What did you do in rage?

I ripped the radio out of the dash of my VW because I was sick of the crap on the radio. First I punched it repeatedly, then ripped it out and threw it into the back seat. I shook a kitchen table violently (stuff went everywhere), I once shoved and mouthed off to a really big dude (nice guy, big guy, looked at me really strangely and told me very slowly to calm down) A good deal of these were no doubt helped by low blood sugar- I know the last one was. I do stupid things when the blood sugar gets low.

Hey Welfy! While everyone here is a bit disturbed, venting is perfectly natural and even benficial to a degree in relieving stress and anger. But your response struck a serious nerve with me.

My (ex) girlfriend did the same thing you do. That is, when she got upset or angry she would scratch, claw, slash, or gouge her wrists and arms. I can’t count the number of times she’s drawn blood. Sometimes she would have blood literally dripping from the wound she caused. At first this scared the shit out of me. After I got to know her and her issues better, I learned that this was her only way of ‘feeling’ anything, especially negative feelings. By that, I mean she was mentally, or whatever, unable to feel certain feelings unless she had the physical aspect of pain added to it. Her emotional system had basically shut down. She had become adept at disallowing any kind of feelings whatsoever. Now, she also had other issues as well- anorexia, bulimia, the whole boat. While it started slowly, it gained and took hold within a few years of her first experimentation. It really destroyed her, and others around her, life. She’s now in treatment at a top local hospital for all of the above and more.

My point is not to be Mr. Gloomy Gus here, nope, its simply that you should be aware that this is indicative of a more deep seated issue. She waited until she was 29 to do something about it. She never understood that this could get worse and morph into other behavior equally as bad. She always thought it was odd, but it was her only way of dealing with it. I’m thankfull she’s finally doing something now, even though it meant the end of a 7 year relationship (as of now, anyway). While I’m thankfull now, its sad that it had to take 9 years for her to address it and deal with it in a more positive manner.

Again, I don’t know you from Eve, and I don’t mean to assume that I do, but your description of how you handle anger put up a major red flag in my head, only because I’ve seen where these things can lead. As far as I know you have nothing approaching what I brought up or ever will. I just wanted to bring this up because no one else did.

Anyrate, I hope you don’t take this bad at all, it was only meant as a informative post on my part on things I’ve seen.

who was teasing me about something I can’t remember, it was so long ago. He ducked, and the brush hit Dad’s Steinway grand piano, and took a gouge out of the finish. We both ran upstairs and hid, but Dad was so busy in those days, I don’t think he noticed until several days after.

I once threw an apple I was eating at my ex-husband, and hit him in the chest. Seeds went flying and I don’t think I have ever seen a more surprised man in my life (I am ordinarily fairly mild mannered).

I once called somebody a bad name.

Oh, and there was that time a shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.

One time in the middle of a ballroom dance lesson when my partner was being an ass, I took off my high-heeled dance shoes and threw them at him, screaming, “There is no point to even trying to do this any more.” It took me another couple of years to actually break up with him, though.

Oh yeah. Nintendo and Playstion. How could I forget?
Let’s just say my controllers have teethmarks.

In high school I had a big problem with some classmates constantly harrassing me and making my life completely miserable. We were sitting at one long table, myself and a couple of friends on one side and the my enemies on the other. They had been tormenting me the whole class period when suddenly I just snapped. I stood up grabbed the edge of the table and just flipped it over on to the bullies. Knocked them off their chairs and the table was on top of them. My friends just sat there and the teacher didn’t know what to do. She had know about them tormenting me but didn’t know what to do. She asked one of the friends that I was sitting with to take me outside and let me calm down, luckily I never got in trouble for that and the bullies never bothered me again. It felt good to actually stand up for myself after a year of torment from these people.

Another time my SO at the time made me so mad that I picked up the flour container in our kitchen and threw it at him. The look on his face was priceless. A big, white, cloud of flour and him covered in it. I didn’t have to clean it up either, he did so I felt much better afterward.

I think the only thing of mine I’ve ever destroyed was a G.I. Joe figure. I threw it against the wall. It was my favorite. I couldn’t even find half the pieces, later.

Since then, I’ve learned to deal with my anger. When I get mad, I go in the basement and punch the walls. They’re rock. They don’t mind.

–Tim

I used to have a collection of those cheap plastic snowglobes from various cities. Every time my mom travelled, she’d get me a snowglobe from her destination. I had about 15 of them.

Well, one night in the middle of February when I was 15, damn near everything went wrong, culminating in my mom getting into a car accident. I basically flipped out, and threw every single one of those snowglobes against my bedroom wall. I also threw a small potted cactus. The carpet on that side of the room was soaked and covered in glitter and soil and little plastic flakes. There was still some there two years later when I moved, because it was stuck between the carpet and the wall.

A person I thought was a friend stoled
some Morphin medicine from me
(I don’t take them any more),
first I thought they had done something wrong
at the pharmacy and given me to little,
but it happened again and I knew it was him.
I asked, but he said no
and I got so upset that I started to through
plates, glasses and many outhers things.
I was screaming and crying.
I felt so betrayed.
I trusted him.
While I was throwing these things he tryed to calm me down
and then afterwards he told me it was him.
We are not friends anymore.

How could I forget school.

A dink named Todd used to call me “Army Faggot”. I’m a fairly large guy, so I let it go on for quite some time. Todd was a bit of a waif. I thought it wouldn’t be a good thing if I used my superior size to pound sense into him.
One day however, I’d had enough. He called me Army Faggot, and I let him have it. My homeroom teacher just sat back and watched.

