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(Daily Mail)   Scary: Depressed 13-year-old boy cuts himself. Scarier: Posts on Instagram that he is going to kill himself on his birthday. Better: His mom finds out and asks for letters of support on facebook. BEST: He has received thousands and is doing better   (dailymail.co.uk) divider line 235
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2013-03-11 01:10:59 PM
Using a butter knife does not make you a tough guy.
 
2013-03-11 01:15:39 PM
This thread is depressing. My boy turns 13 on Friday. He seems like a pretty happy go-lucky kid, goofy as hell, but I remember 13 and I have warned him that at any moment, he could go full emo.
 
2013-03-11 01:15:58 PM
Who thinks combing your hair forward like that looks good?

/aisle seat please. I am also fat and like to let my fat hang out into the aisle.

Can we stop asking for aisle or window seat on a filght to hell.  Does that even make sense? On a flight to hell you actually think you would have a choice of aisle or window? No, it will be nothing but middle seats and you wil be sitting between types of people you hate
 
2013-03-11 01:18:43 PM
12-13 sucks for everybody.  I had one of my very good friends start getting all of his friends to make fun of me.  Bullying sucks, but I consider myself lucky that my parents raised me right so that I was well adjusted enough to handle it.  I tried ignoring it for about a half year, but then I just kicked his ass. That helped things quite a bit.

/It also helps when you meet new friends who start spreading rumors that you're going to beat the hell out of the bullies after school.
//didn't know about the rumors until I was called into the principal's office.
///csb
 
2013-03-11 01:19:42 PM
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2013-03-11 01:20:36 PM

bruegel: Who thinks combing your hair forward like that looks good?

/aisle seat please. I am also fat and like to let my fat hang out into the aisle.

Can we stop asking for aisle or window seat on a filght to hell.  Does that even make sense? On a flight to hell you actually think you would have a choice of aisle or window? No, it will be nothing but middle seats and you wil be sitting between types of people you hate


So fat people?
 
2013-03-11 01:21:19 PM

bruegel: Can we stop asking for aisle or window seat on a filght to hell. Does that even make sense? On a flight to hell you actually think you would have a choice of aisle or window? No, it will be nothing but middle seats and you wil be sitting between types of people you hate


Damn, I knew my hatred of 18 year old nymphomaniac bikini supermodels would come back to bite me in the ass some day.
 
2013-03-11 01:23:47 PM
In today's addition of "How to Make a Borderline Personality" ...
 
2013-03-11 01:25:01 PM

xanadian: shifty lookin bleeder: He's been called 'fat,' 'ugly,' 'annoying,' 'loser,' and 'TotalFark target demographic', amongst other terrible names.

Watch yourself, sonny, or someone'll sponsor your ugly, fat, losering ass.


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2013-03-11 01:26:51 PM
I heard some of the letters gave him instructions on how to make pipe bombs
 
2013-03-11 01:31:59 PM
A hair style like that on an overweight kid is like

throughthevalleycomics.com
 
2013-03-11 01:32:09 PM

Random Anonymous Blackmail: Maybe mom should have been a little more attentive to what is going on in her kids life.


You can always tell which Farkers don't have any kids of their own.
 
2013-03-11 01:34:38 PM

ghare: Random Anonymous Blackmail: Maybe mom should have been a little more attentive to what is going on in her kids life.

You can always tell which Farkers don't have any kids of their own.


Then whose kids do they have?
 
2013-03-11 01:36:30 PM
Depression sucks.  This kid needs to do something about his situation, and possibly seek some mental help to help him learn to see things better.  He might be feeling better now, but as soon as the euphoria of getting tons of friendly letters wears off, he'll be right back where he started...
 
2013-03-11 01:37:06 PM

Gifted Many Few: Then whose kids do they have?


The milk man's.
 
2013-03-11 01:43:09 PM
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2013-03-11 01:43:27 PM
I also think exercise would be a good course of action. It's not only about looking good, it does wonders for confidence and self-esteem. Studies have shown regular exercise to be far more effective than anti-depressants.
 
