Did you run away from home?

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I ran away one when I was about 15. I thought that miniature brain surgeons were hiding in the TV and planning to give me a labotomy (seriously...). I walked some distance away from home in the middle of the night, in my pijamas and was eventually picked up by the police and taken for a psych evaluation.
I never did run away to be rebellious or to make a point to my mum. I knew I had no where to go. The above...I'm not even sure if it should be classed as running away or not.

Nope, never. One time I threatened and almost left the vehicle with my baby sister in it when my mother went to the grocery store unplanned and I got so upset over it. As close as it´s ever been. That was in elementary school I believe.

On looking at it now that would have been a bad idea-- not familiar with the town, would not have been able to safely cross streets.

I was threatened constantly with being thrown out and finally, (even though she recanted like always) I left at 19. You could call that running away or being thrown out, whatever you wish.

I never ran away from home. I have really good parents, that I love, very much.

I ran away several times before being kicked out at the age of 17... was pretty disfunctional growing up to say the least. I got married at 18, but that fell apart because my ex-husband was very abusive.
The way I see it is it's just life.

I tried to run away when I was younger, packed my stuff and ended up talking around in circles outside... But I ended up turning back.

Now I feel like doing it again with all the overwelming feelings I have and it's simply unfair having to be the only aspie in the family who feels unloved and nobody understands, there for I don't really see the point when I feel I cause too much trouble... I guess I have to quickly find my own place...?

Yes.

Many times.

Most of the time I'd be gone for 15 hrs or so.
My parents never noticed. I'd come home and they wouldn't have even noticed. Except once. When they changed the locks.
I slept in the park.

Yes, at just-turned-16. I was a miserable kid, depressed, acting out worse and worse, and instead of getting me to a shrink my parents kept trying to discipline me. (well, my stepfather, mostly, but my mom went along -- until I ran away, then she took over with a much healthier approach). Trouble is my mom & stepfather were not particularly disciplined people, so it was never a case of healthy structure and rules, it was all reactive. I was a big hot mess.

Yes, I ran away at 16, to escape from my abusive parents, and the other kids my age in our little town who had been beating me up at random since I was about 7, and then with renewed vigor since someone started a rumor that I was gay. Today, that wouldn't cause anyone to bat an eyelash, but in the early 1970s in the confines of a little Peyton Place hick town full of all caucasians, there were few crimes you could be guilty of that were worse. Even if you weren't guilty of it in the first place. I got the hell out of Dodge and never went back.

I spent 16 years homeless.

yes, all the time. but we lived in the middle of nowhere, there was nowhere to go. id just crouch ina field by a hedge (somehow it always seemed to be raining and winter when i ran) and shiver. then go home.
it was just meltdown, then run.

i remember doing it once as a kid, about 7 or 8, with no shoes, it was raining, and my woolen tights sodden, and the feet getting longer and longer and sloppling all round my ankles as i ran, and my dad running after me trying to catch me. the arguement had been about whether i could have my preferred drinking straw or not for my juice.
oh, the injustice!! !! (and utter madness).

Yes, at 15 ran away from home and ended up 2 states away. Came home after awhile then left again. Just had the feeling that there was something 'out there' I had to find. I don't think that anymore..everyplace is the same.

I often disappeared for days at a time. Mostly, no-one noticed I was gone.

Once my parent looked for me when I was 16 because I had been gone for days.
My family is quite autistic and people more or less did their own things and pursued their own lives with parents barely noticing or intervening. ( my parents divorced. My father was stricter, but not present or involved in a disciplinary sense, much at all, although he did help out when I ended up in a psychiatric unit in my early twenties.)

On the whole, there was no "family" in the usual sense of the word after I turned 9 ...no life skills taught, no nothing. My father left and things really went haywire...a mum with 8 kids on her own.......

FOr example , when my eldest sister was 16 she left home and moved to New Zealand. My parents never even enquired as to where she lived or with whom, and they never had any interest in her life or her difficulties. No one really noticed and no one really cared back then. She left. She could have been dead and no-one would have known, except every six months she would ring my mother (who I think is AS) and my mother would get flustered by the phonecall.

Today, my mum is a great woman. She just struggled with her AS traits and 8 kids.
I don't excuse her but I understand why she was the way she was. She and I have talked about this and it has been very positive to discuss it years later and with a mutual understanding of AS.

Before my time - I am reliably informed I ran away around when sister 2 was born, taking sister 1 with me - we were found when a neighbour a few blocks away called my mother to say we were sitting on the street corner, me removing my clothes.

Later - 2nd grade or so - something set me off, seriously planning a run. I packed treasures and was going to take my pingpong ball shooting gun for protection or hunting. But I think I got tired and went to sleep - never took off.

Since then, no - though I have often fantasized. Ah, for a new identity and a place to disappear to!

Naw I never ran away. Never had anywhere to go.

I would run off into the woods on our properity as young as three when I got ticked off with my parents or my older brothers. But I did it the most when by brother's bastard child came to live with us. She was like a constant shadow and would practicly follow me into the bathroom. Whenever I asked my parents to make her leave me alone they told me to go into my bedroom. Sometimes I wanted to go outside without my mosquito neice following me. I would dash off and hide in the bamboo until she cried and ran back to the house. My parents were so easy on her because they felt sorry for her because her mother was basicaly a prostitute. They had no idea how agravating it was to have a four year old breathing down my neck all the time. They only started to get on her about being a pest because I would take matters into my own hands and physicaly lash out at her. Another time she wanted to help me give the dog water. I didn't want her too but my parents let her and told me their would be a conqequence if I didn't. She poured the water into the dish and I noticed it was all dirty. I dumped it out and put clean water in it. She took the dish and dumped it. I filled it again and she dumped it. I told her to stop it but she didn't listen. We went through this fill, dump routine at least five times before I couldn't take it anymore and threw the water on her. My parents refused to hear my side of the story and my mom wanted me to sit on the couch for a time out. I took off into the woods and wasn't back for at least five hours because I didn't want to come back and sit on the couch for God knows how long. She made me have a 30 minnute time out once because I kept getting up and she would add five additional minnutes every time. By the time I did come back because it was getting dark she was so distraught and worried she was just happy I was still alive.

I did run away once (for less then two hours) when i was younger.
just went to the park, parents ended up finding me there.

I was just angry and I thought the family and I would be better off if i went away.

All I ended up doing was scaring my parents.