I spent a lot of my childhood hiding, both mentally and physically. I clearly remember hiding, although I don’t remember a lot about other things.
I used to try hiding from my mom when she was drunk. I didn’t want to be hit or berated. I just wanted to be left alone to do homework or read. Hiding didn’t always work. I think me trying to hide made her angrier.
Many a night, I tried hiding in my closet. I sat there hoping that my dad wouldn’t come that night. But eventually I had to come out and go to bed. I could only hope at that point I would escape whatever was coming that night.
I spent a lot of time hiding my depression, suicidal thoughts, and anxiety from my teachers at school. I trusted no one. I guess I thought it would be more of the same pain.