Hello, all! As you may have guessed from the title, my upbringing was... let's say "less than normal". You see, on our way to a new life in a new land, finally free of the shackles of circus life, my family was killed in a blimp accident (believe me, I find it just as peculiar as you do). I, alone, was parachuted to safety in the rags of my now-piecemeal family's clothing and assorted blimp debris, the smallness of my infancy allowing me to survive the fall.
I was taken in by a large pack of gray wolves who, thank my lucky stars, were not wanting for a meal. They raised me as their own and, though my primate physiology was not attuned to the quadrupedal lifestyle, rewarded my loyalty with constant protection. I learned to stalk my prey, to replace their fear with fatigue and make the kill a simple thing; I learned to stand my ground from the elders, just as I taught the same to the pups; however, the one thing I never learned was language.
That's right- I spent nine years in the Yukon wilderness amongst my pack before I was discovered by a group of undersexed, overstimulated bankers on a mandatory work retreat and returned to human society, quite frankly against my will. During the near-decade, my brain began to plasticize without the faintest exposure to the divine tool of verbal communication, functionally severing my chance to write, read, or speak, let alone think in the ways one is accustomed to thinking. Language- the ability to use it like a tool, and the finesse to explore the human condition with it like a pen- would elude me forever, as would the entire oeuvre of art and literature, and any notion of the concept of beauty, amongst other things.
Though I was hailed as the wonder child returned from the depths of darkness, a veritable paragon of man's tenacity in the face of cruel, cruel nature, all was not well in the garden. As scientists struggled to reintegrate me into the world, society began to reflect on my inability to re-civilize as some warped symbol of their own inability to re-civilize themselves in a world gone mad; to them, I was some harrowing memento of the wild beast of yore within all of us, trapped beneath our sensibility like volcanos held down by twine, supernovas hiding behind a dying comet. I became a pariah, a buried memory of shame, a taboo. The world forgot about me, slowly, like a tumor receding away.
Now that I'm older, I can recognize more complex emotions in voices, and I can even communicate with a small lexicon-
... keep reading on reddit ➡I was eating at a restaurant the other day and since covid hit most have removed half their tables giving a ton of extra room. Well, the table next to us had a kid on the floor that kept screaming at his mother to look at him and when he wasn’t doing that he was running around like a wild animal. Between tables and around other groups. Tell me why this kid runs next to my table and trips over god knows what, starts scream/crying and when his mother finally comes over to pick him up, she tell me “well you could have looked after him so he didn’t fall ove and get hurt” B???? I am not his mother? My boyfriend and I are very much CF? Your lid is for you to look after? Good thing is he stoped screaming after that because the fall brought his mood way down.
Yes this is oddly specific for a reason. I was unfortunately basically a feral child from neglect, and abuse. Now Im an adult who is constantly stressed. Any idea how to treat that? 😵💫
I was reading about feral childs and I find quite interesting that some of their traits are very similiar to schizoid symptons, for example, indifference to body sensations, lack of sexual desire, lack of facil expression...
Here is what I am referring to. Amongst the podcasts I follow, only 99% Invisible or Hidden Brain could have done a story on this but none of them have.
Thanks in advance.
I am doing the way back home quest for the CR-74L ccm and I got to the medical center metro near the combat zone but if you go south a little from the doors of the medical center doors there's a Pulowski preservation shelter whit a child ghoul in it i have naver seen this before
Pretty much grew up alone. Nmom isolated me enough from my peers, that I feel like I have poor social skills and anxiety around other people. Ive watched enough tv and read enough books to figure out how to fake it well enough. I find it hard to relate to others. All of my extended family either lives abroad or my nmom has systematically cut them out of my life at a young age. I don't have siblings. My nmom told me that I was such a difficult child that it sucked all of her desire to have another kid out of her and it's my fault that I don't have a sibling (aka it's my fault that I am completely and utterly alone).
I don't know how to let other people in and share my emotions because everytime I let my guard down I was berated, called stupid, and that I was being ungrateful. So I now my feelings is just a respressed jumbled pile of shit. I feel so disconnected from other people and they almost seem disposable because i barely grew up in society. It's like I'm a fucking feral child and no one taught be how to be a fucking person.
decided that now is the time to have a 33 minute long screaming temper tantrum outside right across from my house. Just as I sat down and took my first breath of warm spring air I hear the sounds of screaming.
