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No. But I have beaten a kid up for stealing my money. He though he was all tough and I just went over, kicked him in the jewels and then kneed him in the chin. He cried. IM NOT A BAD PERSON. IT'S CALLED SELF-DEFENSE! WHEN IT COMES TO MONEY FOR ME NOTHING CAN STOP ME FROM IT.
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I got a black eye once in high school. A real shiner. I still can't believe it actually happened.
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The last "fight" I got in was 4 years ago(19 years old) when I was at a party talking to some people I just met there. At the time, I wanted to be in the DEA and I was talking about it. Little did I know these two people were drug dealers and jumped me when I was leaving. I say "fight" even though it was them hitting me in the back of the head and running. I went down dazed and reached up almost immediately to grab at their throat but it turned out to be my friends helping me up. The other guys were already gone, felt like 2 seconds.
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I have been threatened but never beaten up... close though once evol ni
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Yes by my abusive Father -
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my sister beat me up and told me not to tell. got away with it twice.
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Yes, abusive "corporal" punishment by my father as a child. That's my most memorable and most inexcusable as well.
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I got beat up by this guy like 2 years ago. But i think i won. He didn't come to school for a week straight. He tried proving me wrong, when he was the wrong one.
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Not as a child but I was mugged and badly kicked a few years ago trying to get into my home in Notting Hill.
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Yeah, I had some pretty nasty home violence, but the worst would have to be when I got the crap kicked out of me when I was pregnant with my second by his father. He had been yelling at me and slapping me all day and I went outside to talk with our roommate and he had me around the shoulders while I cried. My boyfriend was coming around the corner when our roommate asked me if I wanted a hit off his cigarette (I would have declined) and so my boyfriend drug me into the house and just beat the crap out of me on our bathroom floor. He gave me two black eyes with a shampoo bottle he was hitting me with. My son was born 5 weeks premature and that guy is GONE!!! My husband is adopting him now after 4 1/2 years.
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Nope.
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Sort of, I got into physical fights with both my parents and grandparents when I was little and they would pin me down and slap me and the such. I think I might have been beaten up without me being able to retaliate when I was even younger, but I don't remember.
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I have been beaten up quite a few times, over all types of different reasons. None as an adult though.
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When I was in middle school I was half the size of the other guys and they usually beat me up after gym in the locker room. Never less then 3 of them at once. The teacher was sadly blind to the whole thing.
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Yes. As a child.
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Only as a child by my sister...she stopped when I learned how to fight back.
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Yes, I've been beaten up when I was a little girl and adult. When I was really young about 6 years old or so, I've been beaten up by my dad with shoes, punches and kicks just for being naughty. I think he used to beat me with a stick too sometimes. One other time when I was 10 years old, my dad kicked me in the rear so hard that I couldn't walk well, and this other time when I was 14 or 15 he beat me with a belt then knocked me down on the floor then he stomped on my chest and spit on me, it hurted so bad that I was trying to breathe from the pain on the chest. Crying in pain, I was begging in a wheezing voice "Please, stop". I had to go to school one time with scars showing on my cheek, the teacher asked me what was that from, but I just said nothing. I also remember this other time I think I was 14 15 or 16, he punched me very hard continuously, pulled me by my hair dragging me then throwing me on the floor and then he beat me on the back of my head hard. I felt a sudden daze, headache and had a big bump showing at the back of my head. My parents' friends had to come over to stop the fight and they had to put an iced meat on the back of my head to flatten down the bump. Theres so many beat up situations I had but I can't remember some of them and I can't type them all here. I've even been beaten up badly by my dad while I'm married but my husband wasn't there when he beat me up. So the only people who beat me up in my life were my dad and mom, but my mom's beatings are nothing compared to what my dad does to me. The sad thing now is that my brother does that to his 2 year old son too... He beats him with the belt.. My 5 year old niece happened to tell me that he beat him with the belt when I asked how their dad treats him when he's naughty... One time I also saw my bro drag my niece badly by the arm when she refused to leave my house. Luckily I don't treat them bad, even when they are naughty and knock/break things in my room. I only yell, but rarely any beatings. If I beat, they are only light taps behind the back or shoulder but thats very rare.
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I got beat to death by my ex-husband 1999. That was the only other fight i have lost in my life and do not plan on fighting anytime soon. I have fought after that and won but still i have matured as an adult....
