Did you experience strict parenting?

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My parents were/are ok. Sometimes they were some misunderstandings and my mom wanted to give me some strict rules. While I wanted to have as much freedom as I wanted and also needed. They were some clashes between us but nothing that bad. My dad was almost always outdoors and/or working and was very nice once he was back home. Nothing special to tell here, although they were ALOT of misunderstandings, also because I am diagnosed very late. Sometimes my mom didn't know what to do with me anymore since I got kicked out of every school hehe. But it all ended alright.

I was subject to some ridiculously strict parenting growing up, but only when they were actually parenting. I had the kind of parents who were really into the whole "spare the rod, spoil the child" school of child-rearing. I was never allowed to miss Sunday morning and Sunday evening, every Wednesday bible study, every church function, no exceptions. Ever. I also got some physical "corrections" for things like being 1/2 hour late (disobedience), taking too long to answer questions (rudeness), asking questions about god/christ/christianity that were "inappropriate" (blasphemy), playing dungeons & dragons (satan worship), sleeping past 7am on a Saturday (laziness), drinking coffee (drugs), hiding from things when I was little (cowardice), correcting a mistake they made (disrespect), saying that my cat talks to me (lying), playing with the black neighbor kids (associating with a "bad element"), almost any stimming (being a freak), having a seizure (demon possession), not smiling/laughing enough (being cold-blooded), having a girlfriend of German descent (being a nazi), and asking for an allowance (greed).

Luckily, my dad had two jobs and my mother was a tv junkie, so the pain only came when they were paying attention (which was not too often).

They were the happy medium: strict-but-not-too-strict.

And I was an aspie. Rarely acted up, and only rarely tested the limits.

But they had very opposite management styles- that became more opposite as time went on as they reacted against each other. That became very confusing, and stressful.

Seems like quite a few experienced what most would call very disciplinary parenting. It's good in some way's, though there is of course a limit were it is a little over the top. I find it horrible that some of you experienced physical punishment :/

I was born in the 1960s when children could only be seen and not heard. My mother was an angel whilst my stepfather was the devil in side burns.

I was treated different because my mother was pregnant when she married my stepfather, when I popped out so to speak I was brown in colour and both my parents were lily white (not good) I found out later that my real father was Brazilian.

I also was punished if I didn’t eat my food, which was the fat on meat, it made me sick, so my stepfather would on purpose give me the worst cuts of the meat loving the fact I hated it. I would either give it to the dog or stuff it in my pockets.

I was so scared of my stepfather that I would be in tears when he shouted at me, he would tell me to clean my room and then once I had finished, he would throw everything around the room in a rage, and then make me clean my room again.

He hated me, silly man was very insecure.

I was born in the 1960s when children could only be seen and not heard. My mother was an angel whilst my father was the devil in side burns.

I was treated different because my mother was pregnant when she married my stepfather, when I popped out so to speak I was brown in colour and both my parents were lily white (not good) I found out later that my real father was Brazilian.

I also was punished if I didn’t eat my food, which was the fat on meat, it made me sick, so my stepfather would on purpose give me the worst cuts of the meat loving the fact I hated it. I would either give it to the dog or stuff it in my pockets.

I was so scared of my stepfather that I would be in tears when he shouted at me, he would tell me to clean my room and then once I had finished, he would throw everything around the room in a rage, and then make me clean my room again.

He hated me, silly man was insecure.

Actually, they aren't Mormons, but they are evangelicals.

I keep getting punished for trying to protect my own boundaries. We gotta grow, have our own. Tuesday Night- I tried to lock my bathroom so my annoying brothers wouldn't keep coming in there. Guess what my father did? He pulled off the covers, told me I was a step away from Grandvalley state Universty, and threatened to remove both of the laptops.

I visited Grandstate Valley, and had to attend a hockey game afterward. When I told Mom how much I loved it, she said that OU might be better.
The most annoyhing thing? I'm too dependent. I have zip-zero cash. I am 20 years old. I shouldn't be this way

I have's to stay till Christmas, or till I make money- whichever comes later- I guess. If I get that money by December of this year, I can leave in 2014!
Or Maybe I'll leap in 2016, the next leap year.

Kind of

I live in Trinidad. Yes, my parents were strict- like many here. Maybe to an extreme. To be exact, Mom was. Dad usually stayed quiet. He was a bit nicer, at least, but he didn't really help me when I was in trouble with Mom. I remember when I was younger, maybe 8-10, I loved drawing. I used to draw all the time. Once, though, a teacher caught me drawing in class and after that my Mom would, on random days, take me right after (a stressful day of) school and force me to stand there while she searched my bags and if she saw a drawing she would hit me hard, over and over, for each one she found. In Secondary School if I told her that someone stopped talking to me or she noticed a friend stopped calling she would blame me and beat me for being difficult and off-putting. I didn't like being naked in front of others and she would force me to strip in front of her because 'other parents said their children were fine with it'. I might have been afraid she'd hit me and I wouldn't have clothing to protect me. She had a terrible temper and would explode for no reason. Once she hit me in the middle of a friend's birthday party for something she thought I did (which I didn't do). Sometimes she would yell at me so loud my cousins (who were my neighbours) would tell me they heard her screaming and consequently me yelling because she hit me. All this and both my parents worked full time so I was always punished for things I had little guidance on. I tried to run away once but my Dad caught me and my Mom - surprise, surprise - yelled and slapped me in the face. She was violent and temperamental and it made childhood hell. I even liked school because I could get away from it all. Despite that I was a 'good kid'. Quiet but well-liked, but with a bit of a temper at home.

Later, though, when she started a course on psychology and realised how her childhood (a hard one) might have affected this and the terrible effects it was having on me she did a sort-of 360. Years later and now she's sort of a pushover at times. I have to remember not to hurt her feelings or bring back the time when she was mean and violent because it makes her cry or feel bad. It kind of sucks that I have to worry about her when I want to try to get over those issues but it's better than the way it was.

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So apparently I have "a very small trace of Aspergers?". Yeah, not sure what that means. But hey, any help I can give I will.

Glad to meet to you all!

Yes. They were. Or my dad is, but perhaps not mom anymore? Christian fundamentalists, i mean. Guilt and fear. Always guilt and fear.

My childhood was... difficult.