Did my mum treat me badly growing up?

Sounds ok to me, though I suspect some white British people will see it as abuse.

Racist much ? Or is it just me who thinks this?

Sounds ok to me, though I suspect some white British people will see it as abuse.

Racist much ? Or is it just me who thinks this?

Sounds ok to me, though I suspect some white British people will see it as abuse.

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Racist much ? Or is it just me who thinks this?

Sounds like your mum may have been going through some stuff. It's hard to be a parent, we dont get a manual for it! I got hit with the belt and stuff, but I dont hold a grudge as I know my parents love me and they didnt know better and they had lots going on

Racist much ? Or is it just me who thinks this?

Growing up, my mum would shout and slap me a lot. One time when I was about nine, I called a teacher by a different name as a joke (it was not offensive in any way) and she told me off mildly. I told my mum what I did, and she started shouting at me, telling me that the teacher would be crying at home for me bullying her. She was hitting me and told me she was going to call the police for my behaviour.
On other occasions, she has additionally taken all my possessions out of my room and told me I don't own anything anymore, and packed my clothes into a suitcase and driven me down the road, telling me she would take me to the juvenile correctional rehabilitation facility a few minutes away.
I grew up thinking I was very badly behaved, yet my dad tells me that I caused very few problems.
My mum would later apologise for her actions and tell me that other mums do the same thing to their kids, so I was wondering if that was the case. Thanks.

Well, She must have been going through her own problems.
My parents did something similar... I was whipped with a wire by my dad on a bare back... I had just come out from the bathroom.

My mom would beat me with whatever she grabs hold of.. so i remember her throwing knife on me.

Dad beat me with a pipe, I felt my bones fractured but thank goodness.

Some beatings were so powerful that I would faint.

Dad kicked me out and I spent nights on the pavement but I never hold any grudges or hate or will hate them for what they did.
I know after all, somewhere they loved me.

Today, many years later, I left home for higher studies and they just find it difficult to live without me.
They get excited when they speak to me... anxiously wait for my calls and panic if 2 days passed without my calls or any message.