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I’ve got a lot of experience with “just discipline them”. I’m diagnosed too, and from my experience the only discipline I learned from this approach was the kind required not to kill these people as they went off on their adult tantrums because I didn’t shake so-and-sos hand. The only structure I learned was the kind that enabled me not to see my parents for 20 years. It was being punished for who I am because people who hate children decided to pursue a career working with children while telling me that my issues weren’t real and I just needed to stop being such a moron. I guess it was character-building to be borderline suicidal for the majority of my childhood though.
I watched the man who decided to "just discipline" me lose his wife, his job, and his entire life. It wasn't even his fault but as awful as it sounds it felt pretty fucking good watching his life crumble after the way he acted. The man paddled me every day for a year and laughed about it. Made fun of me in front of adults. My "disciplinary plan" was one lick with the paddle for each late assignment over the year. So if something was late by a day in October, I was getting hit for it in May. I was 13.
More than once I've thought of going to where he works now in one of my nicer suits to spit on him in front of his coworkers. He wasn't the reason for my depression, anxiety, and all of the other things that were wrong with me. But he did contribute to my poor mental health.
They say the best revenge is living well. It's working alright for me these days. And he's no longer in a position to do that to anyone else so I won't go spit on him today.
glad you made it through that comrade. Kids who have been made to feel suicidal throughout their childhood and survive are very literally braver than the troops