If my memory serves correctly, my parents never worried about needing a book to get us thru puberty, adolescence, or anything else. My brothers and I had to go outside to play, and my parents never worried about us being out of sight and hearing range without a cellphone. Our kitchen was closed, so we found our way home because it was getting dark or we were hungry. My parents were mortified if we were in trouble with the school or anyone else, so we knew there would be consequences for misbehaving. My parents never argued with teachers or principles demanding special treatment for us, they didn't think that way. We had 5 boys in a 3 bedroom house, so we lived together instead of in separate rooms.
My parents had to worry about paying bills on a carpenter's wage instead of how to raise us. After the war, I don't think too many people worried about raising boys, if my memory serves correctly. The benefits of discipline were generally understood. They didn't worry that we might be damaged by some adversity, they wanted us ready for adversity.
Of course, if my parents had been fortunate enough to get a daughter, my dad might have been a nervous wreck.
