Child abuse is normal in chinese cultures

This is a rather long one. I cut out my years 8-16, as there wasn't much hitting. See the bottom paragraph if you can't be bothered reading this.

In western civilisation nowadays, it is seen as a terrible thing to hit ones child and parents were told off for it, but my parents were never reprimanded by anyone and even their friends did the same to their children, so I had thought it was normal.

I was born into a Chinese family who treated child abuse as nothing more than a normal practice and part of a child's stage of growing up. I was told that I woke up sleeping, and my father hit me to make me cry, they talked about it like it was normal.

As a child, I was overly sensitive and cried over the smallest things. I was not spoilt. My parents did not buy me anything I desired. I did not eat. For days on end I did not eat for whatever reason, I will never know. But I came to learn my oversensitiveness was due to an abnormality in my brain, a genetic trait carried from my mothers side of the family.

I remember I was hit a lot for crying. When I would cry over a broken toy, they hit me. When I didn't eat they hit me. When I would cry they hit me. When they found out I cried at school they would yell at me, which in turn caused me too cry, and then they hit me. Pretty much had a terrible time.

I had it pretty bad in kinder/Day care too. I was bullied. I was the innocent kid who knew nothing. I ate sand (once). I had friends. I watched scary movies that scared me half to death. They carers were always praising my sister for how perfect she was. And would always laugh at me behind my back and scold me whenever I was awkward.
I remember I one time it was "Nap time" I was fully awake and some kid made a loud noise and she told him to be quiet, and then he said: "it was me" and I then said "No it wasn't!" and they told me to be quiet. It felt like the whole world was against me. I was miserable there.

During Prep, I had a teacher who was stern with children, taught me my first word CONCENTRATE, as I was a lively child. Said it to me everyday. My social life was ok. I had a few friends that came from day care. I was happy at school, but due to my past I would hide what I would do at school from my parents. Whenever my parents would come and pick me up, I felt like I would start to cry again. But I stopped it.

Due to all this "abuse", I taught myself how to hide my emotions, how to stop tears flowing and how to keep a calm natural face. Goddamn, I was only 5.

Rest of the years were a blur, but I presume they were ok. As I stopped crying, so did the abuse, for the most part.

2014, 17 years old, my mother storms into my room and asking about my bad test scores, as I'm studying trying to keep them up, and proceeds to threaten me with a knife. I talk back. My dad comes into the room and started throwing punches at me. I punch back. He throws a real punch to my shoulder. I blurt out, "I'll kill you all!" They proceed to mock me. I leave weeping silently doing my homework again. I tell them, "I won't forget this, I will never forget this."

That's my abuse story. They treat me nicely now.
How would this type of life affect a normal person?

Hello BZRKr.

It's saddening to hear really, the way some parents and adults carry on thinking they have a right to be bully's and abusive towards kids and children under their care. I don't know how it will effect you in the future but just carry on doing your best and I'm sure good things will come your way in life.

All the best BZRKr.