When i was very young me and my brother would fight mock battles. We got hit pretty bad sometimes. Fun as hell tho.
Mother had none of it. I was respectful enough to obey her and became as soiboi as i could.
It turned to bullying and my brother attemprting to start fights regardless and going badly.
Then, my mother knew she fucked up. She told me if anyone hurts me in any way i was permitted to hit once and hard.
I rarely did anyways because i have a high pain tolerance. Rare for me to have more than a little pain. So, i remained like that. Awful childhood.
To cope withthis shit i developed a strong character but friendly demeanor. I smile and laugh and everyone likes me. If anyone is disrespectful to me though i get mad but just go red and clench my fists. Rarely i push or slap the side of the head. Very rarely.
However, if a female friend is bothered i do turn a bit more aggresive. Mother was sort of feminist so she drilled respect women very hard.
I think that is all
