I have temper problems. Mostly at myself, but I project them outward, seemingly at other people, when I'm really just yelling at myself out loud.
Others do it, too... and it scares me. Because when I was growing up... yelling (at anything/anyone for any reason) meant I was going to get yelled at. Pretty nasty words were thrown in my direction when I was little... probably out of frustration with themselves - my mom and my sisters were and still are yellers. One of my sisters used to hit me when she'd get mad... temper issues were the norm.
So, when somebody yells - at themselves, at the computer, at the tv - and is angry for any reason, I retreat... I get scared... I don't want to be the next victim. I always assume it was my fault.
But, I've discovered, I do it, too.
I shouldn't be surprised, I mean - I grew up with it. That was how you dealt with anger, yelling and hitting and saying mean, nasty things. I hated it, then, and I hate it even worse, now. I never wanted to do that to anyone.
But that's all I know - frustration and anger are dealt with by yelling. Well, that's not entirely true. I know yelling solves nothing. Nothing. Being mean makes things even worse. I know that. But I still do it. Even though I know better.
I'm guessing it's lack of practice. Nobody I've ever been close to has ever known how to talk about problems... it's always yelling and fighting or (worse), ignoring it. I hate that. That was my mom's other tactic. Nothing's wrong. It's all fine. If you pressed her for a discussion, she'd yell at you.
I do that, too.
I don't want to.
Have patience with me... I'm working on it. But, to get anywhere, we're going to have to talk about things. Calmly. Rationally. We can't yell at each other, but we can't ignore it, either.
The worst thing? Every single time it's happened - with anybody - the "problem" has been so insignificant... nothing discussion couldn't fix.
Others do it, too... and it scares me. Because when I was growing up... yelling (at anything/anyone for any reason) meant I was going to get yelled at. Pretty nasty words were thrown in my direction when I was little... probably out of frustration with themselves - my mom and my sisters were and still are yellers. One of my sisters used to hit me when she'd get mad... temper issues were the norm.
So, when somebody yells - at themselves, at the computer, at the tv - and is angry for any reason, I retreat... I get scared... I don't want to be the next victim. I always assume it was my fault.
But, I've discovered, I do it, too.
I shouldn't be surprised, I mean - I grew up with it. That was how you dealt with anger, yelling and hitting and saying mean, nasty things. I hated it, then, and I hate it even worse, now. I never wanted to do that to anyone.
But that's all I know - frustration and anger are dealt with by yelling. Well, that's not entirely true. I know yelling solves nothing. Nothing. Being mean makes things even worse. I know that. But I still do it. Even though I know better.
I'm guessing it's lack of practice. Nobody I've ever been close to has ever known how to talk about problems... it's always yelling and fighting or (worse), ignoring it. I hate that. That was my mom's other tactic. Nothing's wrong. It's all fine. If you pressed her for a discussion, she'd yell at you.
I do that, too.
I don't want to.
Have patience with me... I'm working on it. But, to get anywhere, we're going to have to talk about things. Calmly. Rationally. We can't yell at each other, but we can't ignore it, either.
The worst thing? Every single time it's happened - with anybody - the "problem" has been so insignificant... nothing discussion couldn't fix.
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Man I got a lot of catching up to do. I'm working on it.
sorry to hear you're struggling with this. I totally understand how easy it is to fall back on something that in the end solves nothing. But it can be overcome. Just stick with communication, keep trying it and don't let any setbacks convince you to give up.
You can do it darling, you're so very strong
I am bummed I didn't see you last weekend, but I'm sure you had other things and it is a looonng trip. I hope to see you around.
If you're not doing anything this weekend, call me. This is my last weekend of freedom before the internship. I'd call you but it seems too short notice. Sigh. I should have been planning ahead.
Much love and big big hugs!