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I was sixteen and thought I might be pregnant so while my parents were at work I took a pregnancy test. I wasn't suppose to have friends over while they were at work but the house was full of mine, his, my sisters, my brothers..The whole neighborhood was there waiting to see if I was pregnant. The test came back positive and everyone had left except for korky and my boyfriend Chad. We heard thier car pull in the drive but they didn't get out the back door fast enough and were seen by my mom as she came through the front door. She walked in and told me I was "grounded for a month". I knew better than to argue and just said "Whatever!" The next thing I knew I was laying on the kitchen floor with her on top of me as she repeatly punched me in the face and I screamed for her to get off me. My step dad, sisters, and brother stood around us screaming and watching her beat me. I finally bit her arm like a pitbull that wouldn't let loose and that's what made her get off me. Later that night I ended up in the ER because I was bleeding and losing my baby..Bed ridden and that's the only reason why she's alive today. It was the last time my mom ever laid a hand on me but it's the one I'll never be able to forget.
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When I was younger... These are the ones I recall: First time, we were practicing flag football. On the line, I blocked a guy right down to the ground. He raised up on his knees and tried to punch me in the stomach. He hit my Boy Scout belt and cut his hand open. (Of course, it was MY fault.) A few days later, I was riding my bike home from school, and he and a couple of friends stopped me. We had a discussion, and they let me go. (WHEW!) Riding home from Boy Scouts on day, a couple of years later, I stopped at a Danners to get something. As I was leaving, I saw a guy ride my bike hard into the bike rack. I went out, picked it up, straighted the wheel, got on, and found myself surrounded by about 10 guys. (One was one of the older kid leaders of our group.) HE was standing directly in front of me, holding the handlebars. I don't remember WHY they were pissed at me, but... Anyway, at one point he stepped off to the side, I think to let me go, and before he changed his mind, I pushed HARD on the pedel and took off. One of the buttheads surrounding me took a swing an hit me directly in the nose (breaking it I think.) Cold day, and by the time I got home, my glove was soaked with blood. Parents didn't see me come in. I cleaned up, and went to bed. I have no clue if my parents ever knew, or WHY they did that. Had some problems with ONE of the group (another kid in the pack) in HS after I started driving. Every time I'd drive by, he'd try to throw something into my car. That stopped on a winter day when I saw him and friends getting ready with snow/slushballs ahead, and aimed the car directly at them, skidding to a stop a short distance away. They had scattered, and threw what they had, but I don't remember ANYTHING thrown at me by them after that. And last one: Friends and I used to play "tag" in the gymnasium after eating lunch (rest of the lunch period) in Jr High. Others played basketball, and others other games. I was looking back, and turned around in time to see this big black guy directly in front of me, shooting baskets. I ran into that wall, and don't remember hitting the floor. A second later, I DID come to, picked myself up, apologized, and went back to base (center of the floor). He came up to me, complaining about my running into him, and punched me in the arm. Almost EVERY day after that, if he saw me in the hall, he would wade across the sea of people and punch me in the arm. The next year we were xfered to the old high school for 9th grade (new HS had been built and opened.) Saw him one day heading for detention (he was, I was going home). I said, "Hey, Al"... he said "Hey", and that was that. There was another story, but that's enough for now! ;-) (Saw the first guy at work once, when I was in HS, and he actually apologized for trying to hit me. We laughed about it.)
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I have beaten up over 500 times, I get into about 30 fights a year. I am about 90 wins and 500 losses. I am always in a Suit and Tie and fight kids about 30 pounds lighter than me. I am 135 pounds and I have never fought anyone over 110 pounds and never won against anyone over 105 pounds.
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both, an abusive childhood and two abusive relationships.
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only by law enforcement. they instructed me that they made the laws and not us!
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I went to school - my teacher beat me I came back home - my father beat me However, now I am 20 and I a calm person...Unbelievable!!!
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No.
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Only once, luckily.
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No.
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no my parents were too old and knackered and couldn't catch me
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Define beaten. By my definition, never. I did occasionally get my butt swatted or my hand slapped, but it's not the same thing.
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never
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With a switch many times...Ouch still hurts!
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Not beaten as much as psychologically tortured and having my food poisoned. :)
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Beaten, no. Disciplined, yes. . A good whollop with a wooden spoon builds character. Even more so if it's plastic :)
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