I think verbal assault leaves marks on the psyche, just as physical blows do on the body. Especially if the verbal insult is coming from someone claiming to be a role model for the child. (Parent, grand folks, teachers, etc...)
I love to watch babies play. The light in their eyes as they experience for the first time all those things we that are older and have forgotten that place, take for granted. And babies laughter is one of my favorite sounds.
Now imagine someone berating that baby for simply being a baby. Verbally demeaning their actions with name calling or harsh criticism rather than constructive, and that child's light starts to become overshadowed by fear. Fear for being who they are that that role model has to yell at them to bring it to their attention that that self just is not acceptable!
Then soon after the precious tinkle in that babies laughter takes on another tone. A fearful tone, because all they see in the world, all that which makes their new eyes wide with wonder, is changed for fear that who they are, seeing all that, obviously (thanks to the example that verbal abuse instilled) isn't acceptable to those that watch over them and judge how they behave. So now, everything that was at first open to their experience, is predicated on how others will react.
And all that, over a period of time, makes a child very self-conscious and insecure about themselves and how they relate to the rest of the world because their guides in the journey, those role-models, that claim to be worthy of the privilege of guiding them, have deeply instilled the notion that "They" (that child) are ____________________<Insert degrading verbally abusive terms here. Which , if they are ever in the company of their peers, is doubly impactive if/when, those peers are so outgoing and their particular role models are kinder than their own. Which instills the thought that there simply must be something that makes that child "wrong" in some way, in comparison to everyone around them that are not treated as they are.
Eventually, that chronic state of affairs can lead the child to grow into someone that is either very insecure and withdrawn or egocentric. Unconsciously assuming a demeanor of self-preservation in the event the verbal abuse is chronic enough in the formative years, that they are "special" in some way or misunderstood and different from the rest of the world and their peers. Hence the verbal abuse that they may surmise was rendered because those role models and others, just didn't understand them or how different or special they were.
Thing is, a child is perfect. Religion aside, every child is a pure being born from the source of something that creates everything else in this world too. They're new here and as such are not burdened with the weight of the experience long years of living garners for the older members of their world. They are open to the experience in every way and they do mimic what they see from those that teach them how it's done.
And those parents or role models that commit to the instruction of those little ones, were once little themselves. And they too mimicked and adapted to the environment set before them. Consequently, verbally/physically abusive parents, on average, are former children that were verbally and physically abused themselves. The horrific heartbreak of that is that that impression those that are adult now received as those abused babes is what sticks with them as they grow up and into a life of their own, only to pass on what they know which is what keeps the cycle of abuse alive.
My advice to anyone that has lived through the experience of being abused, especially verbally, is to take a deep breath before committing to repeating that which broke their heart when they were so young. Imagine, before one spews out those harsh criticisms, how it felt to hear it as a child. Or how it felt to feel it, in the case of physical abuse. The passion of emotion, angry emotions, is sometimes hard to catch before it let's loose. However if one comes to an awareness of what they experienced and the impact that made back in the day, they have but to pause just for a moment and
decide if they want what they remember feeling, to be felt by the one they care about or gave birth to, today.
What an awesome responsibility and privilege to give life to the future.
What a tragedy if the memory one instills in that process is one of violence and pain. What a legacy it is that remains alive long after the abuser is dead, as those abused remember until the day they die what the abuser did in the time they had to make that second chance at changing the life they had themselves, no different for someone else they were entrusted to show the way.
Goddess Bless The Child.