2013-03-11 01:43:30 PM

Could've been worse.

/b/

You came to US for help?
What the fork is wrong with you ?



// Not motivated enough to find the demotivational poster.
 
2013-03-11 01:45:41 PM

ThunderChild: The only thing that can get someone to feel better about themselves is a good support network, whether that's friends, parents or random strangers from the internet sending you mail


No.
 
2013-03-11 01:46:17 PM
I thought this was the internet and we tell people who are suicidal that they are pussies for not doing it and being all talk
 
2013-03-11 01:46:34 PM
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Why would you want people to send paper to someone who likes to cut himself?
 
2013-03-11 01:48:56 PM
What a ridiculous, half-assed joke.  He's a whiny little attention whore.  If you're going to kill yourself, you don't tell everyone and you sure as shiat don't give everybody PLENTY of time to stop you.

What he did was guarantee that someone would see his "cry for help attention" and come running and give baby a hug.

Those aren't cuts, those are scratches.  He can't even self-harm correctly.

He is a fat, entitled pussy who didn't get enough titty time with mommy and can't BELIEVE that everyone doesn't coddle him like he wants.

He doesn't need an institution, he needs summer camp and a spanking.
 
2013-03-11 01:51:31 PM

Agent Smiths Laugh: rkiller1: [www.marketoracle.co.uk image 170x241]

What do you want you moon-faced assassin of joy?


Nice. Is that really the same guy?
 
2013-03-11 01:53:21 PM
BY all means, let's teach this child that grand dramatic self-destructive actions are an instant ticket to sympathy and attention.  I am sure that will help him turn into a well adjusted adult.
 
2013-03-11 01:55:55 PM
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2013-03-11 01:56:01 PM

abfalter: BY all means, let's teach this child that grand dramatic self-destructive actions are an instant ticket to sympathy and attention.  I am sure that will help him turn into a well adjusted adult.


calling his bluff > feeding the attention monster
 
2013-03-11 01:56:47 PM
So rather than get him a check up with a local shrink, mom gets support from the local community.


Geez,I wonder if he'll do extreme things in the future to garner attention again?
 
2013-03-11 01:57:27 PM
Whine whine whine. Let him kill himself. I would think the people who really are serious about suicide aren't going to be crying out for help. Call the little bastard's bluff.
 
2013-03-11 01:57:52 PM

ThunderChild: xanadian: FTFA: Noah Brocklebank, a seventh-grader from Columbia, Md., has been bullied by his classmates for years. He's been called 'fat,' 'ugly,' 'annoying,' and loser,' amongst other terrible names.

1. Kids are assholes, *especially* at that age, and I'm glad the kid is getting help.
2. If he's so bothered by not just the name-calling, and it's his physique that's drawing all this negative attention, there's a solution: GET IN SHAPE, GO OUTSIDE, BE ACTIVE. Mommy Dearest, this is YOUR cue as a parent to support him in this.
3. He's no fatter than 90% of the other kids I see these days, but he's gotta lose that Bieber do. Yipes!

You were never bullied as a kid were you? Lucky you. The problem with being bullies is EVERYTHING you do becomes a target for them. 'Hey fatty, why don't you exercise?' becomes 'haha, look at the fat kid trying to run', which becomes 'why do you care so much about looking good, you shallow asshole'.

I'm not saying he shouldn't exercise because of that by any means, but it should be done for him, not them, because it won't help the problem. The best solution I found was to make a bigger effort to socialise, find a couple of people who share your interests and genuinely don't care what you look like.

The only thing that can get someone to feel better about themselves is a good support network, whether that's friends, parents or random strangers from the internet sending you mail.


This doesn't just happen to kids, it happens to overweight and obese adults too, although it usually less direct and instead its either whispers on the side that you can still usually hear, or just *the look* from self-righteous gym rats.
 