The patents have 5 other kids or more dunno .. but this one was just going off. The best part was they stood around like nothing was going on. If this was me as a child my mom would have stepped outside and told me to be quiet or I’d have to go back inside .. I might have even got a tap on my butt too. “You wanna cry? I’ll give you a reason to” was something I heard as a child lol. No my mom wasn’t abusive.
Since I hoped the tantrum would end sooner than later I stayed and started to plant new bulbs. I timed it .. 33 mins of screaming to the point the kid was now dry heaving, coughing and screaming. My nerves are still shot ..
I dubbed their children feral because there are so many of them. They roam the neighborhood with no shoes and randomly run across the street without looking. Play on my property and in my backyard. A few times I caught them defecating in my yard. Yes you read that right. Daily there are tantrums or screaming. They keep breeding too. Even though two of their children died from a heart defect and they have another child with the same condition hooked to a machine indoors. They hate my dogs and scream in fear when they see me walk by. One of the older boys kicked my Ruby (she was on her leash) a year ago. Their parents are afraid of my dogs too and avoid me when I walk them. They pull their children away in fear. All 3 of my dogs are under 25 pounds lol.
Children aren’t really the issue. It’s the parents and how they think the world loves and embraces their children with the same love they have for them. NO Stop breeding.
This story has kept me up at night a time or two. The disappearance of a 6 year old child alone is frightening, but what’s more frightening is WHAT took the child.
On Saturday, June 14th, 1969, The Martin family visited the Great Smoky Mountain National Park in Tennessee. The Martin family ran into some campers (also called the Martin Family) that also had kids for Dennis and his older brother to play with. Both family’s allowed the kids to play together and the kids started a game to hide behind the bushes to surprise the adults. Dennis was last seen by his father going behind a bush at a tree line as the other kids also hid.
Dennis never came out from behind the bush.
His father ran 2 miles down the trail looking for his son. He stopped when he knew Dennis could not have gotten that far. Park Rangers were then called.
Harold Key, a visitor to the park reported hearing a loud scream on the afternoon Martin disappeared. Shortly after, he claims to have seen a disheveled man, covered in hair and attempting to remain unseen, fleeing through the woods. Key’s family elaborated than the figure had a red object slung over his shoulder, matching the clothing Martin was wearing.
Despite the report, FBI investigators ultimately dismissed it, given that the sighting had taken place more than five miles from where Martin had vanished and Key was unclear on the timeline. Key later speculated that the man may have been a moonshiner, explaining his reluctance to be seen. One retired park ranger lamented the failure to properly follow up either the footprints or the sighting of the rough-looking man. He arguing that as the location of the sighting was downhill from where Martin disappeared it was more than reasonable for a relatively fit individual to cover that distance in the time frame, even carrying a child.
What was this disheveled man covered in hair? The man had the child slung over its shoulder, trying not to be seen. Why didn’t the FBI follow up with this sighting?
The story gets creepier
Almost 1500 people searched for Dennis. The Martin family even reached out to psychics for help. On June 23rd, police dogs were brought in but it was reported that the dogs refused to track that area; only sitting down and whimpering. On the 26th, a man called in to Carson Brewer of the Knoxville News-Sentinel and told him to inform the searchers to “Look in the trees and treetops. Stop looking on the ground.” This cryptic phone call is another of the st
... keep reading on reddit ➡I just ended a friendship with someone and I think I could use some new folks to talk to.
Some stuff about me:
17 yo European here.
I'm a helpless dreamer and a romantic.
I draw, sometimes paint and sculpt in clay, I also do write, I'm currently working on a book I want to publish.
I love nature and wilderness, especially mountains and Forrests, they make me calm and help to clear mind. I also love storms and the rain, the air tastes best after some good rain
I'm fascinated with every animal out there
I collect cool rocks and bones
I'm super into prehistory and early history, especially folklore. I'm also a paleonerd
If we eventually become friends, you gain my unlimited support and love, and I'll do my best toake your life just a little bit more colorful
Im rather left leaning but as long as you don't discriminate or hurt anyone I don't care about your worldview
This post may be a bit chaotic, but chaos is more fun in my humble opinion. If you are interested, lemme know c:
I took a philosophy type course a few years ago. I learned about a philosopher who wrote about a boy who grew up without human interaction. I believe he claimed it wasn't real, but there were rumours about him really abandoning a child for this book. The book/writings' title was said boys' name.
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