I’ve never understood why my parents thought it acceptable to smack us, and I’ve told them so and they do admit that when they look back they are shocked that they could have thought it was acceptable. My mum admits that she often did it out of temper or because we had embarrassed her in front of someone. I remember one time she smacked me out of embarrassment at something I’d said in front of someone, she called me cheeky but I honestly had no idea why what i’d Said was cheeky. She never explained the reason behind any of her actions. Eg If I asked her “why do I need to do X, Y or Z?” it wasn’t cheek or being defiant, it was a genuine question, I was an intelligent kid. Her favourite reply was “that’s why!!!!” What kind of fucking answer is that?!?
They used to like us in bed at 7.30 even when we were aged 9 or 10. We didn’t need to get up early or anything, I think they just liked their evenings to themselves. Consequently we weren’t tired so my sister and I used to talk and giggle for a long time in bed, and look out the bedroom window onto the street where our friends were still playing out. If we were too loud my dad used to come us and smack us. I mean, WTF?!? That seems abusive now!
We actually have a good relationship with them but we were never emotionally close growing up. There was minimal discussion over feelings, dreams and hopes for the future. They didn’t encourage us to eat with them either even as teens, so my mum gave us our tea at 5pm ish and then she would eat separately with my dad at around 6.45. I don’t understand this, with my own teens, all our best family conversations take place around the dinner table.
We were really good kids and that’s what hurts the most, we just didn’t NEED smacking. I would never go to them with an emotional problem so we are not close that way, I do feel like my mum just doesn’t “get me”, but I do enjoy seeing them regularly and they are brilliant with the grandchildren (completely different)
So yes, while I do forgive them because they do say they were wrong to smack, and have seen my kids grow up to be lovely well-behaved kids without any smacking whatsoever, I do still wonder why they didn’t think a bit harder at the time about why they did things. It was all very reactive.