Todd ran away when he saw me…from then on.

Wow! Is that the stuff that makes you a Power Ranger?

I have done many things in a rage Satan, and have spent as many years trying to learn to control my temper. I am happy to say that I can now argue without sliding into rage, without any property damage, and it’s been a good long time since I hurt myself or anyone else.

I am not proud of my temper or the things I have done in the name of anger, so I am not going to list them. You guys wouldn’t want to hear it anyways. I am proud that I recognized the problem within me and started to work on it.

:D, I do have to recommend the “break a plate” booth at the Ren Faire though. Pay a buck, they give you a stack of ceramic plates to smash against the back wall. Good therapy, IMHO. :smiley:

PunditLisa - Not a terribly bright idea, was it? I guess thats partially why 13-14 year olds are not known for their high quality decision making or coping skills…
Not to defend it, but just to explain it, my relationship with my mother has always been bad. Becoming a teenager only served to make her contempt for me worse(I think she took it as an affront to her - like I’d done something to her), and I suppose there is only so much dislike and venom a child can handle from those who are supposed to love it.
We have since reached a sort of Mexican stand-off, though I don’t really know whether its much better. Loathing veiled by polite words and strained smiles isn’t exactly what I was hoping for, but I guess you take what you can get…

I had a crisis when I was in my teens. I smashed my head against walls so hard I broke through them and had concussions. I’ve put a few people into the hospital. Smashed a glass picture once. A cordless phone. Ripped a solid wood door clear off it’s hinges. Broke many windows. Put my fist and foot through many walls…

But that was all years ago. I’m a very nice mild tempered guy now. It takes a lot to get me to fight. But if I get pushed far enough though I don’t hesitate in giving a major ass kicking.

Generally, I have a pretty long fuse. Most of the time I use my mind to fuck people over that have pissed me off big time. And I exercise to relieve stress.

Okay, now who is going to pay for my new monitor now that I spit Coke all over mine, huh?


Yer pal,
Satan

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My sister locked me out of the house once, I came through the side garage door (it was attached to the house) and then kicked in one of those heavy duty doors. I made a huge dent in it and it busted the frame on the other side (it was deadbolted), it caused the hydraulic steel bar thing on the top of the door to break also.

Another time, I went downstairs to watch TV, my sister wouldn’t “let” me, I did it anyways. While I was walking towards the couch she tripped me, I kicked her, she scratched my neck so that it was bleeding with 3 nail marks 3" long. So she went upstairs and told mom saying how I attacked her. I was furious, she was at the top of the stairs 20 feet away from me saying those lies infront of me, so I grabbed a can of pop and threw it right at her face.

The former didn’t make me feel better, even though I got into the house; but the latter was fairly funny, for me, atleast.

  1. Keeping in mind I don’t remember 75 percent of my entire life, I’ve probably done bad stuff. Now I can remember getting in a fight pretty bad (for me) at age 10 or so, and it took 3 guys (teenagers . . . big whoop for me) to get me off the guy. “Last day of camp, you and me!” . . . yeah, right.

  2. I do the whole mind-game thing. I have a long fuse in that I’ll get people to back down before they do something we’ll both regret. In general, though, I find it’s more useful to be friends than enemies.

  3. I honestly don’t like fighting. Or violence.

Iampunha… honestly, I don’t like fire!
bwahahahahaha…

I do remember this one time I was about 10…
I got into this HUGE whoop-ass fight…
it was funny… I had NEVER gotten into a fight before…
too bad this kid didn’t know I was studying Kickboxing with a friend… so anyway, I had never even so much as sworn at this kid before, even though he did nothing but antagonize me, mock me, and make fun of me infront of everyone, so one time, when he was making fun of me in front of the entire 5th grade class, I went up to him and gave him a left jab across the nose, Hard right cross against the chin, and a Roundhouse combo across the neck…
barred him against the ground with my leg and arm, and got him in an armbar that was close to shattering his arm backwards at the elbow…
he was crying, bloody, and screaming… the teachers didn’t care because they had seen what he had put me through, but didn’t know how to react… so they saw me go to work…
after he had been crying and tapping for a while, I let him up…
I pushed him away, and then asked if anyone wanted a try…
no one did… surprisingly…

he didn’t get in one hit, except one to my leg with his arm… Whoop de friggin do…
BTW… this wasn’t in rage… it was in experimentation…
this kid was a good foot at least taller than me, about 40 lbs heavier, and veteraned fighter… I felt good…

I have an extremely long fuse but, like most people with long fuses, I tend to bottle up the rage so it comes out in a sort of mini explosion.

I remember one time I was having a really shitty day and was having a lot of rows with my parents because of my bad grades and some kid started making fun of me, I managed to control myself until the end of the lesson when, as we were walking out, he made one final wise crack and I grabbed him by the hair and flung him, head first, into the edge of the open classroom door (a thick wooden door) and then stamped once on his face with as much force as I could muster without breaking stride and just walked out of the building.
I really regretted doing that because

a) It was the first time I really lost control.
b) I almost got expelled.
c) I fractured the kids jaw in about four different places and I didn’t even dislike him that much, I just got totally stressed.

Now when I feel stressed I just go someplace quiet and think about it until I feel that it’s been resolved. If I can’t do that for some reason, I just throw a flurry of punches at the nearest very hard, immovable thing. If someone’s deliberately pissing me off to get a reaction then I would have no qualms about doing the door trick again but since that incident I have successfully prevented anything like that from going that far.