Yeah, that was for maths. Had to put our hands on a bedpost and get the question right before it got to our fingers. Not sure dad ever hit hard enough to hurt, but it scared the fuck out of me for the rest of my life. The cricket bat was just general misbehaving though, and it fucking killed.
Yeah, but as OP said, this shit was so fucking normalised when I was a kid. Dirt poor area, a dad who lost his abusive dad young, it all makes sense now. I'm just glad as a dad myself the tide on this shit has turned somewhat. I could never imagine raising a hand to my kids, let alone that torture.
My dad once made me sit down next to him while he napped. He said I better learn the multiplication tables in front of me before he woke up, or I’d get the belt.
What the fuck is with dads and maths? I was always pretty shit at maths after that shit, glad to know his stupid method didn't work. Sorry to hear comrade.
Nah, my dad was a joiner. Old school, hated anyone who brought a calculator along to the job site. Dumb as bricks in most ways, but was real good at complex maths either in his head or written on a block of wood. He was just a fucking prick.
Well everything my dad wanted me to do, he fucking sucked at so I just assumed. I'm taller than him, so he wanted me to play basketball. Guess how many games he ever played? Or even came to while he was pressuring me?
Yeah, that was for maths. Had to put our hands on a bedpost and get the question right before it got to our fingers. Not sure dad ever hit hard enough to hurt, but it scared the fuck out of me for the rest of my life. The cricket bat was just general misbehaving though, and it fucking killed.
That's horrifying.
Yeah, but as OP said, this shit was so fucking normalised when I was a kid. Dirt poor area, a dad who lost his abusive dad young, it all makes sense now. I'm just glad as a dad myself the tide on this shit has turned somewhat. I could never imagine raising a hand to my kids, let alone that torture.
My dad once made me sit down next to him while he napped. He said I better learn the multiplication tables in front of me before he woke up, or I’d get the belt.
What the fuck is with dads and maths? I was always pretty shit at maths after that shit, glad to know his stupid method didn't work. Sorry to hear comrade.
Because they all fucking suck at it
Nah, my dad was a joiner. Old school, hated anyone who brought a calculator along to the job site. Dumb as bricks in most ways, but was real good at complex maths either in his head or written on a block of wood. He was just a fucking prick.
Well everything my dad wanted me to do, he fucking sucked at so I just assumed. I'm taller than him, so he wanted me to play basketball. Guess how many games he ever played? Or even came to while he was pressuring me?
I'm going to guess a big fat goose egg. Sounds shit.
Yeah how'd you guess