Sure did!
I had a foul mouth.
Tossing gin bottles at me and beating the crap out of me with her giant bible was not sufficient to deal with it.
A more traditional source of punishment was needed. Choking me over the edge of the tub and washing my mouth with soap while shouting DEEMON! would put an end to it.
It did not. I was thoroughly pissed off. This punishment was bad. It would have worked on any other kid.
I decided to deprive her of this possible advantage over me.
Being stubborn I decided the best action was to start eating soap. Not just a nibble but a bite.Whole bars.
I even sought out the yellow Sunlight laundry soap bar to eat. It was terrible.
This behavior drove my mother nuts She had no idea what mental aberration she had sparked.
Or how to stop it.
She broke down watching me eating a bar of bathroom soap like a chocolate bar. She cried in frustration. " What am I supposed to do with you?"
I told her to " Suck it" did the trusting thing and kept eating. I had her and was loving it.
I probably cleared off after that. I do remember the look of total frustration on her face. She was leaning on the wall crying.
It went on for months.
The counter was to hide all the soap at home.
The result was my expanding the behavior to school and friends' homes.
Besides, it was hard to explain your kid eating soap at school and friend's places. I knew it would put her on the spot.
We achieved a detente in the soap war.
She bought pretty soap for the bathroom. It was bright red translucent soap.
She took it out of its box to show me. It came with a nice presentation.
I looked at it. Nice soap and red. Red is my top colour to this day.
I did not want to bite a piece out of it so I dragged my teeth over it making a track.
I put it in the soap dish and looked at it sort of not liking that I marked it up.
I just washed with it after that. Other pretty soaps showed up. I marked every one of them once.
I kept swearing at things. Not as much. She never threatened me with soap again.
I would bite pieces off of plain soap and eat it in front of her or where I knew it would reach her ears. Just to weigh on her mind.
The school changed to liquid soap. I like to think I was the impetus.
When I went to my friends the bar soap was hidden.
My Dads Parents were not fooled and knew exactly what I was doing so their soap was safe unless my parents were around.
At some point, they switched to pretty soap. I was happy about that.
Soap tastes BLAAACH! Plain awful stuff.