ABDUCTED: 30 People Share Stories Of Being Kidnapped By Their Own Family Members

13. Went to meet my dad one day. Was taken to the airport to ‘look at planes.’ A couple of hours later we had landed in my dad’s local airport.

“Nothing special. Went to meet my dad one day. Was taken to the airport to ‘look at planes.’ A couple of hours later we had landed in my dad’s local airport. Was there a few days and then sent (unattended) back home. As it happens. My dad called my mum before we got on the flight but lied and said that we had already landed and he was calling from his country. He passed the phone to me and obviously my mum was worried but told me to look after my brother that kind of thing. Had she known we were still at ‘our’ airport, she would have been there in 45 mins. We were with him for about 4 days and then sent back. My mum took him to court and there were certain rules (that I don’t recall) that were put in place.”

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14. Mom went several months without knowing where we were or talking to us.

“We lived in Ohio with our mom and were visiting our dad in Florida for the summer. I was maybe 3 and my brother was 7 or so. We were supposed to be with him for a month and he moved to a different city with us and my mom couldn’t find us. Nobody in his family would tell her where we were, either.

She went several months without knowing where we were or talking to us. I guess one time my grandparents (dad’s parents) did let us call and talk to her while we were visiting them, but they still wouldn’t tell here where my dad was keeping us. Finally he returned my brother to her because he was holding him out of school at that point and apparently that’s no bueno in the eyes of the law, but I guess he kept me for another month or two. I remember living in a weird house that was unfamiliar and also bits and pieces of thinking it was weird being there for a visit without my brother, but that’s about it.

Nowadays I’m thinking doing that kind of thing would get you in some deep shit, as my mom had sole custody and my dad had visitation only. The 70s/early 80s were a weird time I guess, because nothing ever happened to him over it. I still had to keep visiting him after that, too…including a judge making me get on an airplane BY MYSELF to fly to see him when I was FOUR. Like, not even in kindergarten yet. I accidentally locked myself in the bathroom on that flight and scared myself shitless. Gotta love court systems who rule on what’s in ‘the best interest of the child’

No, I don’t talk to my dad anymore. He’s a narcissistic assbag.”

elzimmy


15. My brother and I were kidnapped from school. We were taken by our dad, who is a meth addict and who we had a restraining order against.

“I was 9 years old when my brother and I were kidnapped from school. We were taken by our dad who is a meth addict and who we had a restraining order against. My elementary school that I attended was very small and was in the same community where my dad grew up. He used to be a motivational speaker and was deeply respected in this community. However, the school had been notified about the restrictions and was told to never let us leave with our dad if he were to show up. A serious thing that they chose to disregard.

I was just getting out of school when I saw him. He was twitching his eyes through the crowd of kids and parents and teachers looking for us. He looked manic with his eyes wide and messy hair. I ran as fast as I could past him and into a crowd of kids. I tried to duck and make myself small. I climbed onto the bus as fast as I could, sat in the very back row and slid down in my seat so no one could see me. My brother who was a year older was already closer to the bus end of the school lot, he got on without really seeing my dad or trying to hide. The bus driver called our names and said our dad was here. We paid no attention. The bus driver got frustrated and continued to shout out names and tell us that we couldn’t ride the bus because our dad was here. Finally my brother relented and tried to coax me out of my seat and just accept defeat. He left and then after arguing with the bus driver in a losing battle I got off the bus.

This wasn’t the first time we had been taken, maybe that is why my brother gave up so soon because he knew it was futile. Usually he would take us to drug houses with tons of people doing meth and smoking weed and we would fall asleep on a couch or the floor or something and our mom would find out where we were and would pick us up after she got off work at mid night.

Anyway, this time was the most vivid and most recent. That night he drove us around for hours. He was rambling to himself and I kept telling him that he had to take us home. Finally we ended up in the woods. Once we were there there was an old van that he said was his. He shattered the back window and because I was so small he pushed me through and had me crawl on my belly to the front seat and open the door. Then from there he drove us around until the morning.

He is a terrifying man. Drugs have made him into a reckless and crazy person who has tormented our lives. Although now days I just feel bad for him because he is the one who has missed out, not me.

Even though this experience left a huge impact on my life I never considered it to be a kidnapping until years later my fiancé (this is his profile not mine) and I were talking and I told him about it and he was like ‘so he kidnapped you?’ I was like yeah I guess he did but it was just apart of life at that point.

Anyway, there it is. There is a lot more to it than that but I didn’t want to make it too long. Feel free to ask questions.”

noctiluca3


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