Reditors who have been kidnapped. What was your experience like? Are there things you do now that you would have never done before?

Serious replies only. My father, quote, kidnapped me when I was seven and it was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I lived with my alcoholic mother and her insane boyfriend. I wasn't abused physically, but looking back, the mental abuse and neglect was

very traumatic. Some borderline child called it things. Anyways, my father had visitation rights and

picked me up every other weekend. One weekend, he came to get me and saw that I had not eaten much.

Food was almost always under locking key, and my mom and her boyfriend

were nowhere to be found. So, my father told me, pack your stuff. We spent some time hiding out at

different places with family, friends, even hotels in Laflin and Vegas. It was like a mini vacation.

I even remember staying in my dad's girlfriend's house when the cop showed up. I hid under

the bed while they talked to her. At the end of the day, I never had to go back to my mom's

boyfriend's house and my father won majority custody. I'm not sure how I would have turned out if I

had stayed there. Thanks, Dad. When I was maybe 10 or 11, my neighbor kidnapped me.

She was this single woman in her 50s who was always super, super nice to me.

She was always on her porch, and she'd wave when I came home from school.

Anyway, I was walking home from school, and she was waving as usual, but this time she was

beckoning me over.

I went up to her porch, and she asked me if I wanted some meatloaf she made.

I freaking loved meatloaf and she seemed harmless, so I said yes.

I expected her to come outside with a plate or something, but instead she called me in and

told me to sit downstairs.

I felt weird about it, but I followed her into her basement and sat down on a couch.

She brought me a plate

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