Search Moody's Musings

Thursday, April 28, 2011

I was spanked, and I'm NOT ok.

Let's start this off by saying if you believe in your heart and soul that there is absolutely nothing wrong with hitting a child, don't waste your time reading this, because nothing anyone says can open a closed mind, even when the mind is only closed off by denial.



I was spanked as a child.

Yes, I am a good person. I am loving, respectful, considerate, generous, responsible, and confident.

No, spanking did not make me any of those things.

I loved and trusted my parents. Like any child, I trusted them to do what was best for me...at least until I was old enough to understand that they were only human.

When they spanked me, I felt powerless, degraded, shamed, betrayed, hurt, and angry.

When I grew up, no matter how much I educated myself, no matter what I believed or practiced, I loved and trusted people who I let manipulate me, degrade me, shame me, betray me, hurt me, and piss me off. I didn't do it on purpose; I didn't even know I was doing it until the end of each relationship. But the reason I did was because from the time I was a small child, I was taught that love was something that happened between a bully and a victim.

The fact that people survive violence, neglect, and trauma and go on to do great things does not prove that violence, neglect, and trauma cause those people to be great. The fact that you were spanked and you are not in jail, or you know someone who was not spanked who DID go to jail, doesn't mean that spanking teaches respect for the law!

Respect is pride in oneself, and recognition of the inherent value of others. Respect is NOT fear of retribution.

Responsibility is self-control and desire for the good of all, NOT obedience.

Consideration is the willingness to work with others to create harmony, NOT the sacrifice of one's own needs in order to make other people happy.

Love is an exchange of encouragement, acceptance, and joy - NOT a power struggle!

I am almost thirty years old. I figured out all of this when I was in high school, I've been trying to heal myself ever since, and I am still struggling to reprogram myself, so that I don't pass on these learned behaviors to my son, or my future children.

Is spanking the only thing my parents did wrong? No, of course not. Someone who spanks out of anger, or worse, while calm, has problems. Spanking is not a technique, it's a symptom.

Spanking is a symptom of feeling a need to control, rather than cooperate; to dominate rather than educate. Spanking is a symptom of believing that children are less than human, and do not deserve the same respect and consideration that their parents expect from them.

To illustrate this concept, imagine you are a police officer, and you witness a stranger in a store get mad and throw something. How are you going to respond?

a) Walk up to him or her, calmly bend him or her over and pop him or her on the butt, while saying in a firm voice, "No! We do NOT throw things. Use your words!"
b) Get angry and proceed to beat the living crap after him or her. Maybe afterwards you'll apologize. Or maybe you'll threaten to give him or her something to cry about.
c) Arrest him or her at once.
d) Roll your eyes and walk away.
e) Ask him or her to clean up his or her mess, and talk with this person until you are sure he or she is calm. Then, teach him or her some techniques to recognize frustration before it becomes anger, how to cool his or herself off before the frustration reaches tantrum level, and make him or her laugh so you know they will remember this lesson.

Okay, there are a lot of other options. the first four options are what happened to me most often when I was a child, and what I witness most often among other parents who do not practice conscious parenting or positive discipline. The fifth option is one example of something I would do for my child. There are many, many other examples of turning conflict into a teaching tool, and into cooperation.

If you believe in treating others how you would like to be treated, and you want your kids to grow up to do the same, then spanking is counterproductive. Unless you allow your children to spank you when you make a mistake. Actually, even that can not possibly replicate the emotional and psychological damage that you cause your children when you hit them, because you will never believe that your children know what is best for you, and even when they are bigger and stronger than you, you will never be as vulnerable to them as they are to you.

Discipline means teaching. What are you teaching your child? What kind of adult do you want to populate the world with? Obedient ones, who will follow all rules without question, and let more powerful people make their decisions for them? If so, you are probably Republican.

Couldn't help myself, sorry. Okay, political jokes aside...

I want my children to grow up able to love themselves, able to give and accept love, able to say no to people, things, or activities that feel wrong to them. I want them to grow up knowing that we never stop learning, that learning is fun, and that growing up is a lifelong process - there is always something new to learn, and that bettering ourselves should be the main focus of our lives. I want them to be happy as their norm, with punctuations of stress, and the ability to understand and trust their emotions and intuition. I want them to accept responsibility for their accomplishments as well as for their mistakes, to value themselves and their contributions to the world, and to know themselves, their likes and dislikes, their hopes, dreams, and nightmares.

I intend to teach my children these skills by practicing them myself. When I lose my temper or make a mistake, I apologize. When I want to change their behavior, I show and tell them exactly what I want them to do and have them practice the new technique, and then make them laugh, keeping in mind that play is how humans and all mammals learn best. I set limits as teaching tools, and as boundaries for harmonious living, and I explain the reasons for the limits at an age-appropriate level. I read a LOT. I talk to other parents, and more importantly, observe their children and their parenting, and see the results.

I don't have to spank my two year old, or put him in time out, or yell at him in order to change his behavior. All I have to do is calm him down and show him what he should do instead, and then show him how happy I feel when he does the appropriate behavior. The times that I have lost my temper and yelled at him proved to me beyond a doubt how useless anger and violence are as teaching tools. He was too scared and hurt to learn anything until I calmed myself down and then calmed him down. He learned to give me kisses when I start getting upset, to make it all better, like I give him kisses when he is crying.

I believe that abortion should be a woman's choice. I believe the government has no business telling adults what they can do to their own bodies, or to force us to to put something into our bodies or the bodies of our children that we or they do not want. I believe the purpose of the government is to keep order so that millions of people can live literally on top of each other with as little conflict as possible - and part of that immense job is to protect us from other people's behaviors that cause bodily, emotional, and psychological harm.

