Afflictive

1847, Anne Brontë (as Acton Bell), Agnes Grey, London: Thomas Cautley Newby, Volume 3, Chapter 3, p. 54, In my childhood I could not imagine a more afflictive punishment than for my mother to refuse to kiss me at night: the very idea was terrible;

But the euil of the paine or the punishment of sin, or any kynde of afflictiue aduersitie, is not (in it self) absolutely euil, or simply to be fled from or auoyded.

All this from Jove’s afflictive Hand we bear: Who, far from Argos, wills our Ruin here.

The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.

[…] in the days and weeks that passed, in absentia—or perhaps from a distance—he’d gradually filled my life, our lives, with his afflictive presence.