Hiding under things.

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Around Christmas time, after an intense period of forced socialisation with my family, I got this urge to go and sit underneath the big table in the front room, under where the table cloth was, in the middle, surrounded by the chairs. I was thinking of this and then found myself recalling other toimes where I wanted to go under things.

For ecxample, until my oparents got undere-bed stprage, I used to go under my bed (although it was a VERY tight squeeze), when I was small, I'd hide from the other children in the bend of the long concrete tunnel we hads in our park, when I was six, I'd hide in the lower riught compartment of the sideboard where Mum stotres tablecloths and towels (the cat took the upper left compartment ) and when I was 9, I'd snuggle up on the lowest shelf of our airing/boiler cupboard behind the dishcloths and bath towels and hide there.

On all these occasions, the dark amd the closeness of my surroundings made me feel calm, and in t5he incident at Christmas I wanted that closeness and safeness again. Unfortunatel;y my parents thought that whenm I moved towards the table, I wanted to play the board game on it, and despite my protests, started the game up and made me get involved. ARGH!

So afterwards I hid in my combirobe, at the bottom. Peace at last!

Does anyone else (or did they but not now) do this? Can anyone here identify with this?

I hid in the bathroom cupboard under the sink, under the stairs, in yje wardrobe(my own and my mothers,) in the left bottom kitchen cupboard (the cat hid in the drawer above) in the side board cupboard, behind the sofa, under the dining room table with my brother and sister and in the airing cupboard once. Now I can only hide in the toilet or the bed.I sometimes go to a place and hope someone will come and find me. At school I hid behind a wall on the far side of the gym, in a little copse of trees behind the swimming pool, in a bush behind class i and 2, undera weeping willow tree, and in the cloakroom, but generally school was not very good for hiding. For the first two years when you were allowed to, I could hide in the librarywith a book.

I used to, but stopped as I grew up. I loved doing it in the past because it made me feel calm. I knew nobody was going to bother me when I was in such a place. I didn't have to worry about seeing things or about hearing things, or about smelling things or about touching things or about tasting things. It was a form of sensual calming. Harmony.

i totally used to do this...

- i used to hide in different parts of my room just before i knew one of my parents would come to tuck me in... they'd have to find me first.

-i would build obstacle courses in an entire room, using chairs, blankets, and basically any furniture to totally clutter up the room and make it inavigatible to anyone but me.... it was like a magical city i had unto myself... certain parts of it would be made like a comfy sitting place... had boobie-traps... and cubby holes for my treasures (this reminds me of other things i used to do.... if i had something really special, i used to go burry it outside and lay boobie traps around it)

- used to wedge myself behind couches and chairs just waiting for the opportunity to grab at (say) my brother's ankle as he walked by

-discovewred santa was fake by hiding in the living room all night on christmas eve... only to hear my family announce, "well, the kids are asleep; let's eat the cookies and break out the booze!"

-and i had kinda mentioned this one in another thread on surprises... but i lived with a bf for a while and we used to scare the crap out of each other... we'd hide and just pounce on each other.

I think i did when i was younger,but now i don't really do it anymore...i'm on the PC most of the time.

You STILL do it!! I can see you right NOW... You're hiding behind your computer's "firewall"! !

Anyways, same for me too...

Yes. I did.

I would make tents inside, and hideouts in closets and under rugs and stuff.

I used to hide in the closet alot when I was younger...now I live in a house with a creepy basement with a low ceiling that no one likes to venture into. My hiding place just expanded over the years.

I used to hide in small spaces and sometimes crawl up tight drain pipes when I was younger but not any more.

When I was little that consisted of %50 of my overall activity. I do it sometimes still. I was sick today and I slept in a funny spot.

I never hide unless someone is trying to kill me. Like that time my brother chased me with a knife, I hid in the toilet.

I hide in the bathroom but I guess a lot of teenagers do. I also hide in closets and under beds because they’re dark and quiet. If there is no closet or a bed I can crawl under I feel safe in a corner of a room facing the wall.

Last edited by AspieGurl on 02 Feb 2007, 5:20 pm, edited 1 time in total.

my son likes to hide, he hides behind the recliner, by the back door--where he is kind of behind the kitchen table, of course under the table (both kitchen and coffee table in living room), he hides in the space between his bed and the book shelf, in his bed under the covers, and in restaurants under the tables too.

Yes. There is a spot in my dorm building that is perfect for this... and it is quite amusing because, although I am in clear view to anyone who walks by, only one person has noticed me as of yet.

That reminds me of when my dad had a recliner. This was when I was about 8, (but the height of a five year old) and until I was 14, I was the height and bulid of a 6-7 year old. A few years after he got it, the fabric at the back developed a split, and it enabled me to crawl in and curl up under the cushion. I curled up with my back to the recliner mechanism to avoid risking my fingers or toes. I got away with it for a while until my dad sat down in it undexpectedly when I was in there and startled me, making me cry out. I was told to get out by my mother who was terrified I'd get hurt.

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I did when I was younger but I find myself wanting to leave the room after a period of time when toddlers and little kids want to involve me in their imaginative play.