Hey Tryingtolove
Do you guys ever have days where u just want to pack your shit and move far away from everyone? ...
I don't know if running away is helpful or not. After I got out of the USAF at 21 when I was around 22-23 I said I had enough of this shit - the game, the johns, my mother and college (I didn't want to become a doctor or a lawyer man) etc. From one day to the next I packed up my stuff and moved to a completely different County here in NY. Nobody knew me and I didn't know anyone, I had a new life. Nobody in my new life knew anything about where I came from or where I went to school or even the fact that I was in the USAF. Nothing, absolutely nothing did anyone know. I used to call my mother and my father would always take the calls in his house. He would tell me if she was up to talking to me because she usually wasn't feeling good. (I only called because of protocol and not having an argument the next week that I didn't call.) She never felt good. Talk to my father was like talking to a doorknob. Usually questions like "how's it going?" would get an answer "OK". So we always said hi bye.
I lived this way for about 40 years, got 6 kids and a bunch of grandchildren all of which have never been abused and all of them happy. My parents finally sold their house here in NY after I got married at 27and he retired and went to live permanently in their Florida condo where my mother spent the winter months from the time I was 13. I never went to Florida to visit them and I never knew any of my relatives simply because my parents never took me to any of them. My parents would come up for 2 weeks every year but left early because of nerve damage. First I got on her nerves then my kid and now my grandchildren. (I don't consider my kids or their kids as decentance of my parents. I guess like my kids my grand kids also get on their nerves. So they would leave after a week.
My parent's house was a museum with expensive shit all over the place. Engraved carpets around the dining room table. I wasn't allowed to walk into many of the rooms in their house except if I had to vacuum, dust or polish. I wasn't allowed to bring my friends into my house to play. Mine and my wife's house is kid proof, there is nothing to break. Toys are everywhere, kids are everywhere
So I have no family to talk to about my childhood either, and only have you guys to hear my venting or rants. We all can help in some way but you have to have a T and meds,
In January 2011 I accidently walked through the west village where I spent 7 years as a prostitute. Yeah, at 12 I started turning tricks and became a big drug addict by the time I was 14-1/2.
This is what I physically ran away from. Even my wife didn't know anything about me before my move to my new neighborhood. I finally told her my background in October 2011. I told her only that I was molested as a child and as the years past away she got to knows my whole story. Of course I never went into much of the gory happenings.
So I lived for about the past 40 years hiding my childhood. I had hoped to take all my shit to the grave but it was not to happen, The best you can do, unless you already have is get a T and a shrink to supply meds and start there and not run away whether physically or mentally. The combination of T and meds will stabilize you so you can straighten out your childhood puzzle and come to terms with it..
I do have to admit with all the help from my T, shrink, the guys here and my close friends here. I still have a problem with hoping not to wake up in the morning.
Take care of yourself
Peace, Rainbows, Love, Healing & Hope