Most of the time, my meltdowns are verbal in nature, involve screaming or, in exceptional cases, hitting objects. These days I try very hard not to be physically expressive because I don’t want to hurt anyone. However, in the past, I can recall a few instances where my frustration over not being understood resulted in actually hurting someone. Today’s tale involves how violence came about because I was being deprived of something near and dear to me, sleep.