My tantrums were never property destructive. I grew up poor and I would have been murdered for that. I rage plenty, but never outwardly toward objects.
My tantrums, instead, were and have continued to be personally destructive. I make people hate me, I ruin all the things that matter.
Yeah, if I’d have destroyed something in a tantrum, I just wouldn’t have had that thing anymore. It didn’t even matter if we could afford a replacement or not - I wouldn’t get anything my parents couldn’t trust me with.
This is privileged tantrum-having.
My tantrums were never property destructive. I grew up poor and I would have been murdered for that. I rage plenty, but never outwardly toward objects.
My tantrums, instead, were and have continued to be personally destructive. I make people hate me, I ruin all the things that matter.
Yeah, if I’d have destroyed something in a tantrum, I just wouldn’t have had that thing anymore. It didn’t even matter if we could afford a replacement or not - I wouldn’t get anything my parents couldn’t trust me with.