Morphia wrote:
However i have REALLY lost my temper a few times and that has been a bit of a disaster, because i see red and don't remember anything i do while i'm like that. Anyway, these very rare occasions do seem to really frighten people so i'm glad they don't happen to often.
Jeez.....I recall precisely THREE bof those "red mists" as i call them.
1)At school-I was 9 or 10 years old and a girl was bullying me. This girl had been for months and that day I just lost it. All I can recall is coming around straddling her back and thumping it, but the girl had bite marks, sratch and finger gouges too and was screaming her eyes out,. Two teachers hauled me off her and demanded to know what was going on.Her sister ,made some remark about the mites saying ""Better get you checked for rabies" and all I recall seeing was the sister's throat and my hands reaching for it, like tunnel vision. It took the same 2 teachers to hold me back.
The bully in question refused to go back to school for a week till I rang up and told her it wouldn't happen again.
Oddly enough

she stayed away from me for the most part after that.
2) At a different school when I was fourteen, three big boys bullied a small friend of mine. Again I don't recall most of it though I DO recall kicking the first in the nuts, holding the second one six inches off the ground against a wall (he was bigger than me, too!) and chasiung the other across the school sports firld till he got over a high chain-link fence. Trying to climb those terrifies me, the wobbling, so I didn't pursue. (It was witnessed, and back on the OTHER meanning of "meltdown", oddly enough it was not long after that I got nicknames "Chernobyl Features" by a friendly acquaintance as a result of my temper!) I also LOST that friend that day-she started calling ME names. Go fig.....
3) I was looking after a 3-year-old child when I was 17 years old, and another ex-classmate (read "class-bully) from the school I used to go to came over and tried to take over looking after her. Acutely aware that I was responsible for the child unless her mother said otherwise, I refused. This other girl went on and ion, calling me nbames and telling me to "F***ing well leave" and the use of this language in front of a three year old combined with an outraged "Who does she think she is to talk to me like I'm a piece of dog s***?" made me lose it, and the red mist came down. This girl had a gorgeous thick wavy head of red hair. By the time I came out of it, two-thirds of it was detatched from her head, more was grasped in both my hands and the girl, scalp bleeding, ran off screaming. I took the child back to her mum and then told my mum what had happened, just in time as the phone rang with the other girl's furious parent on the other end, threatening to have me in court for assault.
My mum's reply was "Your daughter has made my daughter's last four years at school a misery. My daughter told me what your daughter tried to do and she was correct-in law she is resp[onsible for that child. If my daughter had agreed, handed care of the child over to Melanie (the red-head's name) and that child had subsequently been hurt, my daughter would have been the one held responsible. When she refused, Melanie started swearing at her and called her names. Take her to court if you want, but you do and we'll just let them know that my daughter was provoked." She then put the phone down
We never heard from that family again.
I'm not proud of any of these events, but they happened, and sound a lot like what you describe, Morphia.
Julie