"They Should Have Beat Me More" - The Cycle Of Physical Abuse
In December, 2005, I conducted a two-day workshop with men who
had recently been released from prison for domestic violence.
With the men were their wives, as well as the father of a
batterer who was still in prison.
The father, Douglas, sat in front of me, sharing his childhood
experiences.
"My momma was a very loving woman - a big-hearted, hard working
loving woman," he told me. From my many years of counseling, I
knew that my definition of love and his definition of love were
likely very different.
"Did she ever beat you?" I asked.
"Oh yeah. She beat me all the time. My daddy beat my momma and
my momma beat me. But she beat me because I was bad. I was
really bad. Maybe if she had beat me more, I wouldn't have been
so bad."
"What did she beat you with?"
"Anything she could get her hands on. Extension cords, wooden
spoons. Often I had to go into the yard and pick out the switch."
"How did you feel when you knew you were going to get a beating?"
"Oh, I was terrified. I'd beg and plead and promise not to do
again whatever it was she was mad at. But that never worked. I
always got the beating. Then after the beating she would tell me
that she loved me, that it was for my own good, and that it hurt
her more than it hurt me."
"And how were you bad?"
"Well, sometimes I'd come in late, and sometimes I would talk
back. Then I got into alcohol and drugs at a very early age.
Maybe if she had beat me more, I wouldn't have done the alcohol
and drugs."
"Why do you think you did the alcohol and drugs?"
"I was just hurtin' too much. It took me outta all the pain for
awhile."
"What was the pain?"
"I don't know. I was just hurtin' a lot."
"Do you think it is possible that you were hurting because the
woman who was supposed to protect you was instead hurting you?
That she was confusing you by telling you she loved you while
she was beating and terrifying you? That there was no one to
turn to for safety and nurturing? That you were scared much of
the time for fear of the beatings? That you were terribly lonely
and could not turn to your parents because they were the ones
causing the pain?"
Silence.........Then he looked at me in shock. As the light bulb
when on in his mind, the tears started rolling down his
weathered cheeks. Soon he was sobbing.
"That's right...That's right....The beatings were the problem.
More beatings would not have helped. And I beat my children
thinking it was the right thing to do, and now my son is in
prison for beating his wife and protective services want to take
away their daughter. And I almost hit her the other day when she
didn't mind me. I'm so glad I didn't. This has to stop! This has
to stop!"
I looked around the room. Everyone was in tears. Kathy, the wife
of one of the batterers, spoke up, sobbing.
"I've always hit my kids, and no matter what anyone told me
about it not being good, it never made sense to me. This is the
first time I understand why it's not a good or loving way to
discipline my kids. And I can see why I'm having so many
problems with my older son and why he is on drugs. He has always
been furious with me and I had no idea why. Now I understand. I
need to learn a new way to discipline. I'm going to take a
parenting class and start reading parenting books."
I hugged Douglas for the profound work he did, and for the
effect his work was having on everyone in the room. I thanked
God for giving me the privilege of working with these people.
All of them, it turned out, had been severely beaten as
children.
I am deeply grateful to James Beard who conducts workshops
within the prison with batterers and to Lindsay Wagner, who also
works with these men and their families. Both of them were
assisting me at this workshop. We all smiled at each other in
deep gratitude for the healing that was taking place.