At sixteen, I ran away after my own sister stabbed me—and my parents blamed me – BICHNHU

I walked away before he could say anything else, but the anger followed me like a shadow all week. Their manipulation wasn’t surprising. What hurt was realizing they still believed they had power over me.

But when the police showed up at my door two days later—claiming my parents had reported me as a “missing mentally unstable family member”—I knew the fight wasn’t over.

It was just beginning.

The officers were polite, almost apologetic, but the message was clear:
My parents had told them I was “mentally unwell,” had a “history of erratic behavior,” and was “a risk to myself.” They requested a wellness check—just enough to intimidate me, not enough to trigger any legal trouble for themselves.

I explained everything calmly: my job, my stable housing, my history with my family. One officer, noticing the tension in my voice, asked gently, “Do you feel unsafe with them contacting you?”

“Yes,” I said honestly. “They’ve lied about me before. I don’t trust them.”

He nodded, scribbled notes, and finally told me I wasn’t required to speak to them again. “If they keep harassing you, file for a restraining order,” he suggested before leaving.

And for the first time in years, I felt… protected.

That night, I sat alone in my apartment, replaying my father’s threats, my mother’s email, the officers’ visit. My past had come crashing into my present, but something inside me had changed. At sixteen, they broke me. At twenty-eight, they couldn’t.

I opened my laptop and began writing everything—dates, memories, medical records, the hospital report from the stabbing, photos, text messages. Part of me wasn’t sure why I was doing it. Maybe to protect myself legally. Maybe to finally face everything I’d buried.

Three hours later, I had a full timeline.

I read it from start to finish. For the first time, I didn’t feel guilt. I felt clarity.

The next morning, I emailed my mother back.

“Please stop contacting me. If you continue making false claims about my mental state, I’ll involve law enforcement. I’m not attending any wedding, and I’m not apologizing for being stabbed.”

I hit send.

And with that, the weight of a decade lifted.