I have been one of those who wanted to do this. It was when I was a child of about 12 years old. My home life was not great at all. My father was extremely strict and made rules and decision based on the most rediculous things. My siblings were usually treated much better than I was and for no reason. I spent most of my childhood screaming in side yet to afraid to find help. I am a 43 year old woman now and remember how I felt then, like it was just yesterday. I was a prisoner inside myself. One evening I took a handful of Bufferin... probably only about 10. the next day I wasn't moving quite fast enough for my father on the way to ski lessons and when I broke down crying I admitted that I had taken a bunch of the pills. His only response was, "at least you won't have a headache". You have no idea how much courage it took for me to tell him what I had done. Again I was pushed to the side and ordered onto the hill for lessons. This is a very simple example of what I went through for years on end. emotional abuse and occassional physical abuse. I hate him to this day. He still has a way of getting to me. I have decided not to communicate with him and it has been approximately 6 months. still hard not to hear and feel what i was going through. I still understand very well why I entertained the thought and started the process. Yes it is sad and very much real. don't ever expect anyone to think of the carnage being left behind for everyone else to feel....everyone else being those who were aiding in inflicting what brought me to that point
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I have been one of those who wanted to do this. It was when I was a child of about 12 years old. My home life was not great at all. My father was extremely strict and made rules and decision based on the most rediculous things. My siblings were usually treated much better than I was and for no reason. I spent most of my childhood screaming in side yet to afraid to find help. I am a 43 year old woman now and remember how I felt then, like it was just yesterday. I was a prisoner inside myself. One evening I took a handful of Bufferin... probably only about 10. the next day I wasn't moving quite fast enough for my father on the way to ski lessons and when I broke down crying I admitted that I had taken a bunch of the pills. His only response was, "at least you won't have a headache". You have no idea how much courage it took for me to tell him what I had done. Again I was pushed to the side and ordered onto the hill for lessons. This is a very simple example of what I went through for years on end. emotional abuse and occassional physical abuse. I hate him to this day. He still has a way of getting to me. I have decided not to communicate with him and it has been approximately 6 months. still hard not to hear and feel what i was going through. I still understand very well why I entertained the thought and started the process. Yes it is sad and very much real. don't ever expect anyone to think of the carnage being left behind for everyone else to feel....everyone else being those who were aiding in inflicting what brought me to that point
January 4, 2011 - 11:59amThis Comment
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