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15 Phrases Kids Said That Were Code for ‘I Need Help’
Oftentimes, when someone is struggling with their mental health, they won’t come right out and say it. This can particularly true for children and adolescents, who many times don’t have the vocabulary to express what they are really going through mental-health wise.
I knew it would be from the moment I read the title, but mine is in there. #8.
I remember being six years old and crawling under a dresser and hiding there, sobbing. I don’t even remember what I was crying about, I don’t think there was anything specific that had happened. I was just hiding under there and crying and when my mom asked me what was wrong, all I said was “I want to go home.”
Baffled, she asked if this wasn’t home, where “home” was, and all I could come up with was “Sherwood Forest.” (I was a huge Robin Hood fan.)
I never stopped feeling it, either, though it’s better, now, than it ever has been before.
I needed help so badly, and I never got it from them. Making things worse, my mother gaslit me constantly about my mental health issues and was a huge part of the reason I didn’t feel secure - she often talked about how much she wanted to leave us behind and go away. And sometimes she did.
I guess she must have felt much the same way I did: trapped, alone, hurting, hating the life she had. But it’s hard to have sympathy for someone who on multiple occasions left her extremely young children alone after telling them she was never coming back.
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Oftentimes, when someone is struggling with their mental health, they won’t come right out and say it. This can particularly true for children and adolescents, who many times don’t have the vocabulary to express what they are really going through mental-health wise.
I knew it would be from the moment I read the title, but mine is in there. #8.
I remember being six years old and crawling under a dresser and hiding there, sobbing. I don’t even remember what I was crying about, I don’t think there was anything specific that had happened. I was just hiding under there and crying and when my mom asked me what was wrong, all I said was “I want to go home.”
Baffled, she asked if this wasn’t home, where “home” was, and all I could come up with was “Sherwood Forest.” (I was a huge Robin Hood fan.)
I never stopped feeling it, either, though it’s better, now, than it ever has been before.
I needed help so badly, and I never got it from them. Making things worse, my mother gaslit me constantly about my mental health issues and was a huge part of the reason I didn’t feel secure - she often talked about how much she wanted to leave us behind and go away. And sometimes she did.
I guess she must have felt much the same way I did: trapped, alone, hurting, hating the life she had. But it’s hard to have sympathy for someone who on multiple occasions left her extremely young children alone after telling them she was never coming back.
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