My mum "smacked" me. I was not a bad child, but I got good hidings on a regular basis, with hands, hairbrushes, shoes, walking sticks, wooden spoons, belts anything she happened to have in her hands at the time all whilst being screamed at and having verbal abuse shrieked at the top of her voice. I didnt have to have done anything wrong, maybe looked at her in a way she didn't like, it spoken to a friend in a way she didn't like, or failing to ask her permission to have a biscuit offered by one of her friends ,walking too fast, walking too slow. I did well in school and was never in any trouble, but it was never good enough and parents evening always resulted in a good hiding because I got an A- instead of a straight A. Her temper was explosive and she was very loud. I was often covered in bruises but we lived in a farm and there was literally no one around to witness what was happening. I was terrified of getting up in a morning incase she was in a bad mood. She always followed these episodes up with massive hugs and told me she wouldn't do that if she didn't love me
As I got older the physical abuse stopped, but the mental abuse kicked up several notches, I left home as soon as I could.
My mum denies any of this every happened I realised when I was older that she was taking it the frustration of her life on me. My friends from that time have since told me that they knew something was wrong but didn't know what they could do to help. The beatings and shouting was just a part of every thing that went on
My son has got a tap on his bottom precisely twice when he did something dangerous as a scared reaction from me. I am not proud of it and we do most things with discussion although I can get shouty.
I didn't think I was traumatised by the beatings, but I am 52 now and find myself thinking of it a lot, trying to make sense of my childhood. I do not understand how you can do all the things she did in the name of love. I have no memory of a lot of my childhood, I have blocked a lot of it out and I am very scared of bringing that forward. I have never forgiven her or my dad who never once stepped in to protect me