10-27-2014, 07:08 AM
My parents were tricky as hell.
Example.
It was taught to me from the time I could talk that if I did something I knew was wrong and they discovered it or heard it from others before they heard it from me I'd be in trouble. If they heard it from me first then we'd sit down and talk about it and find a way to fix whatever I'd done wrong -- without any punishment. That led me to always hurry anytime I did something wrong to squeal on myself --- which was exactly what they wanted me to do. I learned I could go to my parents and tell them ANYTHING without them getting mad and punishing me.
As a kid when I did something really bad and went to them to tattle on myself they'd tell me in a real nice way they needed to talk it over and that I needed to go to my room and think it over too before we talked about it. They'd come get me out of my room 30 minutes or an hour later to talk about it.
Do ya see the trick in that?????? Well I didn't until I was 13 and a friend explained it to me after something happened.
At thirteen I got drunk with cousins while spending the weekend with them. I came home and told my parents and was told they needed to think about it and so did I... so I went to my room... Hours later Dad came to tell me it was time to eat. I asked if they'd thought long enough about me telling them I'd gotten drunk and he said no --- they probably needed a day or two to think it over... and so did I.
So...... after three days of that from friend at school wanted me to come over. I explained I couldn't because I had to go home and think about having gotten drunk the weekend before and that my parents were still thinking about it too before we talked it over.
After he explained "restriction" to me I felt like a total idiot. For 13 years I'd been tricked into thinking restriction was just time to think things over. That afternoon I went to my parents mad as heck for tricking me for so many years. Both of them were barely trying not to laugh at me about it.
By that age I'd been so honest with my parents that anytime I needed to talk to anyone about nearly anything they were the first people I'd go to. I never got away from that even as I went into my "wild phase" once I had a drivers license. The only thing that changed was when I did something bad they'd just ask me "don't you think you need to spend a few days thinking about that before we talk more about it?"
When I get some rug rats I'm going to do them the same way! hahhahaha!
Example.
It was taught to me from the time I could talk that if I did something I knew was wrong and they discovered it or heard it from others before they heard it from me I'd be in trouble. If they heard it from me first then we'd sit down and talk about it and find a way to fix whatever I'd done wrong -- without any punishment. That led me to always hurry anytime I did something wrong to squeal on myself --- which was exactly what they wanted me to do. I learned I could go to my parents and tell them ANYTHING without them getting mad and punishing me.
As a kid when I did something really bad and went to them to tattle on myself they'd tell me in a real nice way they needed to talk it over and that I needed to go to my room and think it over too before we talked about it. They'd come get me out of my room 30 minutes or an hour later to talk about it.
Do ya see the trick in that?????? Well I didn't until I was 13 and a friend explained it to me after something happened.
At thirteen I got drunk with cousins while spending the weekend with them. I came home and told my parents and was told they needed to think about it and so did I... so I went to my room... Hours later Dad came to tell me it was time to eat. I asked if they'd thought long enough about me telling them I'd gotten drunk and he said no --- they probably needed a day or two to think it over... and so did I.
So...... after three days of that from friend at school wanted me to come over. I explained I couldn't because I had to go home and think about having gotten drunk the weekend before and that my parents were still thinking about it too before we talked it over.
After he explained "restriction" to me I felt like a total idiot. For 13 years I'd been tricked into thinking restriction was just time to think things over. That afternoon I went to my parents mad as heck for tricking me for so many years. Both of them were barely trying not to laugh at me about it.
By that age I'd been so honest with my parents that anytime I needed to talk to anyone about nearly anything they were the first people I'd go to. I never got away from that even as I went into my "wild phase" once I had a drivers license. The only thing that changed was when I did something bad they'd just ask me "don't you think you need to spend a few days thinking about that before we talk more about it?"
When I get some rug rats I'm going to do them the same way! hahhahaha!