For one month when I was in third grade, I kept a vent journal in my closet. Whenever I felt a meltdown coming down at school or at home, I told myself I could let it all out on paper later. And for the month I had this journal, I had no major meltdowns. The journal was full of profanity and was completely unfiltered. My biggest mistake was thinking I had some privacy in my mother’s house.
My mother found my vent journal and started acting hysterically. There was no way I was going to explain to her what that was in her crazed state. She was screaming at me, slapping me in the face repeatedly. Then she told all of her friends she was worried I was turning into a psychotic person and that I would be a serial killer when I grew up, even though my vent journal had zero violent fantasies contained in it.
I gave up trying to control my meltdowns after that.
My mother found my vent journal and started acting hysterically. There was no way I was going to explain to her what that was in her crazed state. She was screaming at me, slapping me in the face repeatedly. Then she told all of her friends she was worried I was turning into a psychotic person and that I would be a serial killer when I grew up, even though my vent journal had zero violent fantasies contained in it.
I gave up trying to control my meltdowns after that.