When I found an intruder in the home about to hit my partner with a lamp stand I had no issue with taking action.
All he left behind was a stain from his bowel movement by the time I had finished with him.
You don't have time to consider the morality of it all.
I used to regularly want to hit my son when he was very naughty as a child but used to hyperventilate instead...he can still copy the face I used to make whilst doing it controlling myself... a grimace I guess you would call it
My second husband was in a rage, so I went to the kitchen opened the freezer door, so I did not have to look at him....and put something between us.
He grabbed the door off me, and I thought he was about to hit me with it.I slapped his face....But I came off worst ended up in hospital.
Yes I did slap my second husband he was out of control raging at I also came out the worst for wear, he was a very abusive narcissistic man and I did leave and divorce but I should have left many years earlier when I was not so broken.
Have definitely felt like hitting (not punching) someone on several occasions but would never actually do it - at least I don't think I would. Depends on the situation and how bad it is, I guess. In Jona's case I'm sure I would have struck out in defence!
Yes, many a time, but self-control took over, & I didn't!
But I accidently gave my husband a whack one time!
My brother-in-law had taught me a few 'self defence moves'.
So there I was, standing at the kitchen sink, peeling the spuds for dinner, looking out the window, & a million miles away, when hubby came quietly behind me & put his arms around my waist!
Well, I got SUCH a fright, I 'elbowed' him in the ribs with great force, turned rapidly around & kneed him U-know-where! He was on the floor very rapidly, in much pain, of course!
I've exceptional strength from shoulders to hands from huge variety of sports. Very fast reflexes, too. Told him NEVER to creep up on me like that again!
He never did!
I'm only amazed, & grateful he'd no broken ribs!
I have not hit someone. When I was a young woman I was standing in line at the Supermarket when a child purposely kicked me in the shins with hard shoes on. It really hurt. His mother was talking with someone In the queue, and looked up and smiled at me and said sorry, then resumed her conversation without saying anything to her son. I told him he had hurt me. He kicked me a second and a third time without her doing anything. I turned my back on the child and stepped back "accidentally " standing on his foot, I turned to him and said. Sorry- did that hurt you? While looking him hard in the eyes to get my unspoken message across.