Female Aspies were you violent as a child?

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No, I was much less violent than many other kids. I never thought about harming others. I wasn't even verbally violent. I only thought of self harm when something went wrong but I never hurt myself.

A few times I got violent when defending others. I never let people harm others. I always defended weaklings.

I was fine until I was about 12 and then suddenly I developed 'rage attacks'. Apparently these are a side-effect of having TS (although we didn't know what that was back then). There didn't seem to be an obvious trigger either for me or the onlookers. I could just suddenly lose control completely and I would be attacking anyone in my vicinity and destroying things. Thankfully as I have got older I am better able to control the attacks so that the violence is focussed inwards (still not great but better) plus the attacks are becoming quite rare. In my teens I would have at least seven in one week, now I have about one every few months.

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I have HFA, ADHD, OCD & Tourette syndrome. I love animals, especially my bunnies and hamster. I skate in a roller derby team (but I'll try not to bite )

Yes. I had a Jekyll and Hyde personality; at school I was perfectly behaved and very sensitive, but at home I was manic. Most of my childhood memories are kicking, screaming, swearing, slamming doors, being pinned by my upper arms. Sometimes the only way my parents could deal with it was to lock me out of the house.

I was to my cousin, who was the same age. We were very close, I think she had PDD-NOS, which wasn't enough for a diagnosis, but she still related to me a lot and we spent a lot of our childhood together. I loved her and she loved me, but sometimes we would argue, and I used to push her, kick her, throw things at her, shout angrily at her, and the list goes on. Although she did kick me and hit me when we were around 5-8, but when we got older I just used to lash out at her. We grew out of it when we hit our teens, but we still used to argue.

I wasn't violent. But, I remember a few incidents where I was pushed to the limit and ended up lashing out. I gave one girl a black eye, with a blow from my back hand. She had been my best friend and had tormented me for a few days, even encouraged a few younger kids to do the same. Finally, she got what was coming. Her mum had the cheek to come to our door to tell my mum. My mum was actually quite pleased with me.

i would see a red fog and sometimes not remember what i've done. but it didnt happen often at all. months could go without it. i pinched another girl till she had a nasty blue bruise and the other girls said i pinched her but i don't rmemeber
age twenty two, i tried slamming a heavy suitcase at a man's temple. i would've killed him. him and his friend, both twice my size, emerged frmo the alley and one of them touched me inappropriatly and the other laughed. it wasn't self defense, though, because they walked away and i went after them, tried to get the one that touched me in the head, but he ducked, and the other between the legs with that suitcase. he stepped back. i would've killed the one, though. he would've been dead, i think. real heavy suitcase.
i carried a knife because i lived in a dangerous neighborhood and came home late from my facory and fast food jobs. if i got circled by lunatics or gangsters, i'd put the knife on one guy's throat and threaten. they always backed off.
and then i got mad and decided the next gangster that hassles me at night will be stabbed to death without warnning. sure enough, no one picked on me, as if they read something in my eyes.
i'd never hurt an innocent person or animal. i saw a drunk walking too close to the road and told him to step back so he won't get hit by a car. i took sick feral cats to the vet with money i couldn't really afford.
and took kickboxing classes. having to stop hitting and kicked the punching bags when the instructor says so taugh me self control. haven't had a rage attack in over a decade!
never hurt someone i loved, anyway. part of the reason i lost it is because i often couldn't find the right words to explain what the other person did wrong, or defend myself. and because i was picked on so horribly. i couldn't control myself and losing control like that scared me very much. i'm glad i've got contorl over it.

I used to punch other kids at school when I was really frustrated with them. I remember getting sent to the principal's office because I'd whacked a boy over the head with a pretty big tree branch. (my sister said he'd been teasing her, and he was a lot bigger than me.) I was in the hospital when I was about five, and an aide picked me up to take me to 'play' with the other kids, and I bit and scratched and kicked her until she dropped me. When I was a waitress I punched a drunk customer in the throat after he grabbed me and kissed me. That was the last time I've ever hit anyone. I nearly lost my job, and my boss explained to me that I could have killed the man. I still hate strangers touching me.

Not really an Aspie, but autistic, and I definitely would hit and bite when I was mad. I couldn't use words, so I did the only thing I could do.

I mainly hurt myself. In privacy. Even in kindergarten I understood that that sort or thing was best done away from prying eyes. That said, in general, i was EXTREMELY passive. Every few years I would sort of snap and beat the piss out of someone that had been bullying me for too long. The first incident I don't remember. All I remember is her (a sixth grader at the time, though she should have been in 8th) shoving my face in the dirt...and then I am in the car and my mom is saying "are you ok? why would you do that? are you OK???" over and over and over. The story is that I broke her arm. I did not believe them until I got back from my suspension and saw her in a cast. I'd like to know why they had first graders and 6th graders together during P.E. class in the first place. But I still feel really bad knowing I broke her arm. Who knows if it healed up properly, you know? It may still cause her grief.

The next occasion was in 6th grade and was IMPLIED. A boy in my math class also got off at the same bus stop as I did. He started following me (his home was in the opposite direction) calling me names, and pushing me (not all that hard) and I picked a beer bottle off of the street, broke it against something, and told him to piss off or i'd cut his carotid. He laughed, called me a few more names, but ultimately left me alone. I carried the bottle home to put in the garbage rather than sticking it back on the street. Litter, you know. The next day he told the class what I'd done. He laughed the entire time and said , sarcastically, "I was soooooo scaaaaaared.". The entire class laughed. The teacher, who always gave me a hard time, sent me to the principal and got me suspended for the incident.

While I would say I am not a violent person....there have been occasions in which I have been violent, but only after years of internalizing. I was not reguarly a squeaky wheel. No grease was given.

I was actually nice and very patient. I hit someone in third grade, but that's the most violent thing I've ever done. I don't get mad very often and usually when I'm mad and honest about what angered me, people are surprised that I didn't get angry earlier.

When provoked I would attack.

I was too violent in kindergarden so I got chucked out and sent to a disciplinary one of some sort.

When I got to primary school I calmed down a bit, but got kicked out for attacking the teacher with a chair. Then I got sent to a school for gifted children (I have an officially tested IQ of 160) and I calmed down A LOT there.

Now I am only aggressive when I am relapsing as part of my psychosis. And I can get aggressive/a bit violent if someone touches me (like hitting my friend's arm if he makes any physical contact with me).

I was very not violent. I was given awards for being the most polite of the people in preschool and elementary school.

Only to myself and inanimate objects.

I used to get beaten up by my cousin quite a bit, so I couldn't inflict pain on someone else knowing what if felt like.