Growing up violence is one of the first things I remember. My mother divorced my father when I was 4 for abuse, but really she was equally abusive, women just know how to not get in trouble. As a child my mother turned into an out of control alcoholic and was very abusive towards my 3 sisters and I. Verbally and physically, it was always chaos. As a teenager I got into many altercations, some for good reasons and others for no reason. I was not always the aggressor but I did not help the situation, as I had anger issues. Now I am mostly better, anger wise at least. I still will fight if it is necessary, and have pain tolerance like a motherfucker after fighting my entire life, and I feel as if violence and the discussion of it should be allowed at times when the violence may be necessary. This is currently not the case, and I am unsure why.
Grew up in an old fashioned italian family( few percent irish). Only started a fight one time while under the influence of some umentionables that made me feel like a tank. Other than that I've been taught to fight for my personal saftey and the personal safety of my brothers and very close friends. If I failed to do so I could expect twice the beating at home. Needless to say in some situations violence is the only answer.