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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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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.