Hello all, It has been a little less than a year since I posted on this message board and gotten feedback. I wanted to update everyone by quickly refreshing that my son had asked a few times about tying me up, as a "joke" to see if I could get loose, because of something he saw on TV and to get a laugh out of my struggle. All of your responded about getting help for him, etc etc. Well that toned down until about last June when he did act out on it. My daughter was gone for the weekend camping when it was just my son, then 16. I had come home from work and was making small talk with him and wasn't sure what I was going to do for the time being that night. I had changed out of my work clothes realizing I had to do laundry. I later would have regretted what I choose to wear because I wore khaki shorts, along with a polo shirt, wishing it could have at least been long pants, but it was the summer. Then the flip flops went on of course. I had gone downstairs and began to load the washer, as I emptied what little amount was in teh washer from a previous wash, I turned and to my horror saw my son standing their with the clothsline in hand. I did get a little panicky as he began to say he just wanted to tie me up and see how I woudl handle it. Now that is not normal, as I kept having to reassure myself. How would you all feel if this is happeneing, rather helpless right? Well I tried to fight a little, but he is a strong 16 year old boy. Well after a while he succeeded in binding my hands behind my back, and I also remember my feet together after he cut the rope, and I think a little more around my torso. I was crying, not uncontrollably, but was yelling at him to stop and let me go. My heart was beating out of my chest when he said he couldn't take it anymore with my crying, he was just doing an experiment and said he had duct tape for the mouth, however he ended up sticking a cloth in my mouth. The phone eventually rang, which was for him and I was left alone, struggling, causing bruises on my arms and legs (why i wished i had pant and socks therefore on). I was able to get the cloth out but to no avvail the bonds. After what seemed like hours on end ( i think close to 1 hour he came back down. He first asked if I was ticklish in the feet which caused instant tears and fear in me. He said he had to go to a friends and left. I was left alone and able to make it up the stairs. Eventually a neighbor heard the screams and came to my assistance. The police were called and he was picked up later at his friends. Now he is in therapy and on medications and getting help for the Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) and whatever else. This took some own therapy of mine, and that is why I haven't responded until now, however I finally got around to sharing this with you. I am not looking for just sympathy, but i guess reaction, as to why I posted this.