2013-03-11 01:58:24 PM

ThunderChild: 'why do you care so much about looking good, you shallow asshole'.


Said nobody in high school, ever.  Mostly because it can be responded to with a pithy "Because if I had to look worse than you my whole life, I would probably kill myself."
 
2013-03-11 01:59:21 PM

Hyperbolic Hyperbole: abfalter: BY all means, let's teach this child that grand dramatic self-destructive actions are an instant ticket to sympathy and attention.  I am sure that will help him turn into a well adjusted adult.

calling his bluff > feeding the attention monster


I'm sure he will be diagnosed with ADD, ADHD, Aspergers, Auto Immune Deficiency, or something to keep him well medicated and utterly useless in society.
 
2013-03-11 02:01:20 PM
Read those thousands of letters of support, then stop once you realize that others, mostly strangers, defining your self-worth is infinitely more depressing than your original position....

Then, in the spoken words of the Pink Fairies and the subliminal words of Judas Priest, do it do it do it do it....
 
2013-03-11 02:02:44 PM

Gifted Many Few: Hyperbolic Hyperbole: abfalter: BY all means, let's teach this child that grand dramatic self-destructive actions are an instant ticket to sympathy and attention.  I am sure that will help him turn into a well adjusted adult.

calling his bluff > feeding the attention monster

I'm sure he will be diagnosed with ADD, ADHD, Aspergers, Auto Immune Deficiency, or something to keep him well medicated and utterly useless in society.


i suppose my feeling is that if you can be taunted into killing yourself, chances are you're not going to be of much use to society.
 
2013-03-11 02:04:03 PM
I'm probably going to get crucified for this but...when did kids get so soft?
 
2013-03-11 02:04:34 PM

Tommy Moo: This is how it should work. Not sure about MD, but in NY he'd be put under mental health arrest, which involves no actual care, and is little different that prison. They hold you for 72 hours and keep you under constant surveillance, while denying you access to shoestrings, silverware, etc. Just what every depressed kid needs: to be stripped of his dignity and paraded around a hospital with his shoes falling off, shoveling mashed potatoes into his mouth with his bare hands like a toddler. Most people come out feeling everything they went in with, plus anger and humiliation on top.


Sounds like a great deterrent for kids like this. It's the top down approach. Be normal or be punished.
 
2013-03-11 02:04:43 PM

jaylectricity: If I wasn't absolutely positive that I wanted to kill myself, having thousands of people knowing about it surely would push me over the edge.


My thoughts too. This could have easily backfired.
 
2013-03-11 02:04:44 PM
13 was an awesome age. It's the first year that you stopped going to generic one size fits all schools and instead feel the freeing sensation of segregation by intelligence. Just imagine, the entire student body having a well above average intelligence. Suddenly bullying rates, as well as other social undesirable behaviour, drops really fast.

/The one year that the building had to be shared with the people from the lower schooling standards stuff started going missing.
 
2013-03-11 02:05:25 PM
Maybe he will figure out how FOS all of his peers are by the time he hits high school, so he can skip the emo, and go straight punk rock.  It's a hopeful thought.
 
2013-03-11 02:05:35 PM

xanadian: shifty lookin bleeder: He's been called 'fat,' 'ugly,' 'annoying,' 'loser,' and 'TotalFark target demographic', amongst other terrible names.

Watch yourself, sonny, or someone'll sponsor your ugly, fat, losering ass.


Done.
 
2013-03-11 02:06:13 PM
I am so glad i am not the only one who think he's a AW
 
2013-03-11 02:06:18 PM
Awww, look at those neat, shallow scratches.  Sure, there are quite a few of them, but it's really no different than what my cat can do when she's playing.

This kid was never suicidal. Somebody who wants to die will just up and do it, they won't go through all the theatrics of setting up pictures and posting them on the internet or scheduling their death according to meaningful dates.  They just. farking. Do it.
 
2013-03-11 02:10:35 PM

DerAppie: 13 was an awesome age.


