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Topic	Have you ever DIALED 911 before???
Gaawa_chan 09/05/20 8:16:48 PM #30:	Accrovideogames posted... It was actually smart of them to encourage you to stay close to the homeless people. Chances are, strangers are much more likely to help you out than not. It's better off than facing a situation where you're guaranteed to be in danger. So how did the story end? Were you liberated from your abusive father? Did the police come to pick you up? Oh, no, the police refused to actively help. Uh, here's the longer version of what happened. My father is a classic victim-turned-abuser case, PTSD and Bipolar Disorder, but he's now gotten a lot of therapy and takes medication (though he had to hit rock bottom first, and it happened long after any of us lived with him. He uh... broke into my uncle's house, trashed the place, and stabbed a threatening note into the wall with a knife). He's much better now, but... eh, it's complicated. Anyway, my little sister and I were visiting from out of state. We'd gone with papa to a fairly late-showing movie, and as we were going back to his place something triggered one of his bipolar mood swings and he started to guilt trip us for not being around him more often, then flew into a rage and threw us out of the car. He drove off... so I called the first person that came to mind (my mom didn't have a phone at the time so I called her boyfriend, who'd been a family friend since before I was born). He advised me to call the police. That's when my father came driving back. He saw I was on the phone and demanded I give it to him. In retrospect I'm not sure whether or not he was trying to genuinely leave us in the middle of nowhere with no means of communication or whether he was trying to force us back into the car after taking away said means. Anyway, I refused and called the police, as I said. When the police arrived, I told them our situation. To paraphrase, the response was something like (this was years ago I can't remember the exact words) "What do you want us to do about it? We can't do anything. You can either go with him or you can stay out here. Do you wanna stay out here on the street with all the hobos?" It ended in a way I didn't expect; I think that my father must have called his step-wife at some point while I wasn't looking, because she showed up and said that she would take us back instead of my father. I should have refused but I just wasn't thinking very clearly and it was obvious at this point that the police were not going to do anything, so we went with her. We never visited them again. I'm glad my father wasn't arrested but I really wish we hadn't had to go back to their place. Probably the biggest mistake I made was I forgot to call my mom's boyfriend back. Poor guy was worried out of his mind when we got home the next day, but I just don't respond well to situations like that; it's like most of my brain just shuts down for a few days afterward. A few years later, my sister was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. That was a huge surprise (sarcasm). She always make a big scene over the most trivial things. When we were kids and she wanted to spite me, she used to cry wolf and make a scene so that our father would beat me. What a mess. :( If you're wondering about my allergy to the sun, I'll explain it. My skin reacts abnormally when in contact with ultra violet rays. Yikes, is there a name for your condition? --- Hi <cite>Gaawa_chan posted [p:944258041] in Have you e... [t:78954707]...</cite> <quote>Accrovideogames posted... </cite> <quote>It was actually smart of them to encourage you to stay close to the homeless people. Chances are, strangers are much more likely to help you out than not. It's better off than facing a situation where you're guaranteed to be in danger. So how did the story end? Were you liberated from your abusive father? Did the police come to pick you up?</quote>Oh, no, the police refused to actively help. Uh, here's the longer version of what happened. My father is a classic victim-turned-abuser case, PTSD and Bipolar Disorder, but he's now gotten a lot of therapy and takes medication (though he had to hit rock bottom first, and it happened long after any of us lived with him. He uh... broke into my uncle's house, trashed the place, and stabbed a threatening note into the wall with a knife). He's much better now, but... eh, it's complicated. Anyway, my little sister and I were visiting from out of state. We'd gone with papa to a fairly late-showing movie, and as we were going back to his place something triggered one of his bipolar mood swings and he started to guilt trip us for not being around him more often, then flew into a rage and threw us out of the car. He drove off... so I called the first person that came to mind (my mom didn't have a phone at the time so I called her boyfriend, who'd been a family friend since before I was born). He advised me to call the police. That's when my father came driving back. He saw I was on the phone and demanded I give it to him. In retrospect I'm not sure whether or not he was trying to genuinely leave us in the middle of nowhere with no means of communication or whether he was trying to force us back into the car after taking away said means. Anyway, I refused and called the police, as I said. When the police arrived, I told them our situation. To paraphrase, the response was something like (this was years ago I can't remember the exact words) "What do you want us to do about it? We can't do anything. You can either go with him or you can stay out here. Do you wanna stay out here on the street with all the hobos?" It ended in a way I didn't expect; I think that my father must have called his step-wife at some point while I wasn't looking, because she showed up and said that she would take us back instead of my father. I should have refused but I just wasn't thinking very clearly and it was obvious at this point that the police were not going to do anything, so we went with her. We never visited them again. I'm glad my father wasn't arrested but I really wish we hadn't had to go back to their place. Probably the biggest mistake I made was I forgot to call my mom's boyfriend back. Poor guy was worried out of his mind when we got home the next day, but I just don't respond well to situations like that; it's like most of my brain just shuts down for a few days afterward. <quote> A few years later, my sister was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. That was a huge surprise (sarcasm). She always make a big scene over the most trivial things. When we were kids and she wanted to spite me, she used to cry wolf and make a scene so that our father would beat me.</quote>What a mess. :( <quote>If you're wondering about my allergy to the sun, I'll explain it. My skin reacts abnormally when in contact with ultra violet rays.</quote>Yikes, is there a name for your condition? --- Hi</quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
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