Like many people, especially autistic people, I suffered a lot from bullying at school. But something changed things in my story. My father was a police officer, and when I was 8 and he was 28, he taught me how to fight and defend myself. I went to his job and learned many things in my childhood, from fingerprinting, training dogs, shooting firearms and martial arts. I admired my father.
When I was 9, I had a bully at school who would steal my lunch. My dad told me to use what he'd taught me. The next time the boy tried to steal my lunch, I smashed his head in with a stick. From that day on, no one bothered me again. I went through several different schools because my family moved constantly.
The scene was repeated in every school, every neighborhood, and every place where someone tried to harass or attack me.
To my high intelligence, since childhood, I added a great capacity to unleash a hell of violence whenever I felt attacked.
Over time, I followed in my father's footsteps and became a soldier, police officer, forensic scientist, and criminal intelligence officer. Each of those things added combat and aggression capacity to my skills.
Until there came a time when I no longer needed it.
Nowadays, when someone ignites the fuse of violence by trying to intimidate me, a long silence is enough to calm the beast inside me.
I have fought and worked for many years of my life to tame the tiger, and I have not needed to fight for almost 17 years.
However, violence is a natural part of life, and it is not healthy to mutilate character by removing that power.
The tiger is still alive, but under control. But when necessary, I let him go and do what he does best.