I was smacked with a ruler every time I picked up a pen to write with my left hand. I was beaten with a copper stick until one day it broke. I have had hairbrushes broken on my backside by my mother and my head smashed into my brothers for argueing and a headache for the rest of the day, all of these things on many occasions. I have had 6 strokes with the cane many times and strapped on the hand with a leather strap at primary school and I have spent the best part of my life trying to overcome the damage caused by it. That is how I know it does not work and I vowed to break the cycle (and that does work). It is only in the last few years that I have been able to forgive and stop hating my parents. I remember sitting with my father as he was dying and wishing I didn't hate him so much for being a bully and only giving up the hidings when I was training at martial arts and big enough to give it back.