It happens at the other extreme too. I was raised by strict immigrant European parents fresh off the boat who were brought up during WW2.
As an only child, I couldn’t share chores with siblings. Had to do them myself.
Want seconds at mealtime? Eat every single spec before you get served more.
you got 9/10 on your test?, where’s the other 1/10 (no praise)
you want the G.I. Joe action figure with the king-fu grip like your friend got? Tough, we cannot afford it.
never asked what I wanted to eat. I as expected to eat what was served and eat at the dinner table with parents. Zero tolerance for bad manners.
no talking back, rebelling or questioning authority (not even to understand orders to help remember them better since it would be interpreted as a challenge)
no praise or signs of affection. Constant criticism. Nothing was ever good enough.
if you lie, you would get the belt
take the bus or drive to school? No—You can walk (two km each way)!