I was also raised in a very strict household and I don’t talk to my parents either.
I think you can be strict and not abusive, but there’s often a lot of overlap.
Also, it doesn’t work. Research consistently shows that authoritarian parenting and overly permissive parenting both result in negative outcomes for their children. The goal is the happy middle, authoritative parenting. Clear limits, reasonable consequences, calm demeanor.
“Gentle parenting” often gets twisted into a call for permissive parenting. I’m not into the trend, but I’ve read enough to know the proponents are usually talking about having compassion for your child in the moment while also setting firm limits. It’s not like these are mutually exclusive concepts. For a young child having a meltdown, this would entail understanding that young children in this state are unable to effectively reason or learn lessons in the height of their distress because they are so physiologically aroused. The goal is to get the kid regulated first. Then you can give them the talking to and talk about consequences. A lot of people see the meltdown and the compassion (which they view as permissive) but they don’t see the consequences, which come later.
When my son was suspended I didn’t talk to him about it until we got home and we were eating dinner. The following day he experienced the very natural consequence of a very boring day with me while I worked from home. I made no attempt to entertain him and every time he said he was bored I explained to him that his boredom was the desirable point of this exercise because he had inconvenienced everyone and I now had to work while he sat twiddling his thumbs. Since he was getting 10 days grounded from screens he could not retreat to electronic entertainment.
I don’t know if it will work because the problem isn’t really disciplinary, but I wasn’t about to reward him for that kind of behavior. I can tell you for sure that it has a better chance of working than getting the shit slapped out of him and having insults screamed at him for an hour until he’s on his knees begging for forgiveness, which is how I was raised. That resulted in my leaving home at 17.
My mother’s third husband was insanely abusive to his son. It wasn’t unusual for us to be sitting at the dinner table and we’d all be talking happily and out of fucking nowhere her husband would reach over and hit his son in the head because he was talking with his mouth full. Then he would beat him with a belt until his skin was all welted.
I think of that kid every time I’m frustrated with my son. I know he’s probably out there beating his own kid (it’s not a guarantee, but given the culture we were raised in that reinforced that mentality, it’s pretty likely.) My heart aches for him.
When I think about someone like my own parents parenting my own son, I get nauseated. I can get caught in these unpleasant daydreams about it and feel sick to my stomach.
A lot of kids back in the day were raised by people like my mother’s third husband. They are parents now. While some are overly permissive, I can’t fault them for wanting to try a different way.