Assault is threatening to hurt an adult. Just threatening to hurt an adult can put you in jail. Why is it legal to threaten and strike children, who can't defend themselves, who depend on us to protect them, keep them healthy, happy, and strong, and teach them so that they can do all of that for themselves when they are adults? How can that possibly be considered okay to a sane mind?


Saturday, April 23, 2011

In Memoriam


A few days ago, a former professor of mine died in a car accident.

Chances are, I never would have had the opportunity to speak with her again anyway, had she survived, as she had accepted a position at Louisiana State University in 2008, and I live in Bradenton, Florida. I didn't expect her death to hit me as hard as it has.

For one thing, I see and talk to dead people. I know there is an afterlife, and that it's a good one. I know that we reincarnate or not, as we choose, from my experiences and the experiences of those I've spoken to. I feel death is something to celebrate, not something to fear, when our time comes.

It's not the fact that she's dead that has put me in this depressive funk. Rather, I think it's sympathy for her surviving loved ones, her current and former students and colleagues, who now have a gaping void in the space in their hearts formerly occupied by this wonderful woman's friendship and spirit. Perhaps it's also compassion for the terror and pain she must have felt in her last moments, and the guilt I imagine whomever called the coroner instead of the paramedics probably felt when that person found out she wasn't quite dead yet.

I firmly believe that everyone has a right to their feelings, whether or not society deems them appropriate. Our emotions are guides for us, just like our senses of pain and pleasure. When we hurt, it's a communication to us that something is wrong, something that, presumably, we can fix. When we feel good, it's a signal that things are going good, keep it up!

So while I'm surprised at how much the loss of this person I hadn't spoken with in years, and with whom I may never again have spoken, has affected me, rather than hide my feelings from others or suppress them, I'm choosing to express them and let myself go through the stages of grief, so that I can start celebrating the memories and the next stage in her journey.

Thank you, Jeanne, for being such a vibrant, passionate, funny, wonderful woman, and for being such an effective teacher. My writing would suck much more had I never known you. <3

Jeanne's Death - Washington Post

Here is a video interview with Jeanne, which gives some great advice to writers, and shows the personality I'm talking about: Jeanne's Interview

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Winds of Change


The only constant is change, right?

Changes I've been through lately:

-I went vegetarian, suffered food poisoning from deviled eggs a week later, and became vegan instead. Although I do feel compassion for animals, I don't believe it's morally wrong to eat meat. I feel it's morally wrong to abuse animals the way our meat industry does, and I believe eating meat from such animals causes physical and even psychological harm (because hormones that affect our brains are in the meat, including the chemicals of terror and pain, which the animals release into their muscles in the last traumatic moments before the slaughter,) which inspired me to finally give up on the last of the meat I was eating. But it was the food poisoning that killed eggs and dairy for me. Now I can't even smell meat or eggs, or think about milk or cheese, without shuddering and retching a bit. So, long story short, my body told me I don't need animal products anymore, and that eating animal products was hurting me, and I chose to listen to it.

-I moved from an incredibly stressful situation into a astoundingly peaceful one. I went from a house of strangers where my job was to make sure no one knew a toddler lived there while desperately trying to scrape up enough money to cover the bedroom we called home...to accepting a surprising invitation to live with Aiden's father and his girlfriend, and her family. Written like that, it sounds like drama just waiting to explode...but there has been so little tension in the last three weeks since the move! I feel like I lost a hundred pounds. I only lost twenty, which is still awesome, by the way, but the point is I feel so much lighter, more peaceful, joyful, and I can honestly say that I love my life. Aiden loves it here too...he's much more confident, independent, social, talkative, and just plain happy.

-I'm supported in my goals of making a living with my spiritual and crafty pursuits. And not just in word! My housemate actively comes up with ideas of ways I can further my career, recommends me to friends, and is paying for me to vend at an upcoming pagan gathering that I thought I was going to miss for the first time in four years.

-I'm living with someone who likes and respects me. That hasn't happened since the early years with Keith! lol We're compatible. I met her New Year's Day 2011, and since that time, she's taken me to two pagan festivals (two more coming up in the next three weeks,) a community ritual, we've had an impromptu private ritual, two karaoke parties, a community picnic...she likes my vegan cooking and eats my leftovers! No one ever ate my leftovers before! lol

-I have learned SO MUCH about cooking in the last three weeks, just from going vegan and being determined to make delicious food for the whole family. I have learned so much about nutrition, culinary theory, how to intuitively season a meal that turns out great every time, new ways of cooking grains, beans, and vegetables (and even fruit, but I haven't tried that yet.) I LOVE roasted brussel sprouts and asparagus! I used to hate both of them, but roasting with a little bit of oil and salt makes them sweet and luscious! And my body loves being vegan. My mood has been so stable and peaceful, and I have more energy than I can remember ever having before. I didn't even notice that I don't need an afternoon nap anymore, even when I stay up late and get up early. Before we moved, I was so irritable and exhausted all the time...it's like I'm revived by being here and living this way.

-I get to sing! No one minds! They sing along! WHOO!

-People actually help me with Aiden! I got to go to Busch Gardens with my friends, and Aiden was fine with his father! My housemate takes him with her twice a week so I can write!

I have access to a car every day. My contributions to our home are appreciated. My creativity is both appreciated and encouraged, and even inspires my housemate's creativity. I'm truly part of the family. I could go on and on about how different my life is now. Actually, I'm not sure what's the same...