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ArticlePost -> RE: When Children Run Away (12/13/2010 5:54:53 PM)
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I remember vividly running away from home when I was a little kid. It all started before I started school and continued through high school.There were many life transitions that preceeded my desire to just run from the pain and find a solution. That is a very long story and not enough time right now. What I can say in retrospect is that I was feeling overwhelming emotional pain, sometimes fear of being hurt,and guilty for family circumstances. When events at home or school became unmanageable, I ran to the places that were safe. The first time was with my two siblings. There was a big fight going on downstairs and we were in an upstairs bedroom crying and feeling afraid. My older brother who was all of 5 or 6 years of age felt responsible to comfort me age 4 and my younger brother age 3. We climbed out of the window, hung on to a tree limb and dropped to the ground. My grandmother found us walking in the dark along a busy highway and took us home. My brother had convinced us to follow him with a story that he would take us to the state fair ground to ride the horses. We believed him. The next time I remember I ran alone, miles away from my home to the church near where my church music teacher lived. I thought she was the safest person in my life and so I needed to be near her. The first time I just hid out near the church and was eventually found and was taken home. My grandmother and older brother found me. Another time I ran to the church and was there most of the day and attended a funeral with my music teacher. Later in the day I was returned to my school and walked home with a friend.My family knew what happened and I was afraid to go home. Nothing happened to me, except at the table during dinner, my mother announced that I did not love her anymore. I remember feeling very embarassed.Running away never stopped for me because I needed to feel safe and cared for. I never felt that way. Later in my life I did find a few people who cared about me. Mrs. Rubel, Rev. Bechetel, Mr. Beason, Helen Schirmer. Without them I would not be here to write this. I will always be thankful for the care they gave me.Warm Regards:0)
Suzanne
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