As an adult, have you ever physically hidden from another person?

Not for a game of hide & seek. I mean, out of fear or in some unhappy situation.

I have. I had a psycho lover from the depths of hell in college. After I broke it off, she insisted we be best friends forever. Not knowing I had a choice (I was a very different person back then) I allowed her to have her way and played along for two agonizing years.

One night I heard her car pull up to the dorm. I'd given her a key to my room when we were still lovers and knew she'd use it if I didn't answer her knock. So I hid in the closet. The closet had two doors and she actually looked in when she didn't see me in the room -- but she opened the left door and I'd hidden behind the right. Phew!

How about you?!

Nor paranoid.

i knew you were in there somewhere. :P

hiding sounds Like something i'd do, but i can't think of any instances off the top of my head. :shrug:

I have taken the art of hiding to new levels. ;)

You are funny.

That in and of itself is really weird. I would never in a million years think of doing that. Well, that, and I wouldn't let myself in anywhere. Weird.

I wonder what she would have done if she had found you?

and I didn't really know it until I started to get help myself many years later.

She would have jumped, screamed, and I would have pretended I was playing a joke on her. I was pretty effed up, too, but jesus christ, that woman beats Glenn Close's "Alex".... :scared:

think of the irony of bertha going in the cLoset.

:P

So I was quite comfortable in there for a while. ;)

This was on the campus of Los Angeles Baptist College.

yes and believe me - it was no game!

Someone was ringing my doorbell with a plastic box of crap they wanted to sell me. I had to duck under the window or they would see that I was home. :scared:

a crazy ex stalked me for weeks outside my apartment door (she was friends with the doorman) and I would be as quiet as a mouse, call the cops and she'd be gone before they arrived... I finally moved... she found me the day after I moved into the new apartment and tried to force her way in when I answered the door... called the cops again. They had to drag her away... many years ago. She was a source of a number of lessons of what to avoid.

Other than that... I just pretend not to be at home if someone who I have no interest in talking to comes to the door.

there was this totally clueless guy that couldn't comprehend that just because I was nice to him (felt sorry for him) didn't mean I wanted to go out with him. In my opinion, his elevator didn't go all the way to the top, but he was the vice-president of the College Republicans. haha

Funny how he didn't figure out that I would have rather pulled my own eyelashes out one by one before ever going out with him. :shrug:

You might be Mrs College Republican now

:hi:

Eeeewwww.......shudder to think........
:puke:

from my ex-husband.

He wasn't my ex at the time just on his way there...and wasn't smart enough to look in the closet... so he just left.

I started locking the doors!

Creepy!

On pretty much a daily basis.

A very strange man who belonged to the cycling group I did. Everyone avoided him, sad to say. He wasn't even someone you could try to talk to because he was so out there--he never made any sense. Very unhappy, lonely person--I hope he's at peace.

hence the yearly court visit.

But a couple of times at university I wanted to avoid a person and I would work on a different floor of the library to usual, and go drinking in a different pub. Usually only lasted a couple of days.

Thankfully nothing as serious as you.

For example, there are taverns I don't go in because exs are regulars there. I have hidden from people at work.

One must find a place where you like to hang out but never tell other people about it. So, if you really like place X, do not tell people from work or loved ones about place X, or else they will go there to look for you.

Compartmentalize, people. Must compartmentalize.

I love call display.

I did have a roommate that I spend months avoiding. Akward.

seen by my brother who was beating on my front door. He had been having a very hard time with his PTSD and quite frankly he could scare the hell out of me.

He ended up going to the back door and shouting.."I know you're in there"..so I acted like I had been the bathroom. Luckily, the visit wasn't as bad as I had anticipated. He kept himself pretty much in control, he just did a lot of venting.

He was a 2-tour Viet Nam vet and suffered terribly. He passed away..I hope he's at peace.

RIP Dear Brother..

I hid under the bed from him once. :hi:

Would he have hit you? :scared:

would have done.

I was 7 months pregnant w/our daughter and my x and I came home to find the kittten had knocked some stuff off the christmas tree again.. He wanted to kill the kitten so I grabbed him and ran down the side entrance. I used somebody else's footprints in the snow until I was able to dodge into a nearby greenhouse nursery.

I freaked out when he walked by no more then about 5 feet from where I was scrunched. Here I was 19, pregnant, in the cold, with nothing more then a maternity dress, trying to keep a scared kitten quiet, while a gun carrying psycho hunted us down..

Fortunately, just then one of his buddies pulled in and asked him if he'd like to go to the KVI (a sleazy bar). Of course he was all for that and gave up the "hunt" pretty quick.

I couldn't hear any more of what they were saying, but I'm sure he made up some lie about why he had the gun. Wife beaters/ Kitten Killers don't want to look bad; even to their loser friends.

When on your first date, you hear the words "I've tried to kill myself five times. The last time I drove my car into a tree because my girlfriend broke up with me", run like hell. We went out several times, and I was getting more creeped out each time. One evening -- this was during the summer -- I had told him that I couldn't go out because of some volunteer work I was doing, serving as an usher for the summer theater at the college. He asked if we could go out afterward, and I told him that it would be at least 11 pm by the time I got home, too late to do anything. As fate would have it, I got home at 10:55. I was sitting on the toilet in my 1BR when the phone started ringing. I had no answering machine, so it kept ringing. FOR 10 MINUTES.

After that, I told him that I was too busy finishing up some honors program work that was due the first week of classes to go out. He still didn't get the point, so I stopped answering my phone. He saw me on campus one day and asked about it, and I told him that I had turned off the ringer because of unwanted calls.

The physical hiding comes into play because he was a graduate student served by the campus library where I worked. So, he was in there frequently. If I saw him heading toward the circ desk, I would move toward the back offices and let someone else serve him.