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My dad did that to me, except held me upside down by the ankles on the 11th (roof) floor of my grandparent's apartment building. I was 7 or 8.
No idea wtf came over him, but he never did anything crazy like that before or since. I got over it pretty quick.
apparently there were other things dad did that were kinda' brutal. my other brother asked my dad to teach him to swim. we were at the beach. he walks my brother onto the pier then pushes him off. bro said he learned the dog paddle real quick. treatments like that i think kinda' fucked them up in the head. by the time i arrived, dad had mellowed some.
Yeah man, repeatedly doing things like that can permanently break a child's trust. Your comment just brought back a memory I hadn't thought about in a very, very long time. If anyone helped fucked me in the head, it was my sociopath mother, her gaslighting, and physical abuse. It was hard learning how to be my own man.
yep. my mom was the one who got me. strange though how someone being dead softens the resentment. i definitely have trust issues because the seeds of violations as a kid never completely go away. i'm one who gives most people the "squint eye."
My parents did that to me. It was terrifying and I remember it to this day. Didn't help me learn to swim at all either.
i think back when i asked this brother to teach me how to dive into the pool. even though he had been treated cruelly, he didnt do that to me. in that instance. trust me. he could be a devil.
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