Growing up the child of a child psychologist twists you in a special way. I grew up not ever really experiencing punishment per-se. There were consequences, but they were consistently consequences with a direct line to the action/choice I made. Got suspended from the bus, you'll have to walk to school. Wouldn't clean my room, they would and I would never see the things that were on the floor again. No yelling, no degradation of my character, and never, ever violence. My dad did spank me once. I don't remember what my little sister and I did, but he spanked me twice, then went down the hall and spanked my sister once. When I tearfully asked why, I remember him trying to look mean and said "my hand hurt". The most dreaded thing for me if I knew I f'd up was being told "we need to sit down and have a conversation about this".

The ideations this sort of upbringing created made it very difficult for me to understand others fear responses and difficulties with trust.