When my wife and I would get into arguments, and let my preface it by that I do NOT like to argue as I totaly suck at it, I would try to retreat to a safe room away from her, she would persue me to the room and keep pushing the issue, belittling me for "running away" or "hiding". If it was bed time, I would hide under the covers, she would rip them off the bed. She would keep pushing me till the argument would become physical with shoving and hitting (full blown meltdown on my part). At that time, I was undiagnosed, so even I didn't know what was happening. At that time as well, I had a lot of rage that I had pushed down deep inside me from my years in school being beat up on a daily basis, bullied and pestered constantly. Parents that didn't really show me that I was loved or that they cared two shits what happened to me. Thru a wonderful therapist, I have managed to cope with a lot of this deep seated resentment for others and processed some of it. But its still there, down deep. Without totaly changing the topic, I have always been a "Pearl Jam" fan, love Eddie Vedders music, but had never sat down and read the meaning behind the song Jeremy. That song has always been one I felt a connection to for some reason. Just didn't know why. Whiles its unknown what all mental issues the boy that inspired the song had and I wont guess at it. All I can say is I was there, all I needed was the gun and I would have commited suicide in front of a class in school to prove I wasn't weak, or a coward. But unlike the young man in the song, I managed(somehow) to fight off the feelings and I am still here today. Those feelings returned in full force during the dark days of my marriage, everything I escaped once out of school(the bullies)returned in my mind thru my wife. Had I not gotten the help I needed, I don't even what to think about what could have happened to me or both of us. After reading the back story to that song, I was suddenly very tired, and very upset how close I was to doing the same thing that young boy did. He was 15, and 2 years younger than me, so the age was very close and we both had the same school issues from what is written about his life. I just lacked the divorced parents and drug use. Fast forward to today. If my wife see's me starting to retreat or looking like I need to. She will break off the discussion and tell me to just go to bed, or go do something that I enjoy. No longer does she keep pushing issues when I am at my breaking point. She allows me my "alone time" to calm down. I have learned to better know when I am overwhelmed and need to be alone. Not that it works every time, I still have meltdowns, just not the massive and violent ones I used to. As to telling folks I am Aspie, I do not hide it from many. With myself going non verbal under high stress and shutting down, and my work enviroment(small engine tech at a huge farm dealership). They need to know to keep me safe, to know whats going on if I do not respond to them right away. And they do this with open arms. The owners are all about accepting everybody, and its my Aspie ablities that make me the small engine mechanic that I am. Mike