My Mum.
A couple of stories stand out about my mum.

There was a time when my younger sister came back from playing in the street crying, she told my mum that the girl next door had pulled her hair. My mum was always a firm believer in the tat for tat school of sorting stuff like that out, so told my sister to go and pull the other girls hair back.

Few minutes later and there's a knock at the door, it's the girls mum from next door.
Lots of screaming and shouting go on, and the other woman made the mistake of pushing my mum.
My mum, grabbed her by the lapels, swung her round and rolled backwards flipping the other woman over her as only Ryu and Ken can.
She then proceeded to carry on rolling until she'd mounted her and punched her in the face for good measure.

All this in front of myself and another 4 or 5 kids who were all watching, and in my case, cheering.

There was a time after I'd had yet another fight at school(I was 7) that my mum decided she'd tried all other forms of punishment(not letting me buy any stickers, gounding me to my bedroom FOR 2 MONTHS and generally just whacking me) that she went in to last resort mode.

She came in to my bedroom where I'd been told to stay, she brought a suitcase for me, and she stood and watched as I packed all of my clothes in to it on her orders, as she calmly explained to me that she'd had enough and she was getting rid of me, putting me in to care.

I was distraught obviously, I cried, I screamed, but nothing was changing her mind, she made me drag the suitcase down the stairs, and loaded it in to the car.

Then she told me to say goodbye to my two sisters and my dad, and get in the car. My sisters were crying, my dad didn't seem to care, it was pretty harsh.

Then I got in the car and we proceeded to drive. We drove for about 40 mins, with me in the back seat, promising I'd never do it again, telling her I didn't want to go and live with another family(to which she replied "Don't worry about that, no one will want you, you'll probably just stay in a home until you're 16.") and begging and crying and screaming for her to let me stay.

The car stopped and she said "Get your bag, we're there."
I opened the car door, and there I was in our own driveway.

I was grounded to my room for 3 months.

I make my mum seem like the most awful kind of scum with those two stories, but she wasn't really, well, she's not now anyway!
(headwood, Wed 17 Feb 2010, 9:45, 4 replies)

Wow.
Mental abuse FTW.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 17 Feb 2010, 9:47, closed)

The question is:

Was this the turning point in your little life when you realised that you'd been giving your mum a really hard time for EVER, and it was probably time to MTFU and take some responsibility for your behaviour, or, was it just a pre-menstrual day and you pushed her a bit too far and she over-reacted?

Does this stick with you because it traumatised you, or gave you the shock that a smack clearly wouldn't?

Answers on a post please.
(K.W.A. Knickers With Attitude, Wed 17 Feb 2010, 10:01, closed)

Oh I was a horrible little kid, always fighting and stuff(chucked a chair at a teacher once), but punishments didn't work really.

They tended to make me feel sorry for a few days, then I'd forget all about it.

I had one session with a Psychotherapist when I was 14 at the instruction of the school(or I'd have to leave) and that sorted me out.

Seemed I just needed a chat really, something that my mum would never have given me.

Oh, that was cheery wasn't it?!
(headwood, Wed 17 Feb 2010, 10:38, closed)

i knew a guy who chucked a chair at a teacher
missed from 3 feet.

are you him?
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Wed 17 Feb 2010, 13:33, closed)