What is an R.A.D. Rage like?
(This is an extremely graphic post) Please read with caution
People have told me the people I hurt, the animals I killed and the general rampant destruction was a choice.
I can tell you right now, from a R.A.D. perspective, there is no choosing involved. When a rage begins, the loss
of control is a complex and the victim of a rage collapses into a darkness that I can only describe as one thing.
The abandonment of self.
The total lack of physical and mental control. It's a dark corner of your mind and your body that you literally have no
control over. The only thing that you feel in a rage is a searing, white hot anger that has come from no where but
you know it's been there the entire time, ready to bubble up again.
The only thing you want to do in an R.A.D. rage is kill and destroy. There is no choice, and nothing else matters. It's
a deep and very profound experience that grips your mind and your body and that very lack of control makes it almost
impossible to understand to the laymen or a parent who's house has just been burned down by an angry child.
The rages continued for me until something was dead, something was burned down or I was emotionally and or physically
exhausted. There was no stopping me and anyone that did try to stop me would end up dead or in the hospital at the very least.
Rages differ from anger fits in that you can control and regulate your responses to outside or internal stimuli. With rages you
cannot regulate that, and there is no magical switch. At least there wasn't one for me.
One particular incident that stands out with me, when I heard the neck snap of an animal that I threw against a wall,
the anger only got worse. Not because I just killed again, but because I couldn't control what was happening. I couldn't
stop my own hands from destroying whatever I saw.
In a rage, I could feel, I could understand and I could see what I was doing, but there was no way to regulate my actions.
The anger came over me like a tidal wave and I was drowning in anger. When I would have rages I would stop thinking,
my survival mechanics stopped.
The entire world stood still. It was only me and the anger, with no where to go. I was trapped in a hellish room and there
was no door. I simply had to ride through the anger.
For those that don't understand, let's put a perspective to the actual event.
We all watch movies. We go to the theatre. We see a scary movie. We can see whats happening, we can hear and
emotionalize, but we are out of control. We are along for the ride. That's exactly what a rage is like.
What is important (And I am not a professional) is finding the triggers that cause those rages. When I was a child, any
time I perceived a loss the rages would instantly begin. When my sister left for Greece, I killed her cat. When I lost a
girlfriend (Huge issue) I literally ripped my parents house apart from the ceilings to the carpet. Literally. Everything in
the house was destroyed. Glasses broken, shelves tipped over, animals dead something burning.
Once the anger passed, I was usually clutching a dead animal or watching something burn. As soon as the rage passed,
just like a tornado was in shock as I witnessed the destruction that I myself caused. This of course, only made it worse.
I remember being 12 years old and crying myself to sleep, shocked that another animal was dead. I knew in my rages
that animal was going to do but I didn't want to kill it. I wanted to die and I couldn't. I was in hell.
As much as i LOVED the violence, I detested it. I clung to it as a way to expression my emotion. Those of us that understand
the expression of violence and why it plays such a huge role in a rage. We are fascinated with gore, with death and blood.
It is no wonder that this fascination floods over when we rage. It's our best mechanic. It's a love/hate relationship. I can promise
all R.A.D. parents these rages aren't ABOUT YOU. It's simply survival mechanic that unfortunately results in terrible loss of life,
property and the abandonment of self.
I write this not to shock, and not to offend but educate. I am sharing this part of my life with the R.A.D. community so they may
have a better look inside a rage and how they came to be with me. Perhaps, if we look deeper into the triggers of rage and the
perceived/actualized loss model there will be less lives ruined by a R.A.D. rage.