nccotus

the baby I lost at 13

he stood between me and my life at Kent School.

I was a goner already in my family At this point. Nobody at Kent could hold me or help me in this regard.

so, at age 16, I ran away from home over the summer. I was abandoned, everyone left. I was working at an Italian restaurant and the owner was coming onto me. I waited for everyone to return and then grabbed my yellow backpack and took off on foot early in the morning. My plan was to walk all the way to Kent, a two hour drive.

I wound up catching a ride and ultimately took a bus from the Port authority in NY City.

I wrote my college personal essay about the experience and embarrassed my father all to hell, not realizing that it would. The rest is life as I have known it ever since.

I got 750 750 on my SATs and knew I could go to any college I wanted to. I wound up at Harvard as a runaway. Not realizing that in reality I already had been one at Kent School too all along. In other words I was used to being somewhere where I wasn’t wanted and not taking hints to get lost. Because I had no place else to go. My father was forced to pay. Same situation here to this very day, I am asked to leave but have no place to go. I WANT to go but have no place to go until I can find funding and I am working in this. It is about picking uo my marbles and going elsewhere, It is about push coming to shove. It is about Arthur Robyn. This ill in my heart soul and mind and even in my body has persisted in a sinister way for 50 years without a moments break. I ought to sue my father over this. He ought to be added to the lawsuit list.