Did you run away from home?

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As a teenager, did you run away from home? If so, what was the reason you ran away?

Yep. I ran to my grandparents' house because my stepfather was very angry and I was afraid he would accidentally kill me. He wouldn't have done so deliberately; but he did tend to be violent, and he wasn't generally in control. I stayed the night until he calmed down.

Kind of... I'd just been kicked out of home by my Dad at 16, and I ran away from the place I moved to, in some small rural town, and went up to London. I didn't last long though, and then I came back!

I just wanted everything to be different and new. I wanted to feel free. But it was a lot harder than imagined - I didn't really think of the consequences. When I look back on it now, I think it was probably a kind of manic period in my bi-polar, but I had no idea about that at the time.

I tried running away even before I was a 'teen, but I never got past a neighbour's house where someone who cared always noticed me and I never thought of going in the other direction ... and my signature explains the "Why?" ...

Yes, once. I had a fight with my brother, so I ran away. I packed my suitcase and walked in the general direction of my dad's house (which is 40 miles away). I got five miles away from home before the cops picked me up. In high heels.

I ran away as an adult...when I was 30...it was the cause of much grief....but I really felt the need to do something on my own...I lived in New Orleans for 6 months...they say that it is important not to regret the things you have done, but to regret the things you haven't done...So if I go by that saying...I guess my running away does not make me completely evil...and I thought my reasons were valid at the time.

I've never run away.

I guess it could be called running away. I did leave home at age sixteen. In 1959, I met my husband, fell in love, got pregnant and married at sixteen. We both were not happy with our home environments, not that we were abused or anything, we both had very good parents, but we yearned for freedom and independence and since we were very much in love, we wanted to be together all the time and knew we would be happier on our own, which we were. Our parents were not happy with our choices, but learned to accept, after a while, that we were fully capable of living independently and taking care of ourselves. We lived a block away from my parents in a nice house that we rented; my husband was very mature for his age - 18, and had been working full time for a printing company since he was 15. We had a very traditional and old fashioned marriage which suited us fine. I don't know how easy that kind of running away would be today. We are still together and in love.

I wanted to run away as a kid, fantasized, plotted...but never did. Even then I was aware that I didn't have enough Executive Function capacity to survive on my own, though I wouldn't have known to call it that at the time. Hell, I barely survived on my own when I grew up and moved out with a career. I still had to fall back on assistance from my folks repeatedly over the years because I couldn't keep all the balls in the air on my own.

But I crashed and burned several marriages for the same basic reasons. At the end of the day, I just don't play well with others. They make me crazy. I can only imagine how I affect them.

Actually, I probably don't have enough empathetic ToM to imagine anything they feel.

Hi Hartz. Happy New Year.

I used to run away a lot as a kid. My house was not a good place to be. There was a lot of chaos, drug use... it was pretty unstable. Every so often I would just get fed up and go. I ended up moving out for the last time when I was sixteen, so at least that craziness did not last too long.

Yes, it was very frightening but I finally did. Ended up in child protective custody which turned out to be as traumatic as what I had run away from, which is saying a lot.

I ran away ALOT because of Jackuass (ex step father)
to drive a point home to mum because her "wonderful man"
was abusing me and she would not listen.

Finally, I got out of there, not how I pland, but
I got out of there.

There is a long big version of this, but that
part is left out for now, unless I get alot
of requesests.

After I came back, yuk, I went to live with a girlfrend
until Jackuass left.

Finally he lieft and did not come back and then I
cood move back with mum. Then had to move
with dad anyway.

Lived by myself but under dads manidgemeint
for awile, then broke so many ruls that had big
fite with dad, my real dad, I never call any
step perrint mum or dad, so moved in with brother and
its been good ever since.

I don't hate dad, we don't just get on very well
when we around each other, dad isn't evil, he just
isn't wired to understand me, I think he has un-diagnosed
AS, and for al I know, I might be autistic, but I want
one more diagnosis to clear out all the mis-diagnoses
that I got before.

No, but I soooo wanted to. I didn't because I knew I didn't have the first clue how to consistently find food or shelter or avoid predators.

Once I ran away in the woods behind my house.. my plan was to survive on grass and fingernails.
I went home when my stuffed turtle got wet in the creek.

I was a hardcore kid, I know.