Fists and Sticks
I used to be beaten as a kid. (I'm not looking for - and don't want any - sympathy. It was a hell of a long time ago and I'm not brain damaged or permanently scarred). Today my dad would be described as having 'anger issues' but back then it was 'not sparing the rod'. The beatings were fairly regular and very violent but pain, I soon discovered, is a momentary. By the time I reached about nine or ten he realised that I was becoming impervious to pain and his tactic changed. He 'invented' a home for boys who were disobedient, a place run by tough guards who employed a strict, harsh regime with little food, early morning starts and no contact with family. It sounds ridiculous but trust me, he would threaten to take me there every time I did something wrong and I was terrified. I believed him, I trusted him and I was scared that he would take me to it. On a couple of occasions he even put me in the car with a suitcase, ready to dump me ...