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I don't understand the violence, but the disconnected rage and anger, yeah.
And the terror of losing one's grounding and hurting other people or one's self emotionally or physically... anyone who has experienced that and come back to rationality knows it leaves scars that don't go away.
Like you, Droopy, I've attempted to work it out by writing.
I have this overwhelming sense that in my own life I've been very fortunate. Even at my very worst, when I'm utterly incapable of being social, not feeling human, feeling overwhelmingly irritated with all of human society, and being downright mean and nasty to the people who love me, I've always had soft sorts of crash landings. There was always somebody who cared enough about me to foam the runway, talk me down, and get me back to a place where I could function. In most cases the damage could be repaired, the bridges rebuilt.
If I hadn't been that fortunate, I can easily picture myself as a crazy hermit living in the desert somewhere.
It's a constant worry of mine that I could slip back into a place like that and not recognize it. The very worst thing about myself is my ability to pretend to be human even when I'm not feeling human at all. Even when I'm totally out there, a solitary wild thing without any social connections at all, regarding every word that goes through my mind as an unwelcome intruder, I can wear a mask of humanity and pass in most situations.
What makes me different than Cho, I suppose, is that I've never felt trapped in an impossible situation. Even when I was a little kid I was always always making sure I had some means of escape, even if that escape was only in my head. There's always a safe place where nobody can go, even when I'm hurting.
Everybody needs a safe place, preferably in reality and provided with genuine and heartfelt intent by the community, but even something imaginary within a person might do for some people. I think at some point in our childhoods it is extrememly important that we are accepted for who we are so we can construct those places of retreat within our heads.
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