
In present I have used this treatment on my son too - with very good success.
"not permitted" - thats the words I heared almost every day when I grew up...
Writing about my experiences in an orphanage is my way to get along with the past.
In this past there was no one to talk to for an orphan like me, so my diary started to be my best friend - even if writing diary was "not permitted"
Now reading my diary discovers some nearly forgotten memories that influenced my present life and the way I raise my kids...
When I was a girl my father used a wooden brush too, if I did not obey. I remember one time when I refused to take a bath. My parents worked hard to warm up the bathroom, prepare the hot water and so on. And I did not want to use it, I struggled and cried when my dad took me to the batroom. When he got angry he took off my clothes very roughly and put me in the bathtub. Then I got some quick hard slaps with the heavy wooden brush on my butt, I cried. Later he scrubbed my whole body with this brush. My soft skin turned very red and it was very painful to get scrubbed all over.
ReplyDeleteAnd it worked, I never refused taking a bath again.