I thought I explained it thoroughly.
I'll add to what I said above in post #169
A couple of reasons as to why.
1. I was young and drugs were readily available. Part of my abuse was being forced to distribute drugs. If I didn't bring home the "correct" amount of money that was expected a beating would occur. So I learned to hustle the hustlers and game the system to provide the required money needed, but also some profit to "buy" drugs from myself. I'll plead the 5th for further information on hustling.
2. When you live in a world of constant fear mental abuse is the norm, physical abuse for mistakes, and sexual abuse when its deemed necessary (not to be graphic, but my 5 year old booty was traded to a 40 year old man in exchange for drugs.) But also I was abused by a female "babysitter" who was in charge of me after school. She would perform fellatio on me, which I blocked out for years and didn't discover until therapy. But anyways, when this is your entire world and you know nothing else, rationality is not your go to mindset. You are in survival mode and one does what one must to survive by any means possible in this type of situation. I've been forced to break people or be broken myself. Do you know what that you can feel someone's bones break when you smash them with a baseball bat? Eventually you begin to crave that sickening thud and crunch. It still sends raises the hair on my arms in excitement to even think about it. That's the mindset you learn to live in to survive. Drugs was an easy "out".
Everybody deals with it different. Some people go on to recreate the abuse in others. Luckily I didn't fall into this category. And unless provoked I am quite nice and bit of a pushover.
but provoke me and I will unleash hell.
I've done tons of therapy and anger management. I use what I can to help me. But at the end of the day it's all about me controlling myself and keep my anger in check. Difficult path to walk because sometimes you truly are wronged and I either fly of the handle with too much, or i just pack it down and bottle it up. Neither are good for me. Must constantly manage, manage, manage.