Child Abuse Victims Continuing the Curse

SeaBreeze

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I just saw a show where this mother was subjected to physical and mental abuse when she was a child. She now abuses her young baby, pinching her, beating her with hands and other items, scalding her in the shower with hot water, etc. The husband was useless, she repeatedly asked his help with the baby and the abuse, and he said he couldn't do anything about it...just ignored it.

I'm very thankful that I've never been abused as a child, and grew up in a caring home with a loving family. I know people who were abused have pain they carry with them for life, but I find it hard to understand why they continue the abuse. I would think that I'd be extra loving to my child, not abuse it also.

Have you ever been abused, or know someone who has abused their children because they were at one time victims?
 

I think that's the way I would be Ina, over-protective for sure.
 

Most children that are abused, grow up to be over protective of their children. My children were 12 & 10 before I even allowed a baby sitter near my boys.

I wasn't abused but even I wouldn't let my children be baby sat by anyone other than my mum, mother-in-law, sister or someone I had known since my childhood. Too many horror stories in the papers even then about infants being raped by male relatives.

However I can understand why a child devoid of love and care may grow up into an adult incapable of providing it themselves. It is a truly wicked thing to inflict lasting psychological damage on a young and malleable person.
 
It has always seemed to me that when we become of age, meaning a grown, mature adult that we should be able to think for ourselves and know right from wrong. If someone who was abused as a child by means of getting a punch to the back of the head on a daily or routine basis, when that child becomes an adult and has his or her own children, I would think that they would know that the manner in which they were treated is not what is a proper form of discipline.

When I was a child, my Dad gave me a few spankings over his knee with an open hand. I remember it hurting, but he never lost control of himself and beat the crap out of me. I got spankings because I deserved them. It was both a form of punishment and discipline and it worked. Whatever I did to get the spanking, I never did again. I love my late Dad very much. He was always my best friend.

I can only remember spanking my daughter one time, which she probably deserved more because she was a bit of a Hellian, but I was a bit of a softy when it came to using force on my kids to control or punish them. My son, on the other hand, never was spanked. He was a goody two-shoes and my daughter reminds me of that every so often. My daughter and son are five years apart. They are almost inseparable. Their two families are always together going places and doing things together. My daughter has two children and my son has three. You would think that they were all one family. I am so happy for them.
 


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