Did anyone do anything particularly violent as a child?

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have been violent as both adult and more so teenager and child,but meds helped with the violence against others at least and some against self.
was nearly always violent as a result of meltdowns and not being able to talk,the other times were things like when people [relatives especially] tried to hug am even when they know am do not like it,and it made am punch and kick out to try and get away [fight or flight response],am regulary took doors off hinges and took out walls because a meltdown happened next to them at the time.
people in school used to set off the meltdowns as they thought it was funny,but recieved payback in the form of being attacked if they were near am at the time,it got am suspensions and formal complaints off the parents [whom seem to have forgotten it was their child who caused it in the first place] and the others always got away with it which seems to be the usual way for those who are bullied.

As a teenager, I was very violent towards my younger brother, for instance, one day while doing my French homework, my brother (who was four at the time) decided to pick up a pen and draw all over the work I had done in pencil, so I grabbed the pencil and stuck it up his nose and just sat there watching as blood went everywhere. Needless to say, I was grounded for a long time, but it took me even longer (years) to understand that what I had done was wrong.

Oddly enough, my brother and I get on very well.

I'd rather forget the things that I've done.

When I was 7 years old I got invited to my neghboors 7 year b-day party and while their right in front of the neghboorhood kids and their parents, as well as his family we got into a fight (well... I did the fighting) we were fighting of, above all else, who was going to marry the girl who lived across the street from us. I pushed him several times on the ground and made him cry.

I feel just awful about it, even thinking about it brings back alot of emotion, and i feel very sad and ashaimed, I feel I was a very bad child then... I wish even 18 years later I could somehow say im sorry and make it right.

i havent done nearly anythink(exsept wew figths) but i was guide calm only think i usually did was that i tryet to break stuff when i was upset or mad and if any one tryet to restain me i used my nails on em

The most violent thing I ever did was throw a brick at a kid named George because he wouldn't let me in his swimming pool. It was a little backyard kiddie pool and it was extremely hot out. I was only 5 years old, same age as George, and I had a bad case of poison ivy. So now that I'm an adult (almost and adult at age 65) I can certainly understand why he didn't want me in his pool. Actually, I'm sure it was his mom that banned me.

I was quite aggressive in skool da most violent ting i did is stranglin a teacher cos she used pick on me so i got really pissed of wid her.

I threw grandiose tantrums as a toddler, but i dont remember hitting or even fighting unless it was provoked. My sister could push my buttons, so she saw a lot of action. I have almost broken her nose, but i dont think that one counts, because it was almost a reflex. She popped me in the face with a towel, so my fist came up and clocked her in the mouth and nose. I do feel bad about it, but even she has told me that she probably deserved it.

It takes a LOT to get me violent. I always hold in my anger. But when I was 13, my little cousin was a total horrendous brat who just grated at my nerves like no other person ever has. One morning she woke me up by laughing as she punched me in the stomach. So, I sat up in bed, picked her up (while still in bed) and threw her across the room. She went airborne - smacked right into the wall and then ran out of the room crying.

She wasn't seriously hurt or anything, and I am glad. I am also glad that she never woke me up by punching me in the stomach ever again.

Generally I am a very passive person, so this one thing I did haunts me to this day. My brother was lying on the ground, so I trod on his stomach - stood on it. It must have been so painful. I was very young - five or something - and I think I just wanted to see what would happen.

I had to explain to my boss after going into meltdown at work today that the only things I destroy are things that belong to me - I do it to punish myself.

well i have thrown a rock on somebody's head when I was four, beat the crap out of six year old kid with a stick (i was 9). Its almost never unprovoked though. The six year old was hitting me with stick and told me to go home. I left just to have him throw a rock at me.
I got so pissed i went out of control. The kid had problems though, just like me, and he didn't really deserve it. But at that time i thought everyone was out to get me so...

I was never any good at being violent but I tried.

There was one occasion where I had been suckered into a heap of trouble by a boy and then dumped in a big heap of crap. I was fuming and had a garden fork in my hands had I got near him I have no doubt I wanted to draw his guts out his belly I was depressed and really did not care about the consequences, fortunately he ran away and the door of the room I was in was slammed shut after smahing the heck out of the door, I did my best to threaten the friend who came to calm me down but I am glad could not, it was a bad time

The funniest was I time myself and another boy had upset each other at the breakfast table He had a deserved reputation for using chairs, boxes, books or anything he could throw as a weapon this time he threw a porridge bowl at me and it smashed cutting my head so I picked up the remaining stack of porridge bowls to bounce them off his head. I missed and put them through a big window behind him
The pair of us had to carry the window frame which was heavy 6 miles to the glassier (A business that flourished being local to my school) and then back to be fitted back in the dinning room.

both incedents about age 14

I've never really done anything particularly violent. Whenever someone messes with me, I'm too scared that if I fight back I'll be overpowered and end up getting my arse kicked, then people really would have a good reason to mock me. I didn't want to hit someone and cause them to feel threatened to the point where they tried to cause me irrepairable damage, I can't judge how far someone is likely to go when met with force, if I thought I could knock someone out in one hit I probably would have done so, but I never had that much confidence in my strength. On the plus side, people had no beef with me because I kept to myself and so most would leave me alone, but I was an easy target for those who wanted to make themselves feel better by making someone else feel worse. I'm too much of a f**king wimp to fight anyone, but I sincerely wish a painful death upon all of those who ever messed with me.

I think I'm more likely to retaliate physically nowadays, though I've had no reason to do so in the past few years since I've spent all my time away from other people and I don't intend to change that anytime soon.

When I was about eight, and my brother about five, we used to have a tent up in the back garden to play in. My Mum and Dad had a new mattress for their bed, and put the old one in the tent for us to play on. My dad must have been walking past and heard some strange sounds (or lack of...), and looked into the tent to find me pushing my brother's face down into the mattress as hard as I could. I don't remeber wishing him any harm; it just seemed like a good idea at the time. Like the time I gave him a piggy-back ride to the deep end of the swimming pool on holiday, then dumped him off my back (he couldn't swim), and watched with interest as a lifeguard leapt in, dug him out and dragged him to the side.

I was never a violent girl, not before not now, maybe because the sex (female), i don't know ..

I think most of the time I'm actually very gentle. I have punched my older sister a few times when I was very young. I don't think we're violent but never being able to express our feels or communicate really stresses us out so when bullied it pushes us over the edge. We bottle it up and bottle it up until we can't hold it in any more then explode.