He's always been violent - when very young it was overt biting, gouging, hitting - as he's got older it's done more subtly, but with that horrible smirk.
Yes, the smirk, and the satisfied look when he "won." It troubles me to no end, wondering if there was something I could have done to get him to see there are better ways of interacting. I just don't want to believe that there's nothing that can be done, or that for his type, that is the best way of interacting. I don't know if I should have said/should say anything to his parents. I hate that there isn't more social investment in guidance for children.
As for signs that trigger responses for me in adults, I feel a certain coldness from some men that puts me on guard, especially if they speak contemptuously or dismissively of others for no apparent reason. I was raised with three creepy, somewhat violent, pervy older brothers. When I got out of high school I spent years hitchhiking around as a vagrant, (sometimes doing jobs for a while). That has given me some perspective on this, to say the least- for example, one rule that I had was that a fellow who put me on edge took an unexpected turn, jump out while the car was turning. It's actually easier than you'd think, I thank my considerable luck that I never encountered a child lock in that situation.
While knowing that luck has as much as anything else to do with it, ironically enough, (or not) having hitchhiked alone in various countries, men having had goes at me, (hitchhiking or not) the only times I ended up getting raped were when I was with a (well-intentioned) guy and listened to him instead of my gut.
How to teach this to the young ones? TRUST YOUR GUT
So simple, so hard to get across...
After my family and school experiences, the creepy types I sometimes encountered didn't strike me as unusual. I was surprised after leaving home to discover that there are many women who didn't have the same kinds of experiences. (I still hitchhike now once and again, but no one has bothered me since I've been menopausal). Actually, it wasn't much different from being around men at work or whatever. Or walking down deserted streets. But since they didn't expect to meet me ever again, and having no shared acquaintances, a lot of them opened up to me. Most of the men I met that way were very decent, interesting, and sometimes amazing blokes. Some of them seemed glad to have someone to talk about their troubles to, or their interests. (I developed some bad ass listening skills, for which I was richly rewarded- if only I had a photographic memory!) But of course, some of them weren't afraid to show me their sleezy sides. As a hitchhiker, I noticed that my mood affected the type men who were more likely to stop, and, surprise, if I was down or weary, the creepy ones were more likely to. (It was a bit rare to get a lift from a woman, much less so now that I'm older).
Once I was walking with my backpack (it was more of a bundle, really) in,
maybe it was Bradford, somewhere around there, (early 80's, still in my teens I think) and a friendly ?Pakistani? guy started talking with me. He invited me to his nearby house for a smoke, where we chatted. He truly seemed like a genuinely nice guy. Then other guys started appearing. I can remember suddenly noticing how one was giving me "that look" and getting scared. I can't remember how many were in the room before I was estimating how difficult it would be to jump out through the nearby front room bay window glass. I excused myself and got out with no trouble. For decades I occasionally wondered what that was all about, until I found Mumsnet...