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<blockquote data-quote="Crayola13" data-source="post: 751591" data-attributes="member: 21066"><p>Sometimes you have to scare kids into behaving well. My parents will tell you I was a difficult child, even though I was a very well behaved child. When I was four years old, I threatened to steal a book from the grocery store. My dad scared me so badly, that the thought never entered my mind again. We were a very strict, religious family. My dad opened the Bible and showed me the ten commandments. He had me convinced I was going to hell. He described what hell would be like. Whenever I made any grade below a B, my mom would drive me through the projects and tell me that was the life I was destined for. My parents told me if I didn't go to college that I would ruin my life and live in poverty. I wouldn't be able to afford to go to the dentist and all my teeth would turn black, I would have to wear clothes with holes, drive a beat up car, etc. Fear tactics worked for me. Money was a good motivator. My dad controlled my behavior with money. I always behaved, but the better I behaved, the more money he gave me. Naturally, I wanted all the money I could get, so I was a little angel! The scare tactics worked when it came to other things. My parents would open the Bible and show me scripture. It was frightening because I truly thought I was going to hell for the slightest little thing. When I was in high school, teen pregnancy was at an all-time high. My parents and teachers told me if I got pregnant that it would ruin my life, be economically devastating, and that it was a grave sin. It was also the time of the AIDS epidemic, which scared me to death. MTV showed commercials and public service announcements about AIDS nonstop. The commercials were very graphic, showing what people with AIDS looked like--purple lesions on their skin, unimaginable agony, and suffering on their death beds. The insurance agent came to school one day and explained to all the students that if we drove drunk, we would end up homeless because our parents would lose the house and everything else because the family of the person we killed would file a civil suit for $10 million. Our parents' wages would be garnished, and we wouldn't even have enough money for groceries. Those things were enough to scare me into behaving well. The guidance counselors told all the students during a big meeting one day that if we used drugs that we would end up like other students in the school who were prostituting themselves. During that time, there were several murders of prostitutes in our area. I was told that would happen to me if I used drugs. The evening news can scare a teenage girl. My parents wouldn't let me go to clubs because they said I would get raped and murdered. No rock concerts because I would get raped and murdered. My dad was paying my tuition, so he had total control over me. I needed him to pay my tuition because if I wanted to make good grades, I couldn't work. I was also having migraines during that time and couldn't have kept my grades up if I had worked. If I disobeyed, my tuition wouldn't get paid, and I would have to live in a roach infested apartment in a rough part of town where I could be raped and murdered. Fear and money work, folks.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Crayola13, post: 751591, member: 21066"] Sometimes you have to scare kids into behaving well. My parents will tell you I was a difficult child, even though I was a very well behaved child. When I was four years old, I threatened to steal a book from the grocery store. My dad scared me so badly, that the thought never entered my mind again. We were a very strict, religious family. My dad opened the Bible and showed me the ten commandments. He had me convinced I was going to hell. He described what hell would be like. Whenever I made any grade below a B, my mom would drive me through the projects and tell me that was the life I was destined for. My parents told me if I didn't go to college that I would ruin my life and live in poverty. I wouldn't be able to afford to go to the dentist and all my teeth would turn black, I would have to wear clothes with holes, drive a beat up car, etc. Fear tactics worked for me. Money was a good motivator. My dad controlled my behavior with money. I always behaved, but the better I behaved, the more money he gave me. Naturally, I wanted all the money I could get, so I was a little angel! The scare tactics worked when it came to other things. My parents would open the Bible and show me scripture. It was frightening because I truly thought I was going to hell for the slightest little thing. When I was in high school, teen pregnancy was at an all-time high. My parents and teachers told me if I got pregnant that it would ruin my life, be economically devastating, and that it was a grave sin. It was also the time of the AIDS epidemic, which scared me to death. MTV showed commercials and public service announcements about AIDS nonstop. The commercials were very graphic, showing what people with AIDS looked like--purple lesions on their skin, unimaginable agony, and suffering on their death beds. The insurance agent came to school one day and explained to all the students that if we drove drunk, we would end up homeless because our parents would lose the house and everything else because the family of the person we killed would file a civil suit for $10 million. Our parents' wages would be garnished, and we wouldn't even have enough money for groceries. Those things were enough to scare me into behaving well. The guidance counselors told all the students during a big meeting one day that if we used drugs that we would end up like other students in the school who were prostituting themselves. During that time, there were several murders of prostitutes in our area. I was told that would happen to me if I used drugs. The evening news can scare a teenage girl. My parents wouldn't let me go to clubs because they said I would get raped and murdered. No rock concerts because I would get raped and murdered. My dad was paying my tuition, so he had total control over me. I needed him to pay my tuition because if I wanted to make good grades, I couldn't work. I was also having migraines during that time and couldn't have kept my grades up if I had worked. If I disobeyed, my tuition wouldn't get paid, and I would have to live in a roach infested apartment in a rough part of town where I could be raped and murdered. Fear and money work, folks. [/QUOTE]
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