Have you ever run away from home or been homeless?

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Me? Never been homeless really. Once I ran away from home and went back the next day. Nother time I moved my stuff out gradually into an empty storage locker I had found in an apartment building... I put my own lock on it and lived in there for 2 days until someoen told the landlors, I told him my parents kicked me out and that's why I was doing it, he told me I could keep my stuff in the locker and said there was an empty apartment with a mattress I could sleep in, and that if there was trouble with anyone to let him know... meanwhile, he and his really nice wife let me sleep in a spare bedroom in their apartment, they asked me if I ate, I chatted with the wife about cats and stuff, he gave me a number for a place that helps find people homes and jobs, they let me shower and offered me food, the wife got me a platic bag of Faa shower stuff when she went shopping... they were really friendly and nice... he said he didn't like seeing me sleeping in the locker. I ended up meeting my mother when I was heading to the employment center to ask for Welfare (before they gave me the number for those other people)... she convinced me to come home and visit, promised me she'd help find me a room or something and then convinced me to stay for awhile, said that she wasn't forcing me to do anything, that they would get a lock for my door or my father would make one, and that I could have privacy and s[pend as much time thunking or whatever... by the next day she was getting mad at me again... telling me that I should let her come in (I really didn't like people barging in on me without asking; it's shocking!), and she went thru my stuff despite her promises not to do it! They read stuff I wrote, he made fun of me behind my back... they were going to call the cops on me and my mother had called her coffee-shop friend and shouted and yelled at him, said he'd better find me, that she was frantic, that she couldn't put in a mising persons report because I was 19, aid that I was either with an ane murderer or a drug dealer. When I was gone my father said that maybe I just wanted some time away from all that, but he also said that he never brought me up to be like that! They found me selfish. I was their whole life, they were living thru me and I felt pressure to get something going just so I wouldn't be eating their food anymore. They were going to call the cops anyway. My mother said the cats were meowing distressfully when I was gone, and my father was very anxious and upset and it was really showing, and havign to go to work every day was really stressing him out even more, and blahblahblah. My mother put my favorite stuffed bear out on the balcony hoping I'd see it and take it as a sign that I was welcome home or that they missed me or something... my mother finally had to talk to someone, so she told my aunt, who she said was even more pessimistic than her, saying that I was with a pimp or something. My mtoher wa even going thru the garbage for clues!


I wasn't stupid. I had plans. I was going to get a rowboat and a shovel and cement and other stuff I needed, row to this island and dig/build a bunker in it. I would live there for as long as I needed to accumulate enough money for a laptop with permanent satellite internet and research all the important people in the world who spoke English, all the teachers/professors and doctors and lawyers and politicians and psychiatriss and psychologists and celebrities and corporations and everyone else important, and send my scientific theory to them begging them to use their power to spread it around the world! I thought it would make me rich and famous! I would be living in the bunker so I wouldn't have to worry about rent. I could use public bathrooms and shower in the rain sometimes, and use money from a door-to-door pledge-sheet scam for food, hygiene products, etc. I would dig by night and hide in the bunker doing research and sleeping all day! I would have to row back to shore sometimes... I'd do it at night, hang out in a coffee shop until it was light, then doing the stuff I needed to do onshore--- shopping, etc-- and then at night rowing back to the island... the boat, I would hide in the bunker with me of course, along with all my stuff. Needless to say, it never happened. Maybe that's a good thing... I don't think I'd be on this site if it had happened. But then I wouldn't have all these problems either!

I have had neither of those happen to me.

Tim

I made a half-hearted running away attempt when I was five. Really, it was more of a misunderstanding than anything else. I had been arguing with my mother (I don't recall why) and she became so exasperated that she told me, "If you think you'd be happier somewhere else, go live in the woods!" (We lived in a forest.) I was five, annoyed, and, of course, took it literally (I like trees, and trees don't argue), so I packed my backpack and was halfway out the front door when she stopped me. Needless to say, she wasn't happy then either, especially with my explanation ("But you said I could.").

Everyone knows my stories on this already. As far as running away, the only memorable time was when i walked two towns away with all my belongings in a sports bag. I was planning on going to a certain town where i could take a bus to Boston but i completely went the wrong direction and ended up in the wrong town

Quite a few times I been homeless for a day or so. I have strong memories of not being able to sleep in the cool weather . That gets old fast. Factor no food or cold clean water and that next day after a poor night sleep your ready to go back home.

Yeah I was homeless for a month in my early 20's. I lived with different friends on the couch and finally decided to go back home.

At the age of 17 I ran away from home by jumping out my bedroom window with a backpack of important stuff and without a licsence took my parents van and drove onto a trail in some woods, really I must have been pretty dumb back then cause the trail is used every day by 4 wheelers so I could easily get caught, it lasted all of an hour, then came home, deciding to accept my punishment rather then be arrested or robbed.

I never was punished for that...

I tried running away from home a few times but I only got as far as the forest which was behind my neighborhood so I didn't really run away from home. I always came back home within less than an hour after I take off because where would I go? I needed a roof over my head and home was where my clothes were and the food and all my stuff.

In Montana, I got as far as the canal which was up the road and my parents didn't care if I took off. They said "At least it calmed you down." That only happened once there I think after my passive meltdown or tantrum. After that, I was put on pills for my anxiety and it helped a lot. My mother sure learned after that to tell me things ahead of time about our upcoming tasks so I don't freak out.

I was homeless for about 18 months ... off and on. That is, for 18 months I went from warehouse attics to university steam tunnels to the occassional unlocked car or vacationer's basement.

There is a lot of living to do if you are willing and able to take advantage of others.

No, I've never ran away. I always know in the back of my head that an argument is just an argument, and it's not worth becoming homeless. Plus I get homesick extremely easily - it's the only thing that can make me cry.

I started to run away several times when I was a child. I even started packing my things and planning what I would do. That's when I would realize that I had nowhere to go where they wouldn't send me right back to my abusive parents. So I would start unpacking.

Oh, I do remember one time I wanted to run away from school when I was in grade 3!
I was really upset, and since my home was across the street, I decided I wanted to go home. I feel bad for the poor EA (I was pretty Autistic at the time, and needed one around me) who had to chase me around the playground.

I ran away when I was 15.
Some acquaintance girl let me live in her closet.
Seriously. She taught me how to shoplift, and snuck me food from her kitchen.
I did it around Christmas-time, for maximum effect.
I stayed there, for about a week, before my friend relayed messages that led me to believe I had the upper hand against my freakishly overprotective parents.

When I came home, things were okay for a couple of days, before they decided to take me to "runaway rehab" ("Charter" hospitals corporation) or whatever, to "Baker-act" me (a Florida 5150).
During the interview, the doctor said he didn't want to baker-act me, because I was basically a good kid and a good student, and didn't seem dangerous, and appeared fairly rational.

So I went home, and everything seemed to be normal, except that I agreed to outpatient psych care, and they prescribed tricyclic antidepressants, which were sort of okay, until I decided I didn't want them anymore, and.....wow.

Don't ever go cold turkey from tricyclic antidepressants.

I was stuck in group homes and hospitals for much time until age 21. I wish I had run away.

ive been homeless in california and arizona, if i am ever homeless again i'll never stay at a rescue mission. first im convinced all the pastors are secretly homosexual because when i was taking a shower the pastor keep starring at my butt and checking everyone out singing go tell it on the mountain or something. it was very awkward and i'll never do it again

yes, ~ 8 months of living out of a van.

rescue missions are a bunch of bull.

get treated like a sub-human by those who say theyre doing a work of G-d.