Adrian Peterson: You Don't Realize You Are Unwell...

I have had associations with so very many social workers and child abusers in my career.
I have never ever once heard a child abuser say; 'I am a child abuser.'
However, many many times I have heard the cruel ones say point blank: 'I am not a child abuser.'
Whenever you think to call abuse, discipline, do a bit of math, even if your mom didn't.
Calculate whether or not you have a decidedly more than double weight advantage over the person
you intend to strike.
Calculate whether you might have a more than squared (x to the second power) age and life experience advantage over the person you are about to strike.
Calculate the height advantage you have over the person you will strike.
Calculate the proportional height/weight advantage you have over the person you will unleash force
upon.
That will take more time; but your weight has much more heavy muscle in it than the weight
of most other people- especially growing people.
For instance, you may weigh three pounds for every inch of height your frame supports. No four
year old could steel himself against that, physically, or probably even emotionally.
If you take the time to do that mathematics, perhaps your rage will have had some time to abate.
(I know you believe that amount of rage against someone four years old may be normal- but it is not.)
Can you  now agree you clearly may have been out of control striking a four-year-old? You hit genitals. Did you make him strip, or was your force powerful enough to tear through his underwear?
Either way, Mr. Peterson, that does not indicate a good quantity of discipline in you.
If your mom is to blame for your present behavior, sir, then you haven't fully grown up.
Find someone who cares for you, and who knows how very wrong this inflicting of bodily harm is, even if you are not still on great terms with this person; then listen to what the person tells you about what you have done so wrong. Yes sir- you meant to hurt him. But you need to hear that from someone who you know cares about you.
Your son will need an education in this twenty-first century, Mr. Peterson.
It seems doubtful he was able to put on a shirt or pants and face his classmates for several days after
he absorbed your beating furor.
If you want to put yourself in his place- think of someone who is twice your size, and considers himself as the designated arbiter of right and wrong in your life. He strikes you repeatedly, purposefully until your body is littered with scars.
You may understand at that time the principal lesson your son has now learned.
There is nowhere to run- nowhere to hide.