Did people let you get away with being angry in public?

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I would go as far as saying that I would never have had so much verbal abuse thrown at me if I didn't have such a bad temper. If I wasn't even angry at the mean words others said to me, would people really repeat them over and over again?

Like, ideally, I'd do pretty much everything I wanted, but reality doesn't want me to do that, and reality is letting the haters win. (You see, for years, people wanted to change everything about me, including both good and bad traits. I have black and white thinking, so it's either they were right about everything or I'm right about everything.)

I mean I got away with it in the sense that I was never punished. My parents are very modern parents who don’t believe in spanking, grounding your child, etc. I wasn’t diagnosed until I was almost 13, I would get angry in public a lot and even before my diagnosis my parents would handle the situation as calmly as they possibly could. Although I don’t do that nearly as much anymore, it does still happen. During sensory overloads or meltdowns. My anger is channeled differently now in a way that is much less disruptive but it happens. My dad will just let it happen. He knows that it is out of my control. He probably has autism too so that makes him very empathetic and understanding. My mom means well but she’s helpless in situations like these. She can’t understand. She will try to rationalize with me and calm me down but of course it just doesn’t work.

I mostly only had anger issues in public when around my parents. I respected or was rather afraid of authority too much to act up in public. I was bullied aLOT in elementary skewl & was in trouble a lot due to the bullies ganging up & lying. I had anger issues with my parents cuz I was burnt out from skewl & related stress & needed my off time to wind down. They were times I got fussed & punished & other times they kind of just let me calm down on my own.

Saaame dude. My mom was always like "You wouldnt act like this with your teacher!" Ive always had like maaaajor respect for my teachers and coaches and stuff.

I'm gonna put this here because using this topic makes for a good segue for what I'm about to say. Looking back, my anger at being bullied was because of me realizing that many facts I took for granted in childhood were not real. I was almost gonna say my anger wasn't actually about being told I was worthless, but to an extent, it was. But that was secondary. I had a high self-esteem before all my traumas happened, and for years before them, people did try to lower my self-esteem, but the most they could do was annoy me. Also, it was a breaking point when I heard two occupational therapists blabbering about whether I was an Aspie. Looking back, because I was still speaking a different language at the time, they probably assumed there was a language barrier when there wasn't. I thought to myself, "If trained professionals turned out to be right about me being a weirdo spastic, and it's not just silly teen gossip, what else are my classmates right about?" I spent my childhood having a Daria-esque attitude of not fitting in and not caring, but it turns out there were still reasons for me to care. Also, I believe that even if I weren't bullied, I'd still notice the things which I took for granted in childhood not being real, and that would still have traumatized me.

Anger is an emotion, not a catastrophe or even an event

There is nothing to "get away with"

What gets on my nerves, is how precious lil "people" sometimes purposely provoke me into anger

And then they say "you got mad"

Instead of " I disrespected you"

Riffraff are so inarticulate

Whatever they do not like, they label as "disrespect"

When someone says "what?" To me, instead of "excuse me", that is calloused curt and abrupt. "disrespect" is the wrong word, but precision of language is not necessary, because they don't use it either

Personally, I wonder about what kind of person I would possibly have turned into if I did not care about what others said. Would I even have found a reason to control my temper if I did not pretend to be anybody else or even more, flat out did not care about what others said? "I had to make them changes, I hoped you understood
You see for every bad, I did a ton of good
But you was underground, and I was mainstream"

Admittedly, I still think that on some level. But I only think like that because I lived in a thicker-than-average bubble. However, I don't blame anybody for that. (I mean, I could see how some people's actions led me to this, but I don't blame them in the sense that I don't hate them for sheltering me or anything.) After all, if you're gonna raise somebody in a posh manner in a poor country, of course you're gonna shelter them more than average.

BTW, I'm tempted to go ask that question again, but on Yahoo! Answers instead of Quora. I'm not gonna though, even though when I'm angry, because my thought process when I go ask edgy questions online is that I'm angry and am subconsciously looking for pearl-clutching answers, and I don't want the consequences of that.

I had regular public meltdowns from about age 8 to 14 or so. People mostly did put up with it. I had regular meltdowns at home till about 16. Even nowadays, I'll still occasionally have them. But shutdowns are a lot more common. From what I've been told by friends, apparently I did try to control it, at least a little bit. After a while, I learned to at least not have them in public, so I don't know if being smacked would've helped. I highly doubt it though.

Growing up if I ever got angry in public my dad would immediately take us home to beat the hell'n'Jesus out of me for it. But that sort of negative reinforcement never carried into adulthood like he intended. The meltdowns continued even to this day at 43 years of age. And as a result I've lost my job more than a dozen times due to acting out and getting fired.

Alas, when someone who suffers from Autism experiences a meltdown, NTs only see a misbehaving person acting like a child. They will never see past that unfortunately.

Ugh, there was this one story about some woman who beat up a little boy at Halloween and she was like, "I was just letting out some anger." I'm disturbed because it reminds me of something I could possibly have become if I didn't care about what other people said and I never learned to control my anger. Maybe caring about what others said has had its advantages. (That's why I posted that one passage from a Nicki Minaj song where she wonders if being fake has had its advantages.)

As you could see, I love to wonder how things could have went right. Would my life be better if I was a boring normie with nothing weird about me? OK, I wouldn't want that, I like feeling like a unique individual. Maybe adults should not have let me think I knew everything and that I could get away with having no social skills? Maybe I shouldn't have been bullied so everything would have went right? Well, the words said to me hurt only because they were uttered at a time when I realized so many things about my childhood weren't real and I would have realized that on my own anyway. That's what I'm crying about, not the fact that people were mean to me in the past, but the fact that so many things turned out to not be real. For one, that one time I overheard two occupational therapists saying I appeared to be an Aspie, that hurt because this was a time before mental health awareness was a thing. Even then, I had compassion towards people with special needs, but the idea that I could be one of them was ego-shattering. The moment that I didn't know everything and that I wasn't some superhuman incapable of being traumatized, that hurt too. No idea which exact incident that taught me those ideas, but I remember how it felt. They say that teenagers think they know everything, but that was more like me as a preteen and to be honest, I had outgrown that notion by the eve of my 14th birthday.

When I think back, that is one of the things that embarrassed me most about my younger self. Sometimes, the "bad me" comes back, and I hate myself for it.

I think the greatest punishment for my behavior in my younger days was seeing how limited I became as an adult. I became a person with a university degree, but no chance of getting a job. I felt like a loser in my mid-20s. I am genuinely surprised I got as far in life as I did, always being the "weird girl."

Now, my anxiety is at a peak. I worry about the people in my life. I have had some major improvements in my life over the past five years. I don't want to lose everything. I am generally happy, but I have had tension headaches, nausea and have felt increasing paranoid, especially when I'm driving. The traffic here is getting crazier.

I don't want something to happen that will make me lose everything. That would be a punishment greater than anything that anyone could say or do.