Makar wrote:
I do. I don't even know why, it's just what I get the urge to do in those situations.
When I was 11 I was sent to summer camp. When it ended and I was taken home I felt very strange, like I was in a dream. It felt like I had disconnected from my emotions in a way but I also felt very overwhelmed and distressed. I wandered outside onto the porch and started hitting my head as hard as I could on the side of the house. I guess it was so loud my parents could hear it and my dad came downstairs and dragged me inside and screamed at me. He was afraid maybe someone else in the neighborhood had noticed. It was like watching a movie of it happening to someone else.
Of course, no one ever considered the possibility that there was anything wrong with me other than bad behavior.
My parents were like this. Whenever I reached that point it was dismissed as tantrums or acting out.