I think I was in third grade of elementary school when my father’s job transfer caused us to move and change schools.
I remember feeling lonely and anxious about saying goodbye to my friends from my old school, but after a while I made friends at the new school, and I remember having no particular problems with friendships at that time.
I think I was in third grade of elementary school when one day, while watching TV with my mother at home, she got angry. I don’t remember exactly why—perhaps it was because of my behavior while watching TV, or because I hadn’t done my homework, or because the program was bad—but she said, “You can’t watch TV anymore,” and pulled out the TV’s channel and power switch, breaking it.
As a result, we lived without a TV at home for about a year or two afterward.
My father didn’t complain much about the TV being gone and accepted it.
In that respect, my mother, rather than my father, held more power in the household.
My mother lacked any feminine maternal tenderness or affection, but she had a fatherly, strict approach to discipline.
Before starting elementary school, I was kicked out of the house and subjected to corporal punishment by my mother, but from around the upper grades of elementary school, I became physically stronger than my mother, and in arguments, I would sometimes be the one to resort to violence against her.
After I started junior high school, my parents even consulted my homeroom teacher about the fact that I sometimes became violent towards my mother.
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