I’ll never understood parents destroying property. Why waste a perfectly good thing when you could just sell it/lock it/ or at the very least throw it out.
My mom takes away the laptop charging cable to effectively use the battery as a parental control.
Or sometimes take away the modem as punishment.
An like the internet stuff would all get turned off at night so we can’t use the internet at night because we’re supposed to be sleeping lol.
I must’ve been just sad and crying lol, there’s a reason why my brain recorded those into memory.
I think one time I didn’t have access to any electronics, and I got so bored I acutally just randomly found a book just lying around in my house that the library away away for free (Brooklyn Public Library btw, I think…) and I remember one of them is a Harry Potter book, something azkaban… I think that’s why I eventually got interested in the movies (found it “free” online, so it didn’t contribute to the author-who-shall-not-be-named btw). One of the other books I remember reading was Ender’s Game. (I later also watched the movie)
Like they won’t destroy stuff, they’d confiscate, and threaten physical violence instead. Oh fuck, those flashbacks… I kinda have those memories semi-suppressed until prompted… like as-in right now, then I can imagine myself being in that moment, scared, alone, hiding, crying…
Probably why I just never wanted to talk to anyone at school, my life has been in fight-or-flight mode.
Lol I remember when my mom took my wifi adapter on my 360, remembered I had an old laptop my grandma gave me to pull her files off and learned how to bridge a network connection that day xD
I lost an og Xbox, ps2, GameCube (the GameCube actually survived but its disk drive didn’t.), many Gameboy and gba’s all to my father and a sledgehammer. Fucker always felt bad and then bought me a new system afterwards, that was how I got a 360 and ps3.
That was like over 15 years ago, so its water under the bridge but God damn was I pissed each time.
I don’t remember the inciting incidents, but yeah, my father was a very angry man. He was also huge, all muscle. Benched 500+ pounds. I was the only one who he wouldn’t hit. But I definitely pushed buttons so thats how his anger formed.
He’s a much better person nowadays, his growth has been highly positive.
Haha I probably could have worded it better. My dad isn’t a bad guy, but he absolutely won’t deal with others people’s bs. We both grew up in the same small town, but back when he grew up, times were different. Grandma was a terrible awful person and beat her kids with frying pans and shit like that. He never laid a hand on his children and was always there. But the anger and rage persisted.
Its less bad if you knew how awful of a teenager I was. Jail cells are cold, did I mention that part? Lol.
Ha, no. My house wasnt that crazy. Did some dumb stuff though, once it was snowing crazy, school was out so I got on a snowboard and tied it to the back of the fourwheeler and we went onto the road. Almost got ran over by a snow truck when I fell off, good memories.
It’s not about being sensible. If you were a sensible parent you wouldn’t have gotten to this stage anyway.
You don’t get to the “destroying stuff” phase without a whole lot of prerequisite parenting failures. Fucking up a lot as a parent by being rigid, do-as-I-say, poor communicator, might-makes-right, and constantly using major threats as coercion to get what you want out of a kid.
So once the kid figures out that, no matter what they do, they’re gonna constantly be in the shit they stop caring about the consequences because it doesn’t change. So the parent will ratchet it up to the destroying stuff phase.
(And a caveat - there’s potential for neurospicy issues with a kid that should be checked, or even a parent, but odds are a family like this isn’t big into mental health anyway. Too many alternative causes to get all pedantic about)
I’ll never understood parents destroying property. Why waste a perfectly good thing when you could just sell it/lock it/ or at the very least throw it out.
My mom takes away the laptop charging cable to effectively use the battery as a parental control.
Or sometimes take away the modem as punishment.
An like the internet stuff would all get turned off at night so we can’t use the internet at night because we’re supposed to be sleeping lol.
I must’ve been just sad and crying lol, there’s a reason why my brain recorded those into memory.
I think one time I didn’t have access to any electronics, and I got so bored I acutally just randomly found a book just lying around in my house that the library away away for free (Brooklyn Public Library btw, I think…) and I remember one of them is a Harry Potter book, something azkaban… I think that’s why I eventually got interested in the movies (found it “free” online, so it didn’t contribute to the author-who-shall-not-be-named btw). One of the other books I remember reading was Ender’s Game. (I later also watched the movie)
Like they won’t destroy stuff, they’d confiscate, and threaten physical violence instead. Oh fuck, those flashbacks… I kinda have those memories semi-suppressed until prompted… like as-in right now, then I can imagine myself being in that moment, scared, alone, hiding, crying…
Probably why I just never wanted to talk to anyone at school, my life has been in fight-or-flight mode.
Lol I remember when my mom took my wifi adapter on my 360, remembered I had an old laptop my grandma gave me to pull her files off and learned how to bridge a network connection that day xD
Adult babies exist, and they throw temper tantrums too.
Just because someone is a parent doesn’t mean they’re qualified to be one.
A lot of then unfortunately can write off their anger management issues as “being a strict parent”.
The people doing this are not behaving rationally. Asking “why…” is fundamentally misunderstanding
I lost an og Xbox, ps2, GameCube (the GameCube actually survived but its disk drive didn’t.), many Gameboy and gba’s all to my father and a sledgehammer. Fucker always felt bad and then bought me a new system afterwards, that was how I got a 360 and ps3. That was like over 15 years ago, so its water under the bridge but God damn was I pissed each time.
Wtf would cause him to smash it in the first place? Sounds initially like a MAJOR, MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR anger management issue. Holy shit.
I don’t remember the inciting incidents, but yeah, my father was a very angry man. He was also huge, all muscle. Benched 500+ pounds. I was the only one who he wouldn’t hit. But I definitely pushed buttons so thats how his anger formed.
He’s a much better person nowadays, his growth has been highly positive.
Oh man.
If you’re implying what I think you’re implying, there would have to be some sanctifying freaking breakthroughs for me to look past that.
Haha I probably could have worded it better. My dad isn’t a bad guy, but he absolutely won’t deal with others people’s bs. We both grew up in the same small town, but back when he grew up, times were different. Grandma was a terrible awful person and beat her kids with frying pans and shit like that. He never laid a hand on his children and was always there. But the anger and rage persisted.
Its less bad if you knew how awful of a teenager I was. Jail cells are cold, did I mention that part? Lol.
😅 Alright, that’s… “good”! Were you friends with Bam Margera by any chance? 😁
Ha, no. My house wasnt that crazy. Did some dumb stuff though, once it was snowing crazy, school was out so I got on a snowboard and tied it to the back of the fourwheeler and we went onto the road. Almost got ran over by a snow truck when I fell off, good memories.
The most spoiled little brat I ever meet did the opposite. When having a tantrum he would destroy his og PS.
He said it was so that his parents would be forced to buy him another one. And they fucking did.
It’s not about being sensible. If you were a sensible parent you wouldn’t have gotten to this stage anyway.
You don’t get to the “destroying stuff” phase without a whole lot of prerequisite parenting failures. Fucking up a lot as a parent by being rigid, do-as-I-say, poor communicator, might-makes-right, and constantly using major threats as coercion to get what you want out of a kid.
So once the kid figures out that, no matter what they do, they’re gonna constantly be in the shit they stop caring about the consequences because it doesn’t change. So the parent will ratchet it up to the destroying stuff phase.
(And a caveat - there’s potential for neurospicy issues with a kid that should be checked, or even a parent, but odds are a family like this isn’t big into mental health anyway. Too many alternative causes to get all pedantic about)
My brother has a bad temper and sometimes destroys his daughter’s stuff “as a warning”. I think the threat works immediately
Colerics.
Giving little importance to money spent