When I was about 13, all of my friends were going on dates with girls. As for me, I spent most nights playing Nintendo and jacking off on pages I'd ripped out of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue at the local Ralph's. I really liked girls, but the idea of convincing one to go out on a date with me, much less kiss me, seemed daunting if not impossible.

I was fat. Hell yeah I was fat. My pale skin and ridiculous fat rolls earned me the nickname "Michelin." It wasn't the happiest time for me.

You see, I let my home life, which was dreadful at the time, overrun my ability to develop social skills. Some people use social time as an escape from a crappy home life. I supplanted with donuts and books. And while books are great and I'm not saying anyone should stay away from books, all the sitting on my ass didn't help. So I became a fat, bookish, powdered sugar covered recluse which, to be honest, would have suited me fine if I wasn't forced outside to go to school five days a week. I faked illness whenever I could. Somehow, despite choosing to be a doughy social retard, it still hurt when other people noticed.

I just wanted to be invisible.

It was sort of a dismal point in my life. I didn't really want to jump through hoops to find myself in anyone's favor, but it would have been nice to jump out of my skin for a day here, a week there, and just live the life everyone else seemed to be living. And so the friends I did havewere always the types who understood that. People with whom you could sit in a room saying and doing nothing and still consider it a good time at the end of the day. Unfortunately, their time for me was in rapid decline.

I couldn't count on my mom's friends to show pity on a sexually uneducated boy - my mom's friends were all middle eastern men. I began to question the point of my existence if I was going to spend it alone and in vain, only to die alone and forgotten.

Flash forward a few months to July 18th, 1998. It's 5am and I've been awake all night, sitting on my faux leather recliner, staring at the television. Teletubbies is about to come on and freak me the hell out.

Steve, I say to myself, you are in a funk. And I agreed with myself because, well, I was tired of having that argument where I tell myself everything's okay and that rubbing one out into an empty carton of rocky road ice cream wasn't that terrible a life to lead.

So every morning at 5am for the rest of that summer, I went outside for a run. I ran all the way my chubby legs would take me. At first, it wasn't terribly far, but by mid-August, I could make it two blocks without breaking a sweat (which may have been cheating because the sun didn't come out until 7am those days and while I wasn't shivering as I ran, heat wasn't a factor in my fatigue). In fact, I started sweating a lot less doing a lot of things.

However, expending all that energy was making me even hungrier , and I was still eating like crap. I looked and felt better than ever, but I was still fat as f*ck. So one day, probably August 30th or so, I stop by Karen's house. She lives about four houses down the street from me.

Karen is the closest thing our neighborhood had to a fitness celebrity. Think John Basedow with incredible tits. Anyway, I thought I'd stop by to see if she could give me a few pointers on eating right and maybe a good solid budget analysis on what it would cost to eat like a skinny person.

So I knock on her door. I figure she'll be up because I've noticed that most days she, like me, is up going through her morning exercise routine. I can kind of make out what sounds like music playing, so I decide to wait. My patience was rewarded as just ten short minutes later, an exhausted but glowing Karen shows up. I could tell she'd been sweating profusely and I'd be lying if it didn't excite me a little. Of course, being only thirteen, thinking about the cartoon lizard striptease I saw when I was seven gave my chubby little nub a tickle.

"Hello, Steven," she said, smiling, "how can I help you?"

"Karen, I mean, umm, Ms. Taylor, umm," I sputtered.

"Yes?" she said, smiling perhaps larger still.

"Hi," I said, feeling more than a little retarded, "I was just wondering, well, you're really in shape. And I'm trying to get in shape, and I'm running every morning now and-"

"I've seen you out there lately," she grinned, "Why don't you come inside and you can ask me your question over a nice glass of carrot juice, darlin'."

"Um, okay," I said. I wasn't prepared for this. And if I wasn't already sweating like crazy, I certainly would be now.

"You can take a seat in the parlor," she said, pointing a finger into a doorway on the left, "I'll be right in with some refreshments."

