My name is NumberOne and I lived with my parents, sister and little brother in England.
When I was 6 my normal life changed drastically. I was taken out of school because I did weird things in class. Like I laughed at moments when there was no one talking or saying anything. Or when we were making a test I laughed with no reason. First they thought it was just a moment of time. And they found it funny. But it didn't stop with that. Sometimes I suddenly started crying with no reason. Or I was shouting to a classmate even there was again no reason for it. It was no longer funny but more scary and I was called the creep of our class/ school. After several conversations with the principal they decided to get me out of school and give me home lessons.
My parents told me that their was nothing wrong with me and that I was a special child with special gifts. But when we started with the home lessons there were some rules that I had to stick to. First rule was I could not speak to any of my friends anymore, also not speaking to classmates. Second rule was I had to delete all my social media like Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat. Everything. And the third rule I was never allowed to get outside at my own. If I wanted to go outside my mom or dad did had to come with me, and only if it was dark. So as kid it was a mixed up feeling. Your parents are saying you are special, but on the other side they let you feel you are different than the others. Also my sister and little brother they still when to school, but they never could speak about me to the others. As I had to disappear from this world.
When I was 8 I didn't get home lessons anymore. It was not necessary because I was a special one. Me and my dad did go hunting in the woods. It was my first holiday since a very long time and also the first time I could get outside without being dark. We didn't pack up a lot as we didn't need it. Only a few shirts and trousers. No food, no drink, no phone, nothing. We had to survive it. It was a very long drive to get there. My dad wanted to go to a 'special' forest. We stopped at a parking spot and had to walk. It was a big distance we walked as it was midday when we get out of the car and slightly dark when we came at the cabin. It was not really a cabin but a small wooden construction. With branches as a roof. The roof was skew. In it there was a chair, and I still have no clue how that chair get there. Someone, maybe my dad had to walk with it, but for so long? Anyway. There was a wooden table my dad made with knifes and forks on it. and a small chest with animal skins. Cleaned. A small circle of were the campfire would be and two places where we could sleep. I wanted to rest for a bit after the long walk of that day but my dad wanted to guy hunting straight off. We hunting only small animals like rabbits, squirrels, mice, and rats. Once we had a small deer that was amazing.
We didnt catch an animal that day so we went to bed hungry and thirsty. The next morning I did not feel great as I was thirsty. My dad was gone hunting. I think. as he was not there when I waked up. I walked around the place and climbed trees. Like a normal kid would do. Just trying to have some fun right. In the afternoon my dad finally returned. He had 2 rabbits and a squirrel. But the squirrel was looking odd as it was ripped apart. When my dad came closer I saw the squirrel didn't had any eyes. It was a bit shocking to be honest. My dad gave my a knife and taught me how to kill and fell an animal. I did not want to kill it but my dad got really angry and aggressive when I didn't want to do it. It was not my dad anymore at that moment. So I did what he asked me and killed the rabbit. It was so not cool to do it. We kept the blood and eat the meat. It tasted incredible good. Why we kept the blood I didn't know at that moment. But soon I found out why. Because my dad didn't want to boil water so we can drink it, we had to drink the blood. It was disgusting. This was not the holiday I had hoped for. And I wanted to go home. But I really did not want to ask dad if we can go home. My dad changed since we were here. Everyday we did the same thing: Go hunting and eat and drink the animal. the last day when we were there. My dad wanted to make a feast meal. We catch a lot of rabbits and squirrels an even a small deer. Who was already dead btw. I was so happy to go home. Go back to mom and my sister and little brother. I also hoped that dad will change back as he was before this. But this last night was the weirdest ever. We did not fell the animals as it was not necessary. We dropped them on the fire and had to eat it with skin and all. My father raged on the small deer. As he jumped on it and did not normally stuff with his knife on it. I was really afraid of my dad. He was under the red stuff dancing around the fire and laughing. I danced with him because I had too.
The next morning we did go home, and I was feeling so strange. I was disgusted with myself. When we where back at the car my dad told me that I can never talk to anyone about what we did in the woods. Not even to mom or my sister and brother. On the way home back my dad repeatedly told that we had been on a holiday in a amazing hotel with a room for ourselves. Had a nice swim and the food was delicious. We went to a castle and walked in the forest. When we came home no one talked about anything. No one was asking like how was your holiday.
I'm going to make more topics about my life and how it changed. Next topic will be about me when I turned 9 years. This is not even the weirdest part of my life. You maybe asking yourself why are you on a Dutch forum? This is because I " live'’ in the Netherlands at this moment. And I saw a flyer of the Kindertelefoon. And after reading some of the other topics I thought maybe it's good for me to write down my story about my life somewhere here. As maybe when my life is better I can read it back.
You can respond in English or Dutch. I can read both the languages. It is for me easier to write down in English rather than Dutch.
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