Durwin : Radical dad

Regression in service of ego -- telling my story

Durwin said Jun 2, 2007, 11:29 AM:
 

Here is a story of early trauma in my life…I was around six or seven years old, and my family had gone on holiday to a beautiful summery home of a friend who lived on Vancouver Island.  The friend, an older man, took us around on an exciting nature trail that first afternoon.

As a little boy, i always tended to wake up early – like 5 or 6 am – most often before my parents (of course!).  I was excited about this trail we had been shown, and, full of confidence and the thrill of adventure, thought that I would head out on my own and go around the trail before my parents even woke up.

Well, I got part way into a forested area – and lost my way.  I can recall the feelings of panic and disorientation that came over me when I lost track of the trail.  I looked around for the trail, but could not find the way forward nor back!  I ended up deciding to move towards the sunlight that I saw coming through the trees…I kept going, and luckily, came out on a road.  I still didn't know where I was, but fortunately I had come out in a neighborhood area.  I was crying very hard at this point, and began walking along the street beside the houses.

Most fortunately, an adult in the one of the houses heard me crying, or saw me from the window, and came out to the road to get me.  Once inside the house, they were somehow able to figure out where I had come from (I suppose I had a name of the person we were staying with).

A little while later, the older man came over with his bicycle and picked me up, and took me back to the house where my parents were.

I recall significant nightmares for a period of time after this event, and a fear of becoming lost again.