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I have suffered from suicidal thoughts and depression for longer than I can remember, my life has been sad and my family keep making it worse. Honestly I don't want to think about how much they would miss me when my own mother has told me she would consider me dead if I became non religious.
I am alive because I am simply too angry to die and I will keep living on even if the pain keeps tearing me down
I'm tired of pretending that life is OK. We all deserve better.
I think its what i fear the most with my son. He's a toddler, but life goes by fast and one day he'll be grown with his own problems to solve. I just give him everything i can, from love to time to entertainment, and i wish i'll do a good enough job for him to come seek refuge to me rather than with the tool to end his life.
I love him so much, just sharing because this anon shook me with this story.
I don't have kids. But in pondering questions like this, I would take some solace that people have always been having children. ALWAYS. Pick the most horrific events and eras in history; there were people having kids and trying to find the most happiness they could for them and their children. The Black Death? The Bronze Age Collapse? The sacking of entire cities by Mongol hoards? People living in literal death camps in the Holocaust? There were people there having children. And when they did, they did their best to give their children as good a life as they could, same as you do now.
The best you can do is teach him the tools with which to deal with and celebrate life.
I like ABA Naturally in terms of helping you practice getting into the mindset for "I want to understand why my kid is doing this, and teach them how to navigate life."
Meta comment, but I like that Lemmy can have these threads, and it’s probably mostly real.
It’s some human 4chan anon, whether they’re making it up or not.
Maybe the majority of comments here are legit.
Meanwhile, when I stumble into a Reddit thread like this (mostly when I miss old.reddit.com and get bombarded with weird engagement bait), it’s… mostly bots?
It’s either obvious, or very suspicious and likely engagement bait.
And if it's a Tweet OP is referencing, well, that's probably fake or bait too.
I’m sure this place will get flooded with bots, eventually, so we remake it again. The cycle continues.
Aye, don't send innocents to war, not their war, but fuck politic dumbasses. Let ppl gain some living salaries, nothing luxury, but something to live with, throw some respect if they do weirdo decision about themselves... don't act like an assholes who know better how others should be. Don't push anons to such stories, to no stories where they pick a shotguns and aim, anyone.
A large part of my younger self wanted to be a paramedic. But I quickly realized I didn't have the emotional resilience to be one.
I remember watching Nic Cage in "Bringing out the Dead" (Excellent film by the way) and that movie putting the big ol' nope on that plan once and for all in the early 2000's.
My uncle was a paramedic. It really messed him up.
Lost one of my boys a little over a year ago. Still get crippled with grief from time to time - maybe every other day now instead of multiple times a day. It gets easier, but never easy. In the process of getting a ring with some of his ashes built into them and I think that'll be pretty special to get to bring him everywhere I go.
Not looking for condolences, just wanted to put this perspective out there in a sea of folks who seemed to have bad relationships with their parents. To those: I'm sorry. I can't imagine.
Thank you for sharing your experience. As someone who doesn't have kids to begin with I can't even begin to imagine
Sending love your way <3
Not to worry, I have no family to lose me.
Don't do it
We're right here, bro.
As an old and retired paramedic myself, there are definitely parts of me, as a human being, that will never grow back. And I worked in a rural area where you work on neighbors, family, and friends mostly. It was never easy to explain to the family that might be present that not me or god could fix what was wrong. I also did a few suicides over the years. Never easy and they leave a mark that won't grow back by morning.
The worst thing about any of it, was meeting a family member in a cafe or store in our small town. And they would invariably come up to me and give me a hug and tell me how grateful they were that I was there for them. Despite the fact I couldn't do shit for the dead person beyond calling dispatch and telling them to send law enforcement to come and do their paperwork and secure the scene until the funeral home got there to haul the body away.
It ruined that scene in the The Princess Bride for me.
Do you hear that, Fezzik? That is the sound of ultimate suffering. My heart made that sound when Rugen slaughtered my father.
I've heard it to varying degrees, but the worst was the kid that shot themself by accident because dad got drunk and left his handgun out. Mom made it to the hospital and was obviously distraught ... then she saw the body.
The noise she made is indescribable. An overcrowded, chaotic Emergency Department full of hardened nurses and doctors dropped into 5 seconds of complete silence and inactivity. Even other patients screaming in pain stopped.
It triggers some primal response in your brain you didn't know exists until you hear it. It will stay with you for the rest of your life. The sound a mother makes she she sees her dead child is inarguably the worst sound in the world.
I think often just being there makes a big difference, even if there's nothing that can be done.
I'm sorry, that sounds so hard. Handling logistics in a traumatic situation is such a hugely important task. Definitely don't sell yourself short. Even is you didn't do anything you're "holding space"
A similar experience I had was when I saw my mom cry and pay respects to my grandpa for the last time as he was sent to be cremated.
I respected my grandfather but as we lived half way across the world, I wasn't emotionally attached to him and didn't feel very sad. But seeing my mom, usually a very silly lady and a very strong, loving grandma herself, turn into a daughter saying goodbye to her dad in tears for that split second broke my heart.
My dad was a drunk and made sure I learned every racist term in the book before I was 12. I'm sure he'd be devastated if I managed to kill myself, without ever realizing how much he contributed to the desire in the first place.
My life has only gotten better since he died. Rest in piss old man, I'm glad you're dead.
Edits: also, single moms rule — I'd fight a T-Rex for my mom. I'd lose, but god damnit I'd try.
I'd be willing to help you train to fight the T-Rex. You don't have to lose.
perhaps he shouldn't have sent his son to iraq ?
Does everyone in this comment section have a horrible relationship with their father??
What the hell, am I the only one here NOT hating my parents??
... this is the tame, fishbowl, lemmy version of 4chan community.
Yes, yes obviously most of the people here come from very fucked up families.
... do you think normal, well adjusted, happily raised children... tend to end up anywhere near 4chan?
There's a reason 4chan has been repeatedly targetted and 4channers have been repeadtedly weaponized by extreme right wing political groups.
4chan's demographic is primarily fucked up young men/boys.
I think it's survivorship bias. People with functional relationships with their parents (myself included) probably don't feel much need to weigh in.
People's families are complicated, and sometimes they need to vent. I (generally) don't see a problem with giving them space to do so.
This is the exact reason I'm choosing to just scroll past some of these comments that are missing the bigger picture.
My own relationship with my family is incredibly complicated. But it's not really about the family. It's about the fact that somebody will miss you. But when you're that deep into depression, it's really hard to see.
Cherish that fact.
People rarely feel the need to talk about how good their relationship with their dad is. Well except for one friend of mine, but to be fair to her her dad sounds exceptionally good.
But yeah, my father and I haven't been on speaking terms in a decade.
So do it after Dad dies is what I'm reading.
Dad, Mom, sibs, close friends, person who's nice to you at the bus stop, and of course the person you hate most in the world
Mom is already dead so that's one name off the list.
Be careful keeping a list with names ticked off or crossed out, that may raise suspicion.
Especially when you only cross them off after they're dead.
I saw my dad lose his best friend to suicide in my teens. I've struggled with suicidal ideation since before even that. I'm not close to my dad, I have lots of issues with the man, but I can never put him through that again, no matter what.
I've lost several people to suicide. The hardest was a good friend I'd known for years and who had been my roommate one summer.
That one was 25 years ago and it still hurts.