We all get pissed at something regularly,
But what caused the most anger you’ve ever felt?
Tell me your stories.
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I was really angry when I thought my boss had installed a brain chip in my head.
I threathened her. Ended in hospital.
Anyway, this seems like a topic for @Joker
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Hmmm. Maybe the last “conversation” I had with my maternal grandfather, in Canada. Not wanting to get political, just simply stating what happened…
A certain someone won the election, in 2016. I was upset. Well, grandfather called to chat, and asked why I was upset. I explained…
And then he defended the soon to be president, saying “Oh, that’s just locker room talk. All men say stuff like that.” Uh, no, not true. Then he continued with, “He should put up that wall. Mexicans are ruining America. Muslims are dangerous, too.” Plus some other horrible things that he said. He was trashing on people who aren’t white, trashing on people from other countries, etc.
And then I lost my s***. I was yelling through the phone. I was blind to what a piece trash he is, before this happened. But then my eyes were opened. He’s a misogynistic, sexist, racist, xenophobic, piece of garbage. I haven’t talked to him since then. And I never will.
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I think a lot of people lost relationships with family and friends around that time.
Sorry that happened.
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I used to get really mad about being bullied
Ninth grade. Regional science contest I took part in, along with 2 or 3 classmates. Afterwards, dad comes pick us all up. He asks me what problems they’d given us to solve. I describe for him all the problems, except for the last one which I didn’t even had time to read. Dad goes in a frenzy and threatens to never let me participate in future competitions. My classmates don’t say a word, but they are visibly shocked by my dad’s sudden burst of anger.
Same evening, we get a phone call. It’s my science teacher, he informs me that I came out first. Dad wants to hug me, I protest. He insists. It’s just the two of us in the room. I let him do it…
It’s been more than 23 years and I’m still pissed. Why did dad bash me in front of my peers? Why did he want to hug me when nobody could see us? Was he ashamed of me, of himself? I’ll never know.
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My abusive ex from a few years ago could really push my buttons.
For example, he’d make a statement and get upset when I disputed it. If I pulled up any kind of information on my phone that disproved his statement, he’d refuse to look. I could wave the phone in his face, and he’d turn his head like a toddler refusing to eat.
He would also, for months, ignore his mother and his sisters even though he talked about how much he loved them. He would refuse to explain why he couldn’t just give them some sign of life and if I told him it was selfish, he’d have a complete meldown.
He did a lot of angering, hurtful things.
Nobody has made me scream, roar and throw things in frustration like he has.
I know now he pushed my buttons so he could feel better about being abusive, cause he could say I was just as bad.
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Why’s that?
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I’m thinking about your previous tagline.
And you do seem to go in blind rage about the mental health staff.
Well, it was actually @Charles_Foster I think who gave me that tagline!
They make it so easy by their behaviour
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In 1988 I checked myself into the hospital on a three day hold. After three days, I met with the head psychiatrist to discuss getting released. I thought I was getting out for sure right then but he told me I wasn’t ready and they were putting an additional 14 day hold on me. I was furious and got angry at him and he calmly told me that proved I wasn’t ready to leave. I went to my room and punched the wall, putting a dent in it. Immediately an orderly poked his head in and asked what the noise was. I told him I didn’t hear anything and he left. I was so pissed off.
I dont know but ive had explosive rage during mixed mood episodes.
And also when drinking too much alcohol.
Usually involved screaming at someone or breaking stuff.
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After dx’d I have got angry twice which came into action.
One I broke my phone, the other I shouted out loud.
First was silly, i posted my condition on fb and my dad said to unpost it.
Second was that actual reason existed, my dad disrespected me for the entire day , and i lost the cool. And shouted so loud that my dad cried. He said sorry later that day.
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My grandmother who lived with us, constantly made me angry. I thought it was irritability from my illness, but it wasn’t. My grandmother was constantly pushing my buttons and she knew how. These days I don’t get angry. I haven’t since I lost her months ago. I still miss her though.
Another thing that really gets my blood boiling is the way big pharmaceutical companies repeatedly block and sabotage attempts to create generics or otherwise lower the costs of lifesaving medicines like insulin and epipens.
Diabetics shouldn’t have to ration their insulin to be able to be afford the bare minimum needed for immediate survival.
Schizophrenics shouldn’t have to go off their meds or take really crappy ones with unbearable sideeffects because they can’t afford the ones they need.
People with severe allergies shouldn’t hope not to die when they get anafylaxis just because they don’t have 900$ to spend on an epipen!
Man I’m getting agitated
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When I was in college I was walking to the store to get some cigarettes and some high school boys drove by and threw a can at me. I gave them the finger and they stopped and jumped me. There were 4 of them. I had never been in a fight in my entire life but wrestled in high school. I was holding the big one down and some skinny kid kicked me in the mouth and made me bleed.
I could have kicked all their asses but I didn’t. They later went around telling everyone they beat me up. I should have fought back.
Later I would get in a lot of fights in college. Mostly bar room brawls. Wasn’t scared to fight anymore. Not that I recommend it but I think it’s acceptable to defend yourself.
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When i moved to be closer to a family with 4 kids to help the parents out and get close to the kids.
The parents had alot going on and i was in pshycosis.
She called me at 3 am wanting to come over she had been drinking and high i had been 5 days with out sleep.
she got mad hung up on me and wouldnt anser my call backs.
It was the next day though that pissed me off
i went to their house and she told me i was never allowed back and would never see the kids again.
she was drunk and tried to leave with the kids so i jumped in front of the car and she hit me
Then she started saying stuff about me and my great aunt who i was extremely close to and i just lost it
it goes on and on but ended up in the hospital the next day and never talked to her since nor seen the kids
when my father dragged his feet to put me through college after promising he would…I told him to ■■■■ off and put myself through college.
When I was attacked in the privacy and safety of my own house… knives went everywhere, because I value my safety. Still have voices around me which i believe are real, but they cannot be because they don’t have a mouth, but I dont know how they speak…
I shouted the entire neighbourhood, threw stones and rocks and threw things of my balcony. Was the worst episode. Don’t know exactly what because it was blindrage and a blackout psychosis. Still recovering from that anger… because it exhausted me.
My son’s Father when to a work bbq, he didn’t invite me. He was out really late. I knew the bbq had to be over so I figured he went to a bar after and was trashed. I was worried about him driving and possibly getting into an accident or getting in trouble so I went out to a few bars to see if I could see his truck. I didn’t find his truck at a bar, I found it parked next to the complex where we lived by the swimming pool. I was confused. I saw what looked like people in the hot tub on the other side of the pool in the dark so I quietly walked around to peek. I’ll be damned if it wasn’t him with 2 cute girls from his work still drinking. By this time it was almost 2 am. I yelled at him, which put an end to his party. They all climbed the fence (it’s locked at certain hours) and the girls left. He was so drunk, which means he drove that way. He could have gotten caught and gotten us evicted. He was with other girls, god knows where that could have gone. I was home worried about him and he was totally effing up.
We argued and fought, I hit him with my purse. The next day I called my brother and sister and with their help and a moving company I moved out to my sister’s house temporarily till I could get an apartment. I was so pissed That I ended a ten year relationship in one day. But a few months later I moved back in with him. I was pissed for like 5 months or something.
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