This has had FAR more traumatic impact on me than even events where I was forced to threaten someone with violence in response to an evolving situation.
This has to be poor wording, so I'd ask you to elaborate or rephrase.
Right now, this reads as if you're saying that other people threatening you has
more impact on you than you threatening other people has
impact on you. Which is a bit of a "no shit" statement as well as begging the question of whether or not you are considering the impact that your threats had on other people.
You don't get to hear about it.
Would you mind re-reading what I asked for? I didn't ask for details of the event, and your trite "you don't get to hear about it" has no bearing on what I asked.
Your statement, as written, says that it is
more traumatic for you to be harassed by someone, and that it is
less traumatic for you to physically threaten someone else.
As I said, you don't get the details. You can either accept that there might be a valid reason some people don't talk clearly about some events in their life, or you will reject that premise.
Use your intelligence and maybe figure it out if you are half as good as being empathetic as you claim.
Dude, you legitimately aren't reading. I am not asking you for any details of any sort at all.
Look at the words you wrote. Think about the meaning of the words - not the context that you have in your head behind them, but the actual phrase that you used.
You wrote, of being harassed:
This has had FAR more traumatic impact on me than even events where I was forced to threaten someone with violence in response to an evolving situation.
Let me translate that and see if you can follow:
Bob feels very traumatized by someone harassing him.
Bob feels less traumatized about threatening someone with physical violence.
The actual words that you wrote are saying that you prefer threatening other people with physical violence over being harassed - that it is
less traumatizing to you when you threaten someone else with violence, and it is
more traumatizing to you when people harass you.
Threatening someone with physical violence isn't traumatizing
to you, it's traumatizing
to them. The fact that you feel less traumatized when you're the person inflicting trauma on someone else is not surprising in its effect. But it's a very weird, uncaring, and self-focused thing to say.
OK, I must admit that I have only sporadically read bits and pieces of this thread. Please forgive any mixed context here but also please accept that not everyone on this board is going to share their traumas here, full stop, much less to satisfy someone else's need to understand why they feel the way they do.
Like many women, I have been sexually assaulted on different occasions by people I should have been able to trust. Actually, I am not sure why anyone would think that I or any other person should not be able to expect not to be sexually assaulted. We should all be able to walk around safe in this world. Full stop.
I am repeating what I am certain I have written more than once elsewhere on these forums: I was not raped because I fought back. Not because I am so awesome at self defense or martial arts but because I was incredibly lucky and because in every single case, I was much smaller than the individual who was attempting to harm me and also (believe it or not) of a quiet demeanor so my resistance and my actual willingness to inflict pain was completely unexpected. And no, for all of you in the cheap seats: I never aimed for a crotch. Surprise is a great advantage.
BUT: I also pre-emptively 'committed violence' albeit mild violence, once with an audience that was certain to wonder what the hell brought that on--and ask questions. THAT ultimately stopped the repeated assaults whenever he thought he could get away with it. Fear of discovery and the consequences of that discovery, which would have been violence at the hands of at least a couple of male authority figures. Which, actually I did not want. I only wanted him to stop and to never put his hands on me again. Stopping the filthy suggestions he would mutter was less an object and more a consequence.
Unfortunately for me, my original assailant was not the only person who sexually assaulted me or who threatened to do so. But fortunately for me, I had discovered the absolute power of fighting back when it was unexpected and also fear, especially fear of discovery.
A co-worker who was 2.5-3 times my size (I weighed less than 100 lbs at the time) suggested I needed to be 'nice' to him, with a look that suggested that nice might involve a back room. This is when
I straight out told him that if he laid a hand on me, I would castrate him. So, there I was, threatening violence against someone I perceived wanted to do me harm, based upon my own personal experience and some hard won judgment. A court of law or my boss could have perceived me as the aggressor. He had not yet touched me. Just a veiled threat and a leer. Given the size differential and the presence of dark, isolated spaces where he might catch or drag me, I was pro-actively violent. I think his behavior was far worse than mine. But he never laid a hand on me and never again made a single comment that might have included a threat or even a double entendre.
I never was much of a drinker and even more rarely did I drink to excess (which for me, still means more than 2 drinks over a couple of hours) but long ago, one night I sat in a friend's apartment and she thought it would be a good idea to make a pitcher of screwdrivers. We both weighed under 100 lbs. But we were alone in her apartment, didn't have to work the next day, and she was telling me about her boyfriend's pervy friend and his attempts at assaulting her. So, stressful for her. And.... one screwdriver was good and made it seem like another would be better and after that, why not finish the pitcher??? So we were fairly but very amicably plastered when her boyfriend came home--bringing said pervy friend. They were amused to see us drunk. But not so amused that my friend and her boyfriend did not retire to the bedroom to have a huge fight about why he thought he could bring pervy friend to their apartment and btw, why was he still friends with pervy friend???
Leaving me alone with pervy friend, who I knew slightly, who knew I had my own boyfriend, and who had zero--absolutely zero context for thinking that I might be receptive to his advances. Except, I was very drunk and therefore, an easy mark and consent was unlikely to be an issue--because no one would expect me to be able to back up my NO. And our friends, my potential defenders were having their own fight and were so unlikely to hear my protests. At the third NO--each accompanied by an increasingly forceful push away: I went ballastic on him. A lot of details are lost to time and alcohol but in the end, I was on top of him, whaling the tar out of him. I proactively kept whaling until help arrived. The actual assault had ceased but I was on top of him, continuing to pound the shit out of him when my own boyfriend pulled me off of him. And had to restrain me from continuing my own assault on him.
I am willing to bet that EmilyLake can well understand my actions and can understand exactly why I did what I did and probably does not think me out of line in any of those instances, although in one or two, the law might have felt differently.
I very much understand that people sometimes do things out of trauma or trauma based experience that those not sharing those traumas. I very much understand not wanting to share those traumas with strangers on a forum. Or anyone. It took me years and years and years and to this day, family does not know about the assaults that happened when I was a girl. He would never tell them and I have not and likely will not ever. But they know I dislike this person, very strongly. If they were perceptive enough, they would realize that I went out of my way to ensure that no other young female member of the family group/adjacent friends was ever left alone with him. Ever. But nope.
So, when someone states they have a significant trauma, please grant them the grace to accept that they were traumatized, even if you do not know the circumstances or the actual facts and even if you believe that you would not have felt the same events to be traumatic.
Boys and men can be subjected to terrible trauma. It is more common if one is not gender conforming or straight or frankly anyone who is not a straight white male but even those straight white males may experience terrible trauma. In fact, my first assailant (straight white male) had experienced terrible trauma and had witnessed his bio father commit terrible acts of violence against his mother and sister, which is part of the reason I was reluctant to out him initially. Later, it became something I feared revealing because I was terrified I would not be believed or would be blamed for. Which I would not have survived.
I've openly revealed these traumas to all of you readers because it's been many years and because frankly, if we bumped into one another on the street, we would never know it. You are all strangers. I don't give a shit about your judgment of me. At the same time, I love you all and wish nothing but peace and happiness, even if I argue vehemently with you about (insert issue or non-issue, tbh).
But no one has to do what I did. I realize my traumas are relatively minor as I managed to escape actual rape. And I'm old enough to not care much about anyone else's opinion or their attempts to use my traumas or weaknesses against me.
But I very well understand pre-emptively engaging in acts of violence when a threat is perceived and prevention is the best course of action. This is not sex or gender specific.
Don't we all owe each other the grace of believing their stated experiences?