increased immediate compliance on the part of the child.
Seriously, though, if a 7-year-old attacks you in a furious rage, punching, kicking, and screaming, and continues to keep it up for hours at a time, what do you do?
Yeah because, hey, you love your parents.
I don’t know if I actually do love them, but I do respect them. Or, at least, I respect them now that I’ve grown up.
I’m not saying they’re blameless (good luck finding a single blameless individual anywhere over the age of one year) but, well, whatever you’ve heard about soul-destroying schooling, I had to live it. After not fitting in during elementary school (I threw a crayon at the principal once) I eventually wound up in special education. There were basically two kinds of children in the special education school I went to from third to seventh grade: those that were retards, and those that were evil. Guess which group I ended up hanging out with? My best friend was basically a young Hannibal Lecter. Once, we tried to kill our teacher with what we thought was a bomb.
To be frank, the only shot I would have had at a decent educational experience would have been if my mother decided to homeschool me. This was way before homeschooling became acceptable, and as the school system seemed bound and determined to find a way to blame my parents for the way I acted (which you can probably blame on my being born with a non-standard brain) to the point where it was like they ought to be bringing a lawyer with them to every meeting with school officials, they really didn’t want to do anything weird.
It was effective at getting me to stop hitting my father. (I hit him far less than I hit anyone else.) I’m not claiming anything more than that.
To quote one of your links:
Seriously, though, if a 7-year-old attacks you in a furious rage, punching, kicking, and screaming, and continues to keep it up for hours at a time, what do you do?
I don’t know if I actually do love them, but I do respect them. Or, at least, I respect them now that I’ve grown up.
I’m not saying they’re blameless (good luck finding a single blameless individual anywhere over the age of one year) but, well, whatever you’ve heard about soul-destroying schooling, I had to live it. After not fitting in during elementary school (I threw a crayon at the principal once) I eventually wound up in special education. There were basically two kinds of children in the special education school I went to from third to seventh grade: those that were retards, and those that were evil. Guess which group I ended up hanging out with? My best friend was basically a young Hannibal Lecter. Once, we tried to kill our teacher with what we thought was a bomb.
To be frank, the only shot I would have had at a decent educational experience would have been if my mother decided to homeschool me. This was way before homeschooling became acceptable, and as the school system seemed bound and determined to find a way to blame my parents for the way I acted (which you can probably blame on my being born with a non-standard brain) to the point where it was like they ought to be bringing a lawyer with them to every meeting with school officials, they really didn’t want to do anything weird.
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