The beating

It was such a traumatic experience in my childhood that I assume that is the reason I can clearly remember what happened that day.

My parents were always against corporal punishment, although they might have slapped me a few times when I was five or six years old.

I probably was nine or ten -I thought this form of punishment had come to and end - when my aunt offered to take me  for a walk. I used to have fun with my aunt. She was so much fun!

When my mother said no, I got tremendously upset. I insisted like a spoiled child. I was eager to go out with my lovely aunt. There was nothing I could do; my mother was firm.

I started to cry like a madman and my mother began to shout. I was out of control and hitting the glass of the window until it smashed. I was really frightened. My mother lost her temper and started to beating me.

I was not used to being beaten so that I hold this episode of my boyhood as one of my worst memories.

Many years later, when talking to a psychologist about physical punishment during my childhood, she told me corporal punishment was the last option. I was highly surprised: the last option! So is it an option, although it is the last one?