My parents taught me violence by inflicting it on me. I don't use violence to teach or discipline my child. When I catch her in a lie I explain to her how precious trust is and how by lying to me she has degraded our relationship. I ask her if she understands and then she starts to cry and so do I. That's when I hug her and tell her that I love her.
I had always been in about 2 fights a year at school and about 2 fights a year with my brother.
In $tr8 I continued to develope as a fist fighter and each time I resorted to violence I pushed the limit a little further. I had never hit anyone directly in the face until I was in $tr8. I was always afraid I would really hurt someone. I try not to resort to violence at all but if backed into a corner I will make the aggressor regret they ever looked at me. Also, I think honorable fist-fights and personal self-defense are one thing, and violence against women and children is fucked-up.
