What if that is the very family one is trying to get away from and wishes to terminate the relationship permanantely?Robert DiMaggio said:if you have a family it is a very selfish thing to do IMO.
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What if that is the very family one is trying to get away from and wishes to terminate the relationship permanantely?Robert DiMaggio said:if you have a family it is a very selfish thing to do IMO.
Assuming the location where one lives offers the infrastructure to offer a person such help.Robert DiMaggio said:no, I think it takes guts to not kill yourself and get help.
Robert DiMaggio said:so what does this say for the people that ARE or WERE in that exact situation yet they decided to get help rather than kill themselves?
A lot of people is successful, due to the stigma most of the deaths are reported as a different cause. Even with the atual numbers, it still is one of the top deaths causes.Robert DiMaggio said:How many poeple that attempt suicide are successful?
Is it fair to say that the majority are not?
BoneCrusher said:As you move forward in life you will encounter assholes like that. We all have. The assholes that bothered you will sooner or later get their asses kicked and end up working in the shiping department at Net-Flix or handing out hot sauce with the tacos at Taco Bell. You ... on the other hand ... will go on to invent the next great Operating System and retire by age 27 or maybe even come up with the cure for being an asshole and get the Nobel Peace Prize and hang out with Desmond Tutu. I may be stretching it a lil' but you get my point. You have a shit load of life out there just begging for you to come live it. Don't let a couple of dorks get ya down man.
Robert DiMaggio said:I think it takes guts to not kill yourself and get help.
largepkg said:This thread has touched a nerve with me. I've sat back and read a few of you post your theories on why it would be OK for person X, Y, or Z to commit suicide. This outrages me!
V, I'll start by saying you seem be to be one cool Mofo. Unfortunately your laid back attitude towards this frightens me. Is depression debilitating? No doubt! Can it leave you in a dark place with no apparent way out? Absolutely! I've been there. I'm currently there! I've tried and failed!
Suicide is unacceptable, period! To do so is only to give in to all your weakness. I could go into so much detail but that's not what this thread was about.
Please, anyone who is thinking about this remember this one thing. The joys in life are so great because of the pains. Without the pains it's all just another day. It will get better.
I know that. I wasnt meaning it in a disrespectful manner. I guess I should have made it a general answer even though I used your comment as a base. There's just so much about seppuku that many wont ever understand. I just knew that even thoug you said it, this is a general feeling. I just wanmted to .....oh well. Never mind. Wrong hemisphere for me to be talking about this.Robert DiMaggio said:you did not have to add that, at the end I said: IMO which stands for: "in my opinion".
Yes thats me. Im hispanc/asian. More hispanic than asian, though.BoneCrusher said:Metal V. What is your fascination with Japanese rites of honor? You look occidental in ancestry to me if that is you in your avi
No problem, I find this is the only place I can been open about my issues, I don't have to worry about being judged or critized on these boards, and I know someone out there will be able to relate to myself one way or another and offer me some great adviceVieope said:Thanks for being honest and so open about your issues.![]()
In my experience counsellors don't work and are full of shit, not saying you are but the ones I've spoken to were. When I was being counselled for my ED/depression they had no idea what to do with me, they basically used me as a guiena pig considering I was their first ED patient. All theydid was take out a book and label me, they would ask if my parents/siblings would hit me or if I was molested as a child, I would repeatly tell them over and over that, that wasn't the case but they didn't care, they couldn't comprehend why I had an ED so they figured I was abused/molested. They also tell you that they will ALWAYS be completly honest with you, and when I told them I decided I did not want to come to anymore sessions they said that it was completly fine and if I fell like I don't need counselling that's fine, they just needed to speak to my mother, and when they did they told her the complete opposite, they told her that I wasn't ready and I can't think straight on my own and I NEEDED these sessions. So that father proved my point, why would I tell these people about my life expecting they could keep secrets when the lie to me over a simple thing like that.Jeanie said:Wow, I hope you don'y still have any of those feelings. If you do, I really want you to talk to your school counselor about this. And please feel free to talk to me about this if you need to. I am currently a school counseling intern.
I used to think about suicide a lot when I was in high school and again in my twenties. I used to suffer from different eating disorders, depression and panic attacks. Weight lifting has helped me SO much.
Thanks for that, I know it's true that there going absoutley no where in life but at the same time I can't understand how people can be like that? Don't they realize the kind of pain thier infliccting on others? they kinda stoped now though after one of them put their hands on my shoulders and I riped it off telling them to fuck off, now the've decided to pick on an overweight girl in my class while still occasionly saying something to me.BoneCrusher said:As you move forward in life you will encounter assholes like that. We all have. The assholes that bothered you will sooner or later get their asses kicked and end up working in the shiping department at Net-Flix or handing out hot sauce with the tacos at Taco Bell. You ... on the other hand ... will go on to invent the next great Operating System and retire by age 27 or maybe even come up with the cure for being an asshole and get the Nobel Peace Prize and hang out with Desmond Tutu. I may be stretching it a lil' but you get my point. You have a shit load of life out there just begging for you to come live it. Don't let a couple of dorks get ya down man.
I've tried developing "a thicker skin" but no matter how hard I try, I always care about what people think of me, whether I'm fat or skinny, if my hair is messed up or not, what kind of clothes I'm wearing etc..BulkMeUp said:![]()
IMO, assholes are everywhere. The come in all shapes, sizes and colours. So after you are done with school, you are likely to come accross assholes in the form of colleagues, bosses, clients..etc. However you need to try and develop a 'thicker skin' towards them(like your friends i-dont-care-a-damn attitude) and get more adept in dealing with them.![]()
Hey VieopeVieope said:Hi Tom_B, I just gotta say to try to look for a friend instead of a psychologist. Unless you need medication.
Like that friend that I quoted, you too became happy with visions of suicide?
Minotaur said:As one who attempted it about 13 years ago, all I can say is that you aren't thinking about anyone or anything else at the time. The pain you are going through is so deep there is nothing anyone can do to bring you out of it. It's not a 'coward's way out' or a weak thing to do... it's a solution to pain that you cannot stand, or possibly think there is a remedy for other than dusting yourself off.
I don't mean to lash out or sound angry at anyone (I'm not), but unless you've experienced the profound pain and despair, you can't know it or judge it.
Obviously I failed at it (boy, what a loser... can't even kill myself!) Sorry, a little black humor there. I came home from work one night and was so depressed (it had been a years-long chronic depression that I tried various treatments for... meds., a shrink, etc.) and started drinking, after not having eaten all day. I had written a note and had every intention of drinking everything in the apartment until I accomplished the mission. And that mission was to not wake up.
Suffice to say I would up with a b.a.c. of .216. I made it out my front door to pass out on the lawn, whereby a neighbor called EMS. I woke up in the ER. I started another form a therapy after that, which I have to say was successful in treating most of my depression. I still have my demons, but for the most part they are chained up. But they still rattle and strain at their chains.![]()