Have you ever had that switch flipped in your head that sent you into a blind violent rage?
Now, this only counts if you actually flew into the rage and proceeded to beat someone and destroy things and not care or really know what you were doing, as it was an instantaneous reaction and you had no control and was not premeditated whatsoever. If you just had the feeling but held yourself back, then, sorry, it doesn't count.
Feel free to share your story!!
Now, this only counts if you actually flew into the rage and proceeded to beat someone and destroy things and not care or really know what you were doing, as it was an instantaneous reaction and you had no control and was not premeditated whatsoever. If you just had the feeling but held yourself back, then, sorry, it doesn't count.
Feel free to share your story!!
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When I was in high school, I was friends with an autistic guy in my Latin class. We'll call him David. The other kids picked on him all the time. Some of it was standard bullying and ostracisation, but some of it was really specifically awful to do to an autistic person, such as touching and poking him when he was clearly agitated and hypersensitive.
Now, I don't want to paint our friendship as one where I befriended him out of pity, because I didn't. I liked David (and I probably still would, if we hadn't lost touch). Sometimes, people said to me "Oh, it's so nice of you to be friends with him", like I'd taken in a stray dog, and it was kind of offensive (I know they meant well, so I didn't call them out on it, but it was still weird). David was my friend and an equal, not a pet or an ill child.
That said, the way some of the other students treated him made me really angry. Some of it was just ignorance (I still think that if the school had made some effort to explain various disabilities, many of us, myself included, would've had an easier time), but a lot of it was wilful ignorance and cruelty. They threw things at him, they talked about him like he wasn't there, they poked and prodded him, they giggled behind their hands. I remember trying to explain to another kid that David is autistic, and the kid saying "That's just an excuse."
Anyway, one day, I was walking down the hall, and I saw David carrying a poster. One of the kids who picked on him in our Latin class yelled at David and knocked the poster out of his hand, laughing. I'm not sure what happened next. It was like I just blinked, and then I had that asshole kid pinned against the wall. I heard myself say "If you want to fuck with David, you can fuck with me." And then I was walking away.
David and I never really talked about it. I'm kind of surprised that the kid didn't retaliate. He must've been at least 8 inches taller than me. He could've kicked my ass. I really hope I didn't make things worse for David by doing that, though.
I'm not going to recount what passed between us but I recall screaming incoherently at my brother and kicking a stone pillar in anger once. Nearly broke my leg and couldn't walk for a week.
I don't do it much at all anymore.
The statute of limitations says i could still go to jail if they find something to link me with what happened.
Na, sorry, in all seriousness, I never did. At least not after i was past puberty. I think as a Toddler this was somewhat regular for me, but i still vote no.
The first time was when I was in High school. We used to play a violent game called Join the crew. You basically have one person or two starting off, while the others have to try get away. These one to two people had to inflict pain on to you in any way they could to make you say Join the crew, making you on their side.
This one kid I knew was more violent than he should of been, as in choking people a lot. About three people got me down, and he started choking me. He wouldn't let go. While he was still on me, I stood up. This was when I ended up going a bit over the top, yet didn't appear to be angry, but I was. I flipped him over me completely, as in right over my head. That didn;t stop me from being angry, and I was the last one to join the crew, so everyone started running at me. Two came from my left, and one was infront of the other. He came at me, and I pushed him with my left arm, putting a lot of force in to it, and he was thrown back, and ofcourse the person behind him got the first person pushed in to him, and they both fell in to the tree that was behind both of them. There was one person on the right, and I pushed him pretty hard. He ended up hitting the ground with his head, although it wasn't too bad due to it being a grassy area. I ended up getting away and didn't have to "join the crew".
The second time was more serious. I was sixteen (I think I was almost seventeen at the time). My mother's boyfriend who was abusive mentally tried to be abusive physically. We were arguing, and then we got face to face. I ended up walking away due to him being the provider of the family, and at the time we thought without him we'd be homepless (He moved us to Wales, an area we had noody else to go to). I went to walk away, and he hit be behind my head. I turned round, wasn't expecting it, and was suprised how weak he was for someone working as a bodygaurd for the crazy house. I said to him "Is that all you have?", and he was very prideful, so he kept trying to hit me. We ended up fighting. I had his arm, and he grabbed my hair. We were holding eachother in a way that we both were getting hurt, and then I sweeped him with one of my legs, and he litrally swooped off the ground and landed on his back. I put one of my hands on his neck, while holding him down with my other hand and legs. He started laughing at me saying "You know, I work at the looney bin, but you should be living there more than any of the others that do there, then continued to laugh really loud. I know, this sounds very cliche, and I promise you I am not making that up, he did say that. Anyway, back to the story. He started laughing again loudly, and it just got to me how he thought he could mock me, calling me anything compared to the people he worked with. I wasn't actually angry anymore, I was actually having this whole new feeling that I can't explain as I came to the new thought of what I was going to do to him. I placed my arm that was on his arm, then put my leg on that arm to hold it down. I then put both of my hands around his neck, and I wasn't angry anymore, I felt good. I choked him putting alot my presure in to it. He was trying to gasp for air, but I just put even more preasure on his throat. He went red, then started crying (tears from his eyes), and I just felt so powerful that I didn't want to stop, and I didn't. I continued until he went purple and he was so close to dying, but my mother shouted at me to stop, so I stopped and got off him.
Oddly enough it's little things that set me off; e.g. if my stereo isn't plugged in or where I can reach it. This wouldn't bother anyone else, but music is very important to me, & if I listen to the wrong thing it sets me off. I had masses of cds that were full of rage, but I thought they were the best thing ever.
I realised what wasn't good for me to listen to, boxed it all up & deliberately had it put where I couldn't reach. I do very occasionally miss listening, but when I know what happens to my mood afterwards it's just not worth it. I can't see said rage going completely because I'll never not be disabled, but Idon't see any point in making said problems worse. I was having blind rages once a day before.