that escalated quickly
Having lunch today, under dubious circumstances, with Dad & Sister. That among other reasons is why this probably popped into my head.
I don't really have anger issues but I feel things very intensely. Nowadays when angry I know all sorts of ways to defuse it but that wasn't always the case. For a time where I regularly attended a boarding school in Massachusettes, they got it into my head that a good way to abate angers was to lash out. Not at a person but an inanimate object, like a wall or something. To focus all of the anger into a single punch, and release.
Not only does this get rid of it, but the subsequent pain is a lesson within itself.
Such a thing did occur some time after I stopped attending that school, many years later while at home. Not even sure what I was mad about now (been awhile) but I turned and let loose on a door behind me. While I'm not alluding to being superhuman by any stretch of the imagination, I put my fist through that door... but regrettably Mom was in the room at the time and it freaked her the fuck out, so I got kicked out of the house for a couple weeks.
Now... Mom confided in my Sister about this, who in turn apparently told my Dad; up until this post here I've never discussed this with really anyone outside Mom, Sister, & Dad.
With the notable exception of Debbie, a nurse I was involved with during the late 1990s.
It came up as she had a concern the more intense our relationship became, as she'd heard about this. See, for reasons I cannot name, after Sister told Dad he told a number of people at his work... who in turn told a number of other people. While Debbie & Dad both worked in the medical profession, they'd never met. Deb knew of my Dad, he's well known in the local medical community, and hadn't initially made the connection I was his son until roundabout this whole mess.
So we had a talk, and things got resolved... but it was a very near thing to ending us then and there.
I have no idea why Dad decided to share that story with anyone outside the family. Haven't thought of it much at all until this morning.
I don't really have anger issues but I feel things very intensely. Nowadays when angry I know all sorts of ways to defuse it but that wasn't always the case. For a time where I regularly attended a boarding school in Massachusettes, they got it into my head that a good way to abate angers was to lash out. Not at a person but an inanimate object, like a wall or something. To focus all of the anger into a single punch, and release.
Not only does this get rid of it, but the subsequent pain is a lesson within itself.
Such a thing did occur some time after I stopped attending that school, many years later while at home. Not even sure what I was mad about now (been awhile) but I turned and let loose on a door behind me. While I'm not alluding to being superhuman by any stretch of the imagination, I put my fist through that door... but regrettably Mom was in the room at the time and it freaked her the fuck out, so I got kicked out of the house for a couple weeks.
Now... Mom confided in my Sister about this, who in turn apparently told my Dad; up until this post here I've never discussed this with really anyone outside Mom, Sister, & Dad.
With the notable exception of Debbie, a nurse I was involved with during the late 1990s.
It came up as she had a concern the more intense our relationship became, as she'd heard about this. See, for reasons I cannot name, after Sister told Dad he told a number of people at his work... who in turn told a number of other people. While Debbie & Dad both worked in the medical profession, they'd never met. Deb knew of my Dad, he's well known in the local medical community, and hadn't initially made the connection I was his son until roundabout this whole mess.
So we had a talk, and things got resolved... but it was a very near thing to ending us then and there.
I have no idea why Dad decided to share that story with anyone outside the family. Haven't thought of it much at all until this morning.