Comments on: Did you ever run away from home?

By: Barb

Barb — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 15:38:30 +0000

Annegb, I saw your remarks to me on the other thread. Thank you! It is interesting to me that the most effort that I made in running away was to maybe stuff a pillow with clothes but never actually leave the house. That was actually when I was young and I think home life was pretty idyllic then. When home life was tramautic, I used to dream of going to a safe house or someone from Church inviting me to live with them as they would be inspired. I met a lady who said that someone felt the Holy Spirit tell them that they needed her to move in with them for a time so I believed it could happen for me. But I hardly ever told a person about my problems. I did not confide in teachers or clergy until I briefly mentioned it when I was going on a misssion so I wouldn’t be home. At any rate, I count my blessings that I feel safe at home so much so that I took the steps to work from home. Of course, working from home saves me a lot from actually going to work. Annegb, I hope I have room to post my thanks for you acceptance. Most of my online friends I did not confide in regarding problems. I shared with you a few others who endured far more than I think I could endure. And you never minimized any of my problems whoever small my trials may have been to yours. I remember in College when I was about 19 that a professor said to write an 8 page paper. Although it was using resources, I remember thinking that I would not be able to fill that many pages. It amazes me somewhat how I used to rattle of emails to you in serial chains. I would number them and all. Thanks for not being overwhelmed. I appreciate the blogging community for letting me vent in days/years gone by. I really didnt think I was bottled up or repressed at that point. At any rate, I felt so much better after sharing with caring and kind people. Well, my email does not seem to work and my computer told me it has viruses still although it is rebuilt. Maybe I got new ones. But for today I am having fun online. Thanks so much for acceptence. I probably have higher self esteem than I come across and I credit that for people like you who treat me like I am more normal than I am. Thank you for believing in me!

By: annegb

annegb — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 14:52:34 +0000

What I think about leaving this home and neighborhood where I’ve lived for 30 years is “better the devil you know.”. But, oh a small new house in a quiet neighborhood with sidewalks sounds so appealing. One thing I loved when I was gone for 6 months was the anonymity.

By: marta

marta — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 03:06:58 +0000

On the back of my brother’s tricycle. I was 2, he was 3.

By: queuno

queuno — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 01:14:51 +0000

In 16, make that “My wife and kids”

By: queuno

queuno — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 01:13:28 +0000

I must admit, though, that there are days when I fantasize about running away from home, even as a late-30-something. I have a resignation letter for my job on my thumb drive (I pull it our and revise it often — the word “resignation” is such a blissful one, especially when coupled with the word “immediate”). My kids and kids are usually the reason I don’t leave. And the mortgage.

But at a larger macro level — I often wonder what will happen if we moved out of the ward (we’re about 2 years away from moving, and we’re probably going to stay within the ward, just to the other side of the big road in between us and the high school, but we could potentially move out of the ward and school district). I harbor fantasies sometimes of just leaving. Not saying goodbye to the ward, just arranging for our records to be requested by the new ward. Just ‘running away’ from the ward if you will.

But then I think of some of the people I’d miss. Being in the same house for over 10 years will do that to you.

By: queuno

queuno — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 22:41:43 +0000

I donâ€™t remember the catalyst that forced me to run away at the tender age of eleven but I do remember my goal; I was going to live without any help from my parents- EVER!

I made that determination at age 25. I’ve pretty much succeeded, except for a few instances.

By: Jota G

Jota G — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 14:27:34 +0000

Yes, Anne, I still have the letter. It’s pretty funny.

By: annegb

annegb — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 06:12:48 +0000

Jota, do you still have the letter? I’ve saved all kinds of stuff like that of my kids’–they’re treasures. Was it cool to read how your younger mind worked? I kept a daily diary for nine months in 1967 (after I was sent to live with an uncle for running away). I lost it, but I so wish I could read what my 15 year old self thought about life.

Adam, pretty sure my kids would come back for McDonald’s too :)

ESO, good on you. Really hard not to, huh? Not that I would know LOL.

daniel, your mother is a smart woman.

ed, that sounds to me like there’s a lot more to the story…sad when you have to escape your mom for real, huh?

John, count your many blessings….boy, you’ve been very lucky…sort of like Marjorie Hinckley’s kids…I’ve always thought, “Gee whiz, God, why couldn’t they have had one more kid? And why couldn’t it have been me?”

Ardis, that sounds like something Sarah would do. You are lucky to have had that mother to run to.

JA: you made me smile :)

Bruce, your story sounds more like mine. I felt very betrayed. But can you imagine a 14 year old girl in Haight-Ashbury in the late 60′s? That had to be a God thing. Because I wasn’t looking back, that’s for sure.

Paroled from Primary: food for thought. Me, too. Damn, I can’t run fast enough to get away from me. :)

I forgot to put that I ran away last year. LOL

stephen, you made me laugh. That was so mean. Did she beat you up? Smart kid, though.

I liked my sisters story about not having any water or fire. Macaroni and a pan. :)

By: Stephen M (Ethesis)

Stephen M (Ethesis) — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 04:17:49 +0000

I was in third grade or so. Ran out the door, stepped sideways, my mom ran out after me, I went back inside and went back to sleep while she looked for me.

By: Paroled from the Primary Presidency

Paroled from the Primary Presidency — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 02:25:49 +0000

I don’t remember the catalyst that forced me to run away at the tender age of eleven but I do remember my goal; I was going to live without any help from my parents- EVER! This mandate meant I couldn’t take anything with me that they had given me or helped me acquire. I only made it to the end of the street before I realized I would have to walk off completely naked to cerate such a divide between myself and the things my parents had done for me or given me. So I sulked under a large tree in the neighbor’s yard for an hour and went back home. I don’t think anyone even noticed that I’d “run away” to begin with.

As an adult I’ve tried to run away several times without any success. How do you run away from yourself?