Using hot sauce to discipline children?!?

Society is FUCKED these days. I’m on your side, Catsix.

Now, I don’t think I’d ever use the hot sauce method on my kid, but I do believe in the wonders of a deft smack across the behind, and probably some people who find that offensive might not baulk at the sauce.

Any punishment, be it physical or otherwise, can constitute abuse if it is done wrongly. I was smacked as a child very rarely. I remember some of those incidents because they were simply so out of the normal routine for me. However, I remember them with neutrality, and I don’t feel any twinge of emotion whatsoever in doing so. On the other hand, they were specific occasions on which I received “the look” or an " I. AM. VERRRRY. DIS.A.POINTED. IN. YOU" treatment, and those memories bite.

You, as a parent, will know your kids like nobody else can. You will know the limits. ALL punishment is, by its nature, adversarial. ALL punishment is about “doing what the big people want or bad things will happen” (as somebody mentioned in this thread), because that’s the freakin’ way life is when you’re a kid. You can’t think for yourself as an adult can. If you run across the road when the crossing signals are red, despite the “big people” yelling at you not to do so, then “a bad thing might happen” and being mown down by a Chevy would be a sight worse than pepper on the tongue.

The method of punishment (within reason) is unimportant. It’s the way it’s applied. Reasoning with kids is all well and good, but it’s not always possible. I haven’t smacked my son in a couple of years, but that doesn’t mean I’ve suddenly become opposed to the method. I believe in it, but now he’s old enough to be given a bit of verbal punishment - and I’m capable of making him cry every bit as much with that. It’s about limits, not method.

Don’t want to quibble, TLD, as I agree with your post. But I gotta disagree with:

If parents automatically knew limits, there would be a lot less child abuse.

I was the frequent recipient of the treatment, but it had the opposite effect on me… I absolutely love hot sauce, the hotter the better (to a point). Interestingly, our family has NO southern roots and the time in question was 40 or more years ago.

I still get this awful compulsion to go and harshly lick the nearest bedspread though, when I realize I’ve over done it.

That was my solution at an earlier age.

My mother really, really regrets her actions of yore, 'cause I get her back whenever she comes to visit and has to eat my cooking. There isn’t much I make without some fire in it! I love watching her cringe when I open up my special cupboard full of different hot sauces.

I never really thought about it, but I imagine that’s why she is always wanting to go into town to eat… On the rare occasion that I acquiece, I make sure to take along my portable hot sauce collection.

I don’t actually know the exact nature of the trauma. I don’t remember whether it’s because he can’t remember or because he didn’t tell me.