Between 1995 and 2002 my wife tried to kill me twice, on the second attempt I had to catch her arm as she swung a meat cleaver towards the top of my skull. I then had claims of attempted murderer, wife-beater, child abuser, paedophile and negligent father made against me.
By December 2007 I had attempted suicide once. Sometime around 2008 I developed a twitch and during a seven month period that year I had no human contact apart from walking past the odd person in the supermarket at 2am. If I had died in March 2008 my body would only have been discovered in October that year by the housing rental inspector. By February 2009 I had attempted suicide twice. I failed in both my attempts at suicide due to not having the courage to finish the act off. I began crossing the road without looking to see if there was traffic coming in the hopes I could commit suicide without having to do the hard work myself.
In 2011 I sold all my belongings and cycled to the highlands of Scotland in the hope I would be hit by a lorry but at least it would've been in a beautiful place.
In 2014, before I started university I had a total of around five minutes of conversation all year. During our four months off between Year 1 and Year 2 I had no conversations with anyone.
During the twenty years I have briefly gone over I have yelled at (to my memory) 6 people in work and other places and either lost my job or had my credibility seriously dented because of losing my temper. I cannot control this anxiety I feel and neither can the doctors, counsellors, psychologists, psychiatrists or cognitive behavioural therapists. I have never been violent (not even when the violence was aimed against me). It isn't in my nature, especially against women. I don't even get angry when people are being violent or aggressive towards me. I just get angry when people take away my control. I have two choices when it happens: fight or flight. On Friday I chose flight. I think it is the better option for me.
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