Okay, so I have a lot of trauma from spanking, which most people would not consider a big deal. As a kid, my siblings and I were constantly spanked for various reasons. Some were not very good ones. When I was 7, I asked my grandparents for a snack when I had just eaten, which angered my dad. He smacked me on the butt in front of them, and I started crying. My grandparents got mad at him because he hit me for asking for food. Then my dad took me into another room and whipped me with a flyswatter on my legs a bunch of times because he was mad at me for asking for food after I had already eaten and for making him look bad in front of my grandparents by crying after he smacked me in the kitchen. Another time, my parents got mad at me for putting shampoo on my Barbie doll's hair because it was wasteful. I lied about it because I was afraid of getting a whipping, which made my parents furious. They took me to the bedroom and pulled my pants and underwear off, and I was naked from the waist down. Then, they held me down and whipped me with a belt. I was hurt and humiliated by the forced nudity. My dad would not let my mom whip me because she was so angry, and he knew she would beat me half to death, so he whipped me instead. I was nine years old. Many other similar situations also happened, but I cannot list them all because it would make this post too long.

There was another time my little sister was about six, and her teeth were rotten. She was crying from the pain. My dad picked up a belt and whipped the crap out of her because he did not want to listen to her cry. It went on for a long time and was horrible to hear. When I was 5, I accidentally walked in on my parents arguing, and my dad got mad and accused me of being nosy. He whipped me with a belt repeatedly and screamed at me. I cried myself to sleep that night. The worst spanking I ever got was when my sister and I walked to the gas station alone. We were planning on running away from home. Our mentally ill Borderline Personality disorder-diagnosed mom was making our lives hell. I was 10, and she was 8. My dad whipped us both with a hickory switch until we were covered in welts that lasted a whole week. My mom beat us, too. She stripped me entirely naked and paraded me through the house, and my dad saw me nude. My grandparents were home but in a different room. I was terrified that they would walk out and see me naked. She bent me over the bed and wailed on me as hard as she could while I was screaming and crying from the pain and humiliation. She beat me on my butt until her hand was bruised and swollen. Then she did the same to my sister, and I could hear her screams from the other side of the house. My mom bragged for months to people in our family about how hard she was able to spank us and how her hand was injured from it. She would laugh and joke about it, which my grandmother found disturbing. My grandma was happy my sister, and I were safe but never asked us what was happening at home or why we ran away. Is it child abuse to spank children in these situations?

Okay, so I have a lot of trauma from spanking, which most people would not consider a big deal. As a kid, my siblings and I were constantly spanked for various reasons. Some were not very good ones. When I was 7, I asked my grandparents for a snack when I had just eaten, which angered my dad. He smacked me on the butt in front of them, and I started crying. My grandparents got mad at him because he hit me for asking for food. Then my dad took me into another room and whipped me with a flyswatter on my legs a bunch of times because he was mad at me for asking for food after I had already eaten and for making him look bad in front of my grandparents by crying after he smacked me in the kitchen. Another time, my parents got mad at me for putting shampoo on my Barbie doll's hair because it was wasteful. I lied about it because I was afraid of getting a whipping, which made my parents furious. They took me to the bedroom and pulled my pants and underwear off, and I was naked from the waist down. Then, they held me down and whipped me with a belt. I was hurt and humiliated by the forced nudity. My dad would not let my mom whip me because she was so angry, and he knew she would beat me half to death, so he whipped me instead. I was nine years old. Many other similar situations also happened, but I cannot list them all because it would make this post too long.

There was another time my little sister was about six, and her teeth were rotten. She was crying from the pain. My dad picked up a belt and whipped the crap out of her because he did not want to listen to her cry. It went on for a long time and was horrible to hear. When I was 5, I accidentally walked in on my parents arguing, and my dad got mad and accused me of being nosy. He whipped me with a belt repeatedly and screamed at me. I cried myself to sleep that night. The worst spanking I ever got was when my sister and I walked to the gas station alone. We were planning on running away from home. Our mentally ill Borderline Personality disorder-diagnosed mom was making our lives hell. I was 10, and she was 8. My dad whipped us both with a hickory switch until we were covered in welts that lasted a whole week. My mom beat us, too. She stripped me entirely naked and paraded me through the house, and my dad saw me nude. My grandparents were home but in a different room. I was terrified that they would walk out and see me naked. She bent me over the bed and wailed on me as hard as she could while I was screaming and crying from the pain and humiliation. She beat me on my butt until her hand was bruised and swollen. Then she did the same to my sister, and I could hear her screams from the other side of the house. My mom bragged for months to people in our family about how hard she was able to spank us and how her hand was injured from it. She would laugh and joke about it, which my grandmother found disturbing. My grandma was happy my sister, and I were safe but never asked us what was happening at home or why we ran away.