This word is an interesting one because it has three meanings that grow in intensity and effect. For the first definition, I’m pleased to say that I have never beaten anyone with a stick, but when I first started to play music I was a percussionist, so it seemed natural to beat things with a (drum)stick.
I can think of a number of times in my life where a lesson was learned in a forced way. There are the obvious examples: long division, learning to budget money, obeying a curfew. But there are those other lessons that are less obvious, but far more pernicious and baneful: learning to hide from bullying, learning to lie to avoid being shamed, learning to grieve when I’ve lost a friend, and learning how to pick up my life after losing a relationship.
In all of those examples (except maybe the long division one), I felt berated, but my response was to criticize harshly, to drub in return. It was a way to fight back. I would say that the bullies were mean because they hated themselves (probably true), I drubbed the driver of the other car that took my friend from me, and I rebuked and criticized someone I loved because I couldn’t understand why I was hurting. I am still criticizing harshly because I haven’t learned to let go. But I know by continuously chiding those who have taken something from me in life, I am drubbing the dead horse, and I am not moving on, letting go, or learning to forgive. It seems you cannot be drubbed into forgiveness, it has to come from another place.