Let me tell you all about a little story....a personal story about a recent anger situation. In my classes I teach my clients about a part of our brain called the reptilian brain. What's that? Well, it's the innermost part of our brain that houses all of the most reptile-like parts of us. Think alligators...they like to eat, reproduce, and defend their territory with aggression. We all have these impulses within us and the reptile in me came out recently!
So, there I was sitting in my home office, finishing up some work before closing up shop for the night. Click-ity-click-click-click. Suddenly, there was a large crash in the lower level of our back-split home. I was finishing up the last line of a time-sensitive e-mail, so initially I ignored the crash, thinking that my new puppy (a.k.a. the monster) had knocked something over. I figured I'd check it out in one minute once the shop was closed for the night, not wanting to lose my train of thought so close to the end.
I started to hear a strange snorting sound. This made me bolt out of my chair, thinking that the puppy had hurt himself, maybe something had fallen ON TOP of him!! Running faster (with the other puppy at my heals), I turned the bend in our hallway and noticed lots of stuff all over the bathroom floor...Strange! There isn't anything that the puppy can get into in the bathroom. I approached the door, running to the rescue of the monster, and stop DEAD in my tracks...but not for long!!
There, standing in the middle of my bathroom, was a HUGE (we're talking a small bear here people...or at least it felt like that to me) raccoon!!! That's right! A WILD RACCOON WAS IN MY HOME! Now, I handled this situation like any other reasonable person would....I ran screaming down the hall, yelling at my daughter to get in the room, and shaking from the adrenaline that was rushing through me!
Luckily, my daughter grabbed both of our puppies and locked herself in her room quickly, until I told her that it was ok to come out. After knowing that she was safe (ready to fight the bear-raccoon with my bare hands if it tried to attack my family), I ran downstairs and opened the front door and waited....
Mr. Coon took his sweet time to saunter down the stairs and out the front door, while I kindly held it open for him (hiding on the opposite side of course). It doesn't surprise me that he felt the home was his own, he was living in the attic for who knows how long!
So, we have a new roof now, and we are living happily, coon-free, ever after! I learnt that although I am able to manage my daily stresses and anger very well, I still have a ways to go with my defensive, reptilian anger!
I am the founder of The Anger Managers, a clinic that provides court-approved psycho-educational courses and workshops to individuals and corporations