About four years ago.

Closed mental health ward in Europe, won’t elaborate on that any more than in this post. My focus was absolutely not on the place I was in or the people around me. Not that I didn’t notice everything that happened around me, but it was simply not as important as other things at the time.

So I shared a room with at least two other people. One chill older guy who’s almost always quiet, and this aggressive gangster kid with face tattoos, who’s smoking in the room. So I tell him even if it was allowed to smoke in the room, to just stop. He’s not alone here, etc.
The second time he did it, I called a nurse on him.
People hated the kid’s guts. Disrespectful all around. And it doesn’t help that the reason he was there clearly was related to his violent outbursts.

The M.O. to being in the closed ward is being either a danger to yourself, or others, or both.

At some point he brought a ‘friend’ over as a visitor. They aren’t allowed to stay the night usually, but the nurses weren’t too pedantic about all kinds of rules (which I think generally made a difference to the better), how good could they be anyway for a closed ward of a public mental health hospital? Apparently from the day she arrived for at least one night, I went through those 48 hours+ without sleep periods. Because when I went back to my room to sleep at some point, I saw they had put the beds together to sleep and fuck on them more comfortably. Well, somebody shat next to my bed before, so this really wasn’t anything for that place. They woke when I entered, she moved over, he told me to piss off. I told him it’s my bed, that I’m going to sleep, and that he should be grateful that they had the extra space. Then I went to sleep.

Maybe the next day, maybe a couple of days later, he saw me in common area alone, starts talking some shit and grabbing my throat. I look at him calmly and give him the same matter-of-fact short replies. And after a short while he begrudgingly lets go and pisses off. I definitely felt fear internally, but not too heavy and even that fear I didn’t care much about. He also seemed to have forgotten that I sleep next to him in the same room. So, yeah super tough.

He also sincerely apologized a few days later without my doing anything.

Eventually, he ended up getting dragged across the kitchen floor, with even the older ladies cheering the spectacle on “yeah, show that little devil!”

A few months ago a patient was mad I wasn’t stopping the ghosts from raping his butt all night every night (I’m not even slightly kidding), so he snatched me up bodily and shook me around a little. I got loose pretty quick and my coworkers showed up and he got a looooot of drugs. Went to the urgent care for some muscle relaxers to keep my back from seizing up from it (not the first time this has happened, and won’t be the last), took a nap, went back to work next Monday.

Employee health thinks it’s bizarre how touchy I am about my back while not giving a fuck emotionally but like. The difference between this and my childhood is that my mom can’t stop me from going to the doctor to keep CPS off our backs (it was my sister doing the hitting, my mother was just a rug sweeper).

He actually apologized when I came back to work. He had been too paranoid to take the meds initially (and we didn’t force any until he got aggressive) but once he was lucid he regretted it. Honestly even when he was psychotic he was still a sweet dude he was just terrified of the ghosts that were raping his butt all night. Thankfully, hallucinations are like THE symptom of psychosis that all three generations of antipsychotic work well on so a lil haldol easily told those ghosts to go on somewhere.

Just a few mild ones. Never swung on anyone but some altercations.

In highschool I was ready to throw down with a guy in a fancy car who couldn’t find a parking space so he just parked in the middle of a one way parking lot to run into the bank. I yelled at him out my window and he came over to get in my face but when I got out I was like 8 inches taller. We yelled at each other face to face then went on our ways.

In my mid 20s at a Jesus and Mary Chain reunion show a drunk guy in front of me was double fisting some beers and started spinning around with his arms up splashing everyone. We made eye contact while he was spinning and I flicked him off. He took offense to that and dropped a beer and started pushing me. I was going backwards and reached out and my hand kinda grabbed his throat. His eyes went wide and I’m sure mine did too but before anything more happened some other people were pissed at him too and shoved him. He went flying through the crowd and we didn’t see him again in our section.

Later that same show a mosh pit broke out and I was on the edge of it. No one seemed pleased this was happening and i had shoved the dudes back in pretty agressively to get them away from me causing at least one of the thrashers to end up on the floor. The dudes in it were swinging extra hard forsomee reason and ended up hitting a chick on the edge of the pit in the face and I think breaking her nose. She was covered in blood at least. That was the last straw and the crowd descended on them. Security came in and broke it up.

I don’t know what was up with that crowd. I expected a bunch of chill aging hipsters (and it was mostly that) but it seems quite a few people came in with different mind sets. I’ve been to legit hardcore and punk shows with a more polite crowd and where the thrashers weren’t looking to hurt anyone.

Came close one time.

My mates and I were having an “end of course” party in a local pub. Now the city I was in at the time had two primary groups of folks that frequented pubs: university students and the Navy. My group was the latter.

Anyway, one of the former group decided to get into a shoving match with one of our group. Our entire table (about fifteen of us) all got up to throw down and the little shite quickly fucked off.

