mom makes daughter post embarrassing photo as punishment

[underseasurveyor]

168. I may or may not have extreme circumstances as compared to this girl

since I don't know any real history of her family dynamics but your list of possible punishments don't always work. Take for instance, me. Between the ages of 6 and 12 I (we) were grounded a lot and with each subsequent grounding I loathed my stepfather even more than before. We were grounded for the littlest of things like not washing the switch plates in our rooms on Saturdays (the designated 'clean up your room' day). We missed cleaning the ceilings and so everything got pulled out of the drawers and closets, bedding stripped off and we were told to begin again. Granted that's unreasonable and abusive. For us being grounded meant, no phone, no TV, no record playing in our own room, no friends over and no going to a friends house. Go to school, come home, do yard work until dinner then homework til 8 or 8:30 then lights out, bed time.

By the time I was 12-13 y/o my mother tried "explaining" things to me but that didn't work either, I was too busy rolling my eyes and bragging about the drugs I was doing, so whenever either parent grounded me I just looked at them and said, "fuck you" and walked out the door and was gone for 1 to 3 days depending on whose house I went to. When I came home I'd be told, 'you're grounded for another week' and the horrible cycle continued. Come to think of it 40 years later I should probably still be grounded.

So that didn't work. My friends knew I was getting grounded all the time there was no shame in that. I found sympathy and support among my friends/peers. By the time I was 13 I was dropping acid, doing coke, speed, just about anything except downers and drinking. Tried em, didn't like it. I was 14-15 when I finally left home for good hitchhiking from Phoenix to LA. It wasn't easy and it was scary. When I was 16 I was pregnant and ashamed and stuck with an alcoholic and abusive boyfriend..... blah blah blah.

My point is that I WISH someone, ANYONE cared enough about me to at least try, right or wrong, at least try to intervene to stop my self destructive behaviour. Knowing myself as I do being "humiliated" would have probably been the only thing that would have stopped me for fear of being embarrassed a second time. Yes I think I could have been "humiliated" into being good.

I'll tell you what's embarrassing, trying to explain to friends, today, why my parents didn't do a thing to protect or stop me then.