My parents couldn't really discipline me when my Dad had me stealing things for him. When I was 11 he put a drill piece in my pocket and when I was stopped on the way out he was nowhere to be seen and went home. When I was put in the back of B&Q they kept asking me did my Dad put me up to it and I kept saying no.
However, I guess you could say I was disciplined a lot for things I didn't do. Like that drill piece, my Mum battered me with her shoe and my Dad stood over her shouting 'He's a queer lad'. Utter fucking cunt he is. He was horrible because he knew, I knew, he was nicer to my Brother and he used to say 'Kevin would have just took it, that's where you are different' which would be more than enough for me to do what he wanted.
I remember once he had me stealing wheel trims for him while he waited around the corner, and I couldn't get them off. I kept going back to the car and telling him they wouldn't come off and he kept saying 'Pull it'. Then, when I heard someone shout I also heard him driving off and I had to make something up about looking for my Dog.
The cunt also made me steal paper out of the school printer, (Some fancy yellow paper) and I got caught and he sat there in the office saying things like 'I don't know were he gets it from, if he wanted paper we'd buy him some'. So, yes I was disciplined but 9/10 out ten it was by the parent who put me up to it.
It also makes me laugh when people disbelieve things like what I have written, purely because of how mild an example they all are.
Benni.
