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I was this kid in this exact same scenario where I was hungry and my father wanted to play abusive games with food and a can opener. It& #39;s abuse under the guise of "teaching". This man needs therapy.
It& #39;s not teaching.
It& #39;s not cute.
It& #39;s not funny.
This is abuse. https://twitter.com/johnroderick/status/1345508384011816960">https://twitter.com/johnroder...
It& #39;s not teaching.
It& #39;s not cute.
It& #39;s not funny.
This is abuse. https://twitter.com/johnroderick/status/1345508384011816960">https://twitter.com/johnroder...
In my story, I spent three hours with the can opener, gave up for a bit and took a nap because I developed a headache, and came back to it.
We skipped lunch.
I spent another hour struggling because I didn& #39;t grok the positioning of the tool.
We skipped lunch.
I spent another hour struggling because I didn& #39;t grok the positioning of the tool.
I figured out the positioning as we neared dinner time, but, not very surprisingly, didn& #39;t have the hand/forearm strength to press down properly.
My dad found this extremely funny.
My dad found this extremely funny.
After we skipped dinner I took another break. I hadn& #39;t eaten anything since breakfast. Mom wasn& #39;t home. Dad wouldn& #39;t let me go to the kitchen by myself to get anything to snack on.
I was on hour nine, in frustrated tears, being mocked, before I figured it out.
I was on hour nine, in frustrated tears, being mocked, before I figured it out.
Dad was super ~proud~ of me. He told the story to all his pals at the coffeeshop, alongside a dose of "she was so clueless!". He said I had really kept at it, not really mentioning he had refused to let me eat.
My arms hurt for days. I had cut myself on the can, too.
My arms hurt for days. I had cut myself on the can, too.
When I encountered a manual can opener at my grandma& #39;s house a few weeks later, I burst into tears because I didn& #39;t know how to use it (different model). She was VERY confused, and also shocked when I explained to her why.
She took five minutes, showed me how to use hers, and let me practice as we made dinner. I remember her hands on mine: soft and patient. I got the hang of it after 30 minutes and we finished cooking together and she taught me how to chop onions.
I& #39;m tired of men& #39;s stories about ~teaching their children~ that act like cute anecdotes when in reality, they& #39;re abuse disguised.
I wonder what the story might be like from the kid& #39;s perspective. This is mine.
I was eight. And my grandma was a much better teacher.
I wonder what the story might be like from the kid& #39;s perspective. This is mine.
I was eight. And my grandma was a much better teacher.
I muted my thread and went off to enjoy the rest of my birthday and the dude kept doubling down? And nowâ
I just....wow.
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I just....wow.
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Bean Dad has been (temporarily, as I& #39;m sure he& #39;ll come back once he sees someone else has taken his Main Character of Twitter title) shamed into hiding, but the Internet is forever. https://twitter.com/ManiacalV/status/1345870405085573122">https://twitter.com/ManiacalV...
