Did I strangle my brother?

We got in a fight, and I put him in a choke-hold for a few seconds. This was in late 2018. He was behaving erratically, and there was physical assault from both sides. From the end of the guitar competition forward, Stephen wasn't well. Jane noticed, but left when he began to act crazy. People left it to me, and it was a rough few weeks. Then he went out and slept in the Town Belt for a couple of days. He was stabler when he returned. - Yes, I broke the window: the point was that we couldn't afford it. The choking wasn't intended to kill him, but it was very unnerving. Those were two separate fights. What snapped us out of that? Realising that Astrid wasn't willing to pay a mortgage payment, and realising that we could claim under the FPA. That didn't work; Uncle Stephen came down to ensure that we didn't proceed. Anyway, recognising the problem fixed our dispute for a while. Then I got a job and he was alright for another few months until Dan went loco. We all knew him, but as a flattie he was crap. - It wasn't strangulation. He hasn't mentioned pressing charges. It's like the cops. I reacted from fear. We had it out later and I apologised. This was obviously what triggered him when we fought more recently after my uncle overreacted to the whakapapa clarifications. He had those trauma freezes, and that's why we called our debate in the park off. Sign of maturity. We knew it would hurt too much. The transphobic stuff didn't hurt, as I'm used to my brother weaponising whatever's around him when he's unwell. - My brother hated all the loser flatmates that we accumulated after Dad died. Glen was solid, Karl was alright, but the rest were all nuts. We desperately needed that room to pay the mortgage, so we ended up with people that had virtually nothing else available. - He was the one who had a problem with strangling people in intermediate school. I strangled his dog in high school. I regret it. Couldn't beat him, as he was in another weight class.