I seated myself at a luxurious recliner in the corner of the parlor. A beautiful, chocolate brown honest to goodness leather recliner. I was in heaven. Or at least I thought I was until Karen sauntered into the parlor.

Then I knew I was in Heaven.

I had never seen a naked woman before. Her breasts swayed playfully as she approached the recliner in which I was seated. She handed me a mug and sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of me.

"Drink up," she insisted, "it tastes great. Nothing quite like something that's both good and good for you," she said.

I obliged without a second thought. Truth be told, it tasted terrible, but God himself was not going to yank the smile off my face.

"You have a lovely house," I said, choking the juice down.

"You like what you see?" she asked, smiling once again.

Part of me wondered if she could see my erection threatening to bust through my pants.

"Y-yes," I said, now choking on the question, "very much."

"I decorated it myself," she went on, "I really think the mint green trim sets off the leather. Makes it pop, you know?" I took another gulp of carrot juice and nodded, but she seemed not to notice.

And then she leaned in closer.

"Do you like my trim, Steve?" she whispered, her breasts now heaving over my mug, "You've done nothing but stare at it since I walked in here."

I tried to speak but my throat seemed to inexplicably swell shut with fear.

"Do you like it?" she repeated.

I nodded forcefully, the nerves in my hands tipping my mug over and onto her chest.

"Ohmygodimsorry, I-I-" I stammered.

"Oh, dear," she said, getting to her feet. The juice was dripping down her body and onto the carpet. She seemed upset at first, but then a flash of brilliance, or perhaps evil, crept across her face. She smiled and said, "You'll just have to clean this up, won't you?"

"Yes, I, um, ye-" I spat out, tripping over my tongue, "wiwhat?"

"Steve, you're not going anywhere until you finish your juice."

"What?" I asked, confused.

She ran a silky hand over my face. It trailed up to the top of my head, and then she pushed me to the floor.

"Finish it."

I did the first thing that came to mind and began sucking the juice out of the carpet fibers. What tasted terrible in a mug seemed like liquid death coming out of the carpet, but I had no choice but to continue as Karen placed her foot upon my head and pressed down hard. I bit my tongue as my face mashed into the carpet. I could feel my tongue bleeding into my mouth, which I tried to keep shut lest Karen make me suck that out of the carpet too.

I felt the pressure of her foot ease, and soon she was helping me up onto my knees. She returned to her seat at the edge of the coffee table.

"Good," she said, biting her lower lip, "but I have this little problem I need your help with. I'm spilling my juice, too."

"What?"

Again I felt the silk in her touch as it ran up my forehead. She grabbed a handful of my hair, this time pulling my face onto her carpet.

"I'm sorry," I said, breathing heavily into her vajarpet, "I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing down here, and this is really my firs-"

"Shut up and eat, Steve," she commanded.

"Well, okay," I shrugged.

And getting to my feet, I left Karen's house, went home and microwaved myself some pizza.

F*ck yeah, pizza.
 
2013-03-11 02:11:11 PM
Best way to deal with this is to say "Go ahead."

99% of people who annouce they are going to off themselves are attention whoring.

/People with real suicidal thoughts are to hungry to be funny.
 
2013-03-11 02:17:01 PM
I'm glad the fat, ugly, annoying loser will be okay.

Seriously, though, as the parent of an 8-year-old with a 130 IQ but a marked lack of social development, I'm always worried about how other kids are perceiving my daughter and treating her as a result.   In so many ways a kid like that is far ahead of her peers, but in social circles she's the awkward, annoying, creepy kid.

I'm very worried for her teenaged years, and I can only hope she develops that same small core group of friends that I found at that age.  It helped me weather the storm of ostracization that can so easily turn kids to desperate acts.

Sounds like this kid in TFA was an extreme example, but it's more common than many parents realize.
 
2013-03-11 02:18:19 PM

keepitcherry: I'm probably