My automatic defense to anything seems to be to pull my lips back, crouch, and scream/snarl like a fuckin' animal.
It's automatic. Same as if you touch me, I will immediately turn around and punch you. It's automatic, and I can do nothing about it.
You think I'd, y'know, feel bad ENOUGH about it without you telling me how "out of line" I am, getting up, and storming off.
I've freaking HAD IT. My parents should know me better than anyone, having dealt with this for my whole life, but yet it's just the same. They snap at me, tell me it's my fault for being provoked and having a response I can't control, and storm off. Way to take things waaa