UNLESS HE IS A TRAINED THESPIAN
Does everyone know about the little 3-year-old boy in Montana who was lost in the wild for 2 days alone? He wondered away from his mom and got lost. For 2 days. Alone. 3 years old. As if that’s not fascinating on its own, it is the photos of before and after that has my mind going crazy. I was substitute teaching a high school welding class and a student told me about it.
I immediately looked up the story, during class. I was almost dismissive of it as the student mentioned the pictures and how he looked like a different person…until I saw the photos of the before and after for myself.
I sometimes think of my childhood as kind-of feral. I wasn’t fending for my physical survival necessarily, but I was on my own emotionally and mentally—and not just alone, alone with an enemy that wanted nothing more than for me to not exist. It was more complicated, and damaging, than just being on my own.
For instance, this sweet child, Ryker Webb, wasn’t just alone frolicking around in the wilderness eating berries, wood whittling and collecting bugs whilst whistling, killing time as he waits for someone to rescue him. He was staving off wild animals and instinctively looking for shelter and safety to save his life. Again, he was 3 years old.
Here he is as he should be—a carefree and happy 3-year-old:

And here he is, not long after the above photo was taken, after 2 days alone in the wilderness, taken at the hospital after his rescue:

My childhood was similar, although I wasn’t necessarily fighting for physical survival, it was emotional and mental nourishment I needed. And it wasn’t just an isolated 2 days. I didn’t just not get my needs met–I was emotionally and mentally abused and neglected, for decades.
Below are photos that illustrate maltreatment, discomfort, and distress. I should have never looked like this. Not only did I look like this, I looked like this without having been lost in the wilderness for 2 days. This was done to me in my very own home by my very own family, my older sister being the master of puppets:

Regarding one of the photos, the one where I’m on a scale (top right); granted, that would make most any girl unhappy or uncomfortable. Also, while we’re talking about the photos, I couldn’t help but notice that I’m dressed up and hair-cutted to look like a boy. This is something I will address in a future post about coercive control and narcissistic abuse, so do check back.
When things happen to you that shouldn’t, you are not the same person you are supposed to be, not the person G-d intended—at least the G-d I know and love wants no one to suffer, be it being raised in a family riddled with narcissists, or being lost for 2 days in the wilderness at 3 years old. Sometimes this suffering is observable on the outside, as you can see in the photos of myself and Ryker. What I can assure you is that there’s suffering and damage on the inside even more. What Ryker has going for him is that his time in the wild with no guidance and shelter and safety against the “enemies” was only 2 days, and his family wasn’t hurting him on purpose. In fact, they were desperately trying to rescue and love him. No one came for me, and no one is coming. Mine is a life sentence unless I can figure out how to overturn it.
An additional note of interest—looking at the photos of me and my sister—if you have good and evil in a room together, or in a picture, it is the evil one that is most likely going to be the one smiling.