I'm with those that say actually it did do me harm. I remember a couple of occasions like it was yesterday. And I'm 37. Not sure harm is right word, but it's something.
I remember my Dad being so angry at my brother once and lashing out and caught his mouth and made my brother bleed. My Dad was horrified that he'd lost control and ironically never ever went near us ever again.
I had a wonderful childhood, I knew I was loved and my parents worked incredibly hard to provide for all of us. My parents still are as supportive, caring, wonderful and as loving as they've always been.
However whenever anyone mentions smacking it brings back those memories and I find them incredibly distressing and my blood runs cold and I feel close to tears.
But I could never tell my parents that, they would be devastated. The thought of them being upset, upsets me even more!! Weird I know.
But as a result, and DP and I don't have children yet, I like to think I will never smack my children. And nobody else smacks my children. That is non - negotiable. My colleagues mock me and say "wait until you have children, you have no idea". I admit I probably don't, but I know how those memories make me feel. And my parents are the most wonderful parents who I love dearly, but I could never admit this to them.
On another note, my DP was in a meeting the other day and this subject came up, and someone said "I smack my children, I don't care". I'm sorry, how is that ANYTHING to be fucking proud of? Most people say "yes, I've smacked, I hate it. But sometimes it's all I can do and I feel shit for it". But this person openly admitting he smacked his children. I think I would have said something. Tosser