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seiberwing) wrote2008-01-08 11:53 am
seiberwing) wrote2008-01-08 11:53 am
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Life on the edge, huzzah.
He broke my door.
My brother broke my damn door down.
...perhaps I should back up a bit. I had a small argument with David this evening over how he needs to put his headphones in and stop singing when he's on the computer because it's bloody annoying. And he kinda...freaked.
So I rang up Mom. David took the phone away, talked to her for a bit, then hung up and refused to give me the phone back. Now me, I know this sort of thing when I see it, the threats of 'you'll be sorry' and the yelling are never good signs. So I snagged my cell phone and took off to go lock myself in the nearest room (his) as per procedure.
Didn't work, he knocked the door open and grabbed at my hands. So I made a few jokes and calming statements and managed to ease away. Went next door to my room next, properly locked the door--and he managed to break off that little bit of metal on the doorframe with one or two good slams. I had no idea he was that strong by now.
At this point I managed to distract him by talking about how strange it was that he'd actually managed to break the door down and how it was just like in cop shows where they bust into people's houses. The 'moment' seemed to have broken by then--David's outbursts of violence are usually fairly shortlived and wind up with him going self-pitying and begging that I not tell Mom, the problem is getting him up to that point without anything nasty happening--so I was fairly all right.
Turned out later that by some slipup he hadn't gotten his morning meds, which is probably why he went aggressive when he hasn't been like that in over a year and doesn't mean that I'm not still pissed off over the entire affair. Mom offered a chair and suggested I block up my room door since the lock slot didn'twork exist and I blew her off. Seriously, I think I handled it fairly well and he didn't put a scratch on me, I don't need anything just in case he randomly wanders into my room in the middle of the night and decides to smother me with my stuffed whale puppet. I do still have teeth for to bite and knee for to make things uncomfortable.
Still. He took out my door. That's kinda freaky.
My brother broke my damn door down.
...perhaps I should back up a bit. I had a small argument with David this evening over how he needs to put his headphones in and stop singing when he's on the computer because it's bloody annoying. And he kinda...freaked.
So I rang up Mom. David took the phone away, talked to her for a bit, then hung up and refused to give me the phone back. Now me, I know this sort of thing when I see it, the threats of 'you'll be sorry' and the yelling are never good signs. So I snagged my cell phone and took off to go lock myself in the nearest room (his) as per procedure.
Didn't work, he knocked the door open and grabbed at my hands. So I made a few jokes and calming statements and managed to ease away. Went next door to my room next, properly locked the door--and he managed to break off that little bit of metal on the doorframe with one or two good slams. I had no idea he was that strong by now.
At this point I managed to distract him by talking about how strange it was that he'd actually managed to break the door down and how it was just like in cop shows where they bust into people's houses. The 'moment' seemed to have broken by then--David's outbursts of violence are usually fairly shortlived and wind up with him going self-pitying and begging that I not tell Mom, the problem is getting him up to that point without anything nasty happening--so I was fairly all right.
Turned out later that by some slipup he hadn't gotten his morning meds, which is probably why he went aggressive when he hasn't been like that in over a year and doesn't mean that I'm not still pissed off over the entire affair. Mom offered a chair and suggested I block up my room door since the lock slot didn't
Still. He took out my door. That's kinda freaky.
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Deal with my bro is that my parents have authority and (theoretical and legal) control over him. There's at least two people who can stand between me and him most of the time; the only times this actually happens directly to me is when I'm babysitting him alone. And it only happened because he was off his meds, in normal conditions this doesn't happen anymore.
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Considered a can of Mace? Either that or self-defence training might be a good idea. Maybe I'm overprotective, but the thought of you getting hurt or maimed or worse because your kid brother can't keep his brain under control hits... yeah, too close to home for me, as well. *hugs fiercely*
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I'm saying this because you DO care about your family. If it was me, I'd say "fuck this shit, I'm moving out." But clearly, you are a close knit family, and the biggest danger here is letting that give you a false sense of control.
Plus, self-defense classes are just plain cool anyway (and bonus points if you manage to take up a fully-fledged martial discipline - the Triad doesn't have a martial arts expert yet).
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To be quite honest, I never thought of saying it even back when I was 15 and he was biting me. It's...well, like living in rural Europe and fending off the occasional wolf who comes to nibble on your children. Just part of life.
But clearly, you are a close knit family, and the biggest danger here is letting that give you a false sense of control.
Nah, the biggest danger is getting a swollen ego and thinking I can take him. I did rather underestimate him.
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as appealing as the idea gets sometimes. Trust me, I've been taming this lion for most of my life, I know how to handle him even if restraining him's been taken out of the question (and no time to deal with martial arts lessons and I'm going back to school next week anyway).Besides, it was a meds issue. In his normal state he doesn't do that anymore.
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Take care, okay?
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That sucks, dude. I hope everything's cool by now.
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However, I don't agree with the mace suggestion. In enclosed areas, mace will likely affect you just as much as it does him. Self-defense classes are a help, but they might also give you a false sense of security. Besides 90% of self-defense is avoiding the situations where you'd have to use it. If you're going to get a device to defend yourself with, your best bet would probably be a tazer but 1) you need to get through training in how to use it and 2) you'd have to be CERTAIN that David can't get his hands on it when he has another "outburst".
Sorry if this comes off as preacy and nosey, but I'm freaking terrified for you!
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*considers* Perhaps I haven't made myself clear enough in the entry. David's had that violent potential for years and I've taken my share of bruised throats and bite marks. He's been medicated and trained out of it now, and by David violence standards this was actually fairly controlled and mild. I just didn't know he could actually break the door.
If you're going to get a device to defend yourself with, your best bet would probably be a tazer but 1) you need to get through training in how to use it and 2) you'd have to be CERTAIN that David can't get his hands on it when he has another "outburst".
NO. I'm not a fucking pansy in a horror flick, I don't need to be pulling a Pikachu on him when I can handle the situation myself. I know him and I know how the routine goes down. No.
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Okay, okay. It was an "if" you were going to get some device. I just wanted to suggest one that wouldn't endanger you if you had to use it. Maybe I'm overreacting here (hell, it's likely I'm overreacting here), but suddenly hearing that someone has forcibly taken away a safety line (the phone), assaulted you and then pursued you from room to room breaking down doors to get to you freaked me completely out. My brain just kept going "what if she can't talk him down next time?" and getting more freaked with each new image it conjured.
I'll just hit said freaking brain with yerba mate to keep it quiet and butt out. Sorry for upsetting you.
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Trust me, I'm a professional.
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(Sidenote; freaky, but mine did the same damn thing about five years ago. Except it wasn't our door; it was the school's. Whoops.) (He's not bipolar; he just really hated it there.)
*offers stiff gin*
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*nibbles the gin*