I think I had been badly behaved, aged 11 to 13, somewhere in that...i may have shouted in public at my parents or something horrible. i dont remember the specific reason but i remember driving home with my parents furious with me. when we got home (it was a reasonably long journey, at least over 45 mins), they went up to my room, which i had ran to, to hide, burst in and completely trashed it.
tipped over chests of drawers and the wardrobe, threw clothes everywhere, ripped some of them, smashed up a ornaments and things like an alarm clock and photo frames, glass was on the floor, the bed turned upside down, stuff from drawers like school work thrown onto the mounds. they took drawers from the hinges of the bedside cabinets and emptied everything out and threw them across the room. i was scared. i think i tidied what i could and then a few days later they were angry about the mess so they moved the furniture back.
as ive got older i am thinking about things like this more and more. is this self indulgence and self pity, or am i right to think this was unusual and wrong? like i say i dont remember the reasons why there was a big argument that day when we were out, but let's assume i had behaved awfully. my parents have always said i was a nightmare to bring up and i almost ruined their marriage. when i think back to days like my bedroom being destroyed, it fills me with waves of panic.