In school as a teenager, about 20 years ago I think. I punched a bully twice my size straight in his face (not very hard since I’m weak, but he got pretty surprised). All the others knew not to fuck with me already because I’m autistic and lack some emotional stuff which can make me seem pretty unhinged, but he was the “ring leader” and got emboldened because I was also an outsider weirdo and that made me an easy target. I didn’t get in any trouble because what would they even have told? lmao

Probably middle school. Not really an altercation, just the last time I can remember being violent. My school bully baited me with insults and the teacher ignored it. I snapped, picked up a student desk and hurled it across the room at him. Missed, but it scared him enough to shake him. I got a talking to by the school principal, but that bully never bothered me again.

I got attacked by a mentally ill guy having some sort of freak-out: He came up, told me he was stressed out, then started punching me in the arm. I backed up just out of punching distance but still in kicking distance, squared off, and warned him to leave. Someone who was with him kinda dragged him off before he could close the gap again so things didn’t escalate past that, but my plan was to teep him in the guts/chest as hard as I could if he came at me again.

Nearly 20 years ago, first year of uni, living on my own in a big city.

I was riding a metro back home, messaging my then gf, when some dude grabbed and pocketed my phone. He had a friend with him. I asked him politely to give it back to me, he told me to go fuck my mum, so I started swinging.

I landed a few punches to each one before they started kicking me into a corner. They stopped and jumped out the metro at the next station and I did not dare give chase.

There were a few people in the metro who had seen everything, and no one had come to my help. In the heat of the moment, I may or may not have shouted a bunch of abuse at them which was very stupid and I regret.

Only once in my life. A bully (like Eric Cartman but taller) tried to show his strength to the school during recess and I was the designated victim: shy introvert and visually weak.

Everyone is surrounding us like a WWE cage match, watching because for some reason violence attracts idiots.

The fight starts with him kicking me as hard as he can in the thigh. There is one small problem though: my whole legs are hard as fuck maybe due to my good genetics. I don’t feel anything and I don’t move. The guy stops fighting as soon as he started.

I get approached by weirdos on the subway/street and I have to shove them off. That happens 1-2 times a year. It never really escalates beyond a ‘get out of my face’ and a push.

A legit fistfight? Not since middle school. Had quite a few when I was 10-13.

Been physically hit or threatened with a weapon? Happened multiple times when I was dating, but I stopped doing that about 5 years ago. Almost always during a breakup or immediately before a breakup. I don’t tolerate violent women in my life. I can’t really tell people this though, because people immediately assume a woman threatening to stab you for breaking up with her means you are the bad guy. Sexism is wild.

High School, Self Defence, got arrested. School administration sided against me and call the cops. I was 17. School district then tried to expel me, but failed. Charges eventually got dropped. I ended up just hating school and authority¹, I just took the GED, I got high scores on it without studying (I mean it aint hard, just basically highschool speedrun via a test that takes like a few hours in total time, I know the stuff already). USA btw.

(¹I mean, who doesn’t hate authority, that’s like American tradition, lol)

I have to thank my mother for becoming a citizen and therefore I automatically derived citizenship (under the Child Citizenship Act), so I already had citizenship several years prior to this incident. I can’t imagine the alternate-timeline of the possibility of being deported for a stupid school fight (I mean it’s a hypothetical worst-case scenario, not sure if that would actually happen in practice for something that small, but then-again this was during trump term 1 so… 🤷‍♂️ anything could happen).

My Mandarin skills are like… 2nd grade level last time I’ve been in school in China, if I got deported, not sure I’d survive in that society, especially in this scenario, I’d be separated from my family that are probably gonna stay in the US and I probably get left behind.

Hypothetical alternate timelines always hurts my brain just thinking about them…

I think I had a few fights in like elementary school, I was always the one getting bullied for some reason… always on the defence, I never even provoked a fight. What the fuck is this life.

Somewhere over fourty years ago, i was fed up being bullied by a rich asshole in school again and again and again. So I hit him, just once, decking him and making him lose a number of front teeth.

At least he learned that lesson. He never bothered him again.

It happened when I was in kindergarten. I was sitting next to a friend on the bus and she got into an argument over something with the two boys across the aisle. Being that we were all 5 year olds, this quickly devolved into name calling. I particularly got into it with one of the boys and he threatened to punch me if things kept going. I though he was bluffing and we all continued with the verbal slap fight until the bus arrived at the school. At that point we got off and lined up to enter the building. Everything seemed to be over at that point. It was not. He delivered on his threat.

He was immediately taken to the principal and I was sent to the nurse. The next day all four of us had to apologize.

Not sure if the time I was held at gunpoint by Chinese soldiers counts as a “physical altercation”, so I’ll say it was the time a “friend” decided his drug problems were all my fault and he headbutted me out of nowhere.

held my smaller dog in defense of my older dogs food he’s a rowdy fella