although my parents sporadically threatened corporal punishment until i was about 10 years old, I only vaguely remember being hit by them twice, and the first time might not have really happened. the second time i was younger than 7; i am sure of this because i remember staring at the pale yellow floor tiles as i threw a tantrum in the unlit mudroom of the upstate NY house, and we only lived in that house until i was 7. my mom struck me on the arm with a bamboo rod, then burst into tears when she saw how my skin puffed up around the spot where it made contact. the supposed first time i was hit would’ve also taken place in the upstate NY house but I am not very certain of this memory - were we in my sister’s room for some reason? - only that my dad had threatened to spank me on the bum and i stood before him with my eyes averted and shaking with fear although i don’t remember him actually doing it.
Great story. It's lessons like these early on in life that remind us of the consequences of our actions and help us establish frameworks for the future. This sounds like one that left a deep impression on you. Your description of the physical and emotional pain of being slapped really hit for me. Great writing!
Great story. It's lessons like these early on in life that remind us of the consequences of our actions and help us establish frameworks for the future. This sounds like one that left a deep impression on you. Your description of the physical and emotional pain of being slapped really hit for me. Great writing!
I was completely engrossed in your story and the telling of it. So your mom reads your website but not your substack? Also you are a clever girl!