Within the last two years, I've perpetrated three acts of physical violence on people I love. the scenario in each incident is very similar. An emotion-charged argument, disagreement, lots of screaming (at me) lots of anger in the air and then I lose it. I say "lose it" not in an attempt to avoid responsibility, but it is the only concrete term I can manage right now. I don't hold anyone else at fault but myself.
The last time I recall vividly stating over and over that I did NOT want to engage in this (fight,argument, whatever) and I thought I was being rather calm. After a barrage of particularly foul and loud, and abusive and insulting, stinging ,hurled invectives, I took about 4 brisk steps and lashed out with a closed fist. All three times it has been just one punch. This last time, I did serious damage. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say, I've seen a lot of people get hit and have been hit many, many times, but I have never seen results like this.
I am still so stunned, it doesn't seem real. After I struck, I sat down on the sofa and my muscles ached so badly and I was so stiff I felt almost paralyzed. It happened so suddenly, I truly cannot recall all of it. I "feel" horrible, and yet I really have to admit, I don't have an emotional attachment to what happened. I still cannot believe it. I remember I started to just clamp my hand over the other person's mouth, anything to stop those words-and I got hit in the face and then I let loose.
The best I can come up with on my own is that the other person ceases to be a person to me, and they represent some sort of threat that maybe my brain sees as deadly? I don't want to hurt anyone. I feel sort of like a monster, and this whole thing has set me off now for the past week or so. I am afraid now, to say anything, to engage in anything controversial. I missed an entire week of work. for a day or two afterward, I had very strange thoughts. Thoughts of literal self destruction. I spent hours literally replaying the scene in my head, over and over trying to figure out what really happened.
But I am already feeling a cold distance toward what I did and oh yes, I have sworn to NEVER do it again, and a part of me believes this. How can I say this is not the way I am, when I did this? I dont ever want there to be a fourth time.
The last time I recall vividly stating over and over that I did NOT want to engage in this (fight,argument, whatever) and I thought I was being rather calm. After a barrage of particularly foul and loud, and abusive and insulting, stinging ,hurled invectives, I took about 4 brisk steps and lashed out with a closed fist. All three times it has been just one punch. This last time, I did serious damage. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say, I've seen a lot of people get hit and have been hit many, many times, but I have never seen results like this.
I am still so stunned, it doesn't seem real. After I struck, I sat down on the sofa and my muscles ached so badly and I was so stiff I felt almost paralyzed. It happened so suddenly, I truly cannot recall all of it. I "feel" horrible, and yet I really have to admit, I don't have an emotional attachment to what happened. I still cannot believe it. I remember I started to just clamp my hand over the other person's mouth, anything to stop those words-and I got hit in the face and then I let loose.
The best I can come up with on my own is that the other person ceases to be a person to me, and they represent some sort of threat that maybe my brain sees as deadly? I don't want to hurt anyone. I feel sort of like a monster, and this whole thing has set me off now for the past week or so. I am afraid now, to say anything, to engage in anything controversial. I missed an entire week of work. for a day or two afterward, I had very strange thoughts. Thoughts of literal self destruction. I spent hours literally replaying the scene in my head, over and over trying to figure out what really happened.
But I am already feeling a cold distance toward what I did and oh yes, I have sworn to NEVER do it again, and a part of me believes this. How can I say this is not the way I am, when I did this? I dont ever want there to be a fourth time.