During my youth I often faced bizarre and cruel punishments from my peers that still affect me mentally to this day. To list a few examples, my stepdad once tackled and forcibly shoved hot sauce down my throat with his fingers whilst mockingly humming an "Mmmmm" sound. Another incident involved both my parents forcing me to eat leftover beans that I hated, which resulted in me vomiting and subsequently being scolded for it as well as being forced to clean it up. My mother doesn't recall any of this happening which is a common thing with her.
I've experienced way too many of these punishments to list here and while I have a lot of trauma and mental health issues from many of them, none have lingered on as severely as the time my mother's godfather dragged me into a shower in my clothes and blasted the water on max cold. I was only about 7-8 years old at the time. He left me in there for what I guess was only 5ish minutes but this felt like much longer than that. Every time I tried to get out he pushed me back in and hollered at me. Eventually I became too afraid to leave despite the overwhelming numbness from the cold. My mother had witnessed him dragging me down the hall and yet proceeded to do absolutely nothing about it.
This one punishment caused so many issues and lead to more punishments down the road over something that was probably as petty as a young child mildly misbehaving. It affected my hygiene massively and for a long time during my pre-teen years I struggled to bathe myself. Sometimes I'd just outright avoid bathing which lead to many embarrassing scoldings and talks from my step dad and my mother. My mother of course, claims she doesn't remember any of this so it obviously didn't happen. Despite that she did mention that he did the same to her as a child but instead of cold water she was blasted with the opposite. I often wonder if this was a fetish or sick fantasy of his.
I take showers nearly every day and more often than not I still feel the same fear and desperation I had that day and yet I cannot for the life of me remember what exactly I did to deserve getting dragged in there in the first place. That's the case with every last one of these. All it's ever done for me is make me want to commit suicide further.
So many many thanks to my mother's godfather for teaching me such a valuable lesson. You really showed 7 year old me who's boss. Good job dude
I've experienced way too many of these punishments to list here and while I have a lot of trauma and mental health issues from many of them, none have lingered on as severely as the time my mother's godfather dragged me into a shower in my clothes and blasted the water on max cold. I was only about 7-8 years old at the time. He left me in there for what I guess was only 5ish minutes but this felt like much longer than that. Every time I tried to get out he pushed me back in and hollered at me. Eventually I became too afraid to leave despite the overwhelming numbness from the cold. My mother had witnessed him dragging me down the hall and yet proceeded to do absolutely nothing about it.
This one punishment caused so many issues and lead to more punishments down the road over something that was probably as petty as a young child mildly misbehaving. It affected my hygiene massively and for a long time during my pre-teen years I struggled to bathe myself. Sometimes I'd just outright avoid bathing which lead to many embarrassing scoldings and talks from my step dad and my mother. My mother of course, claims she doesn't remember any of this so it obviously didn't happen. Despite that she did mention that he did the same to her as a child but instead of cold water she was blasted with the opposite. I often wonder if this was a fetish or sick fantasy of his.
I take showers nearly every day and more often than not I still feel the same fear and desperation I had that day and yet I cannot for the life of me remember what exactly I did to deserve getting dragged in there in the first place. That's the case with every last one of these. All it's ever done for me is make me want to commit suicide further.
So many many thanks to my mother's godfather for teaching me such a valuable lesson. You really showed 7 year old me who's boss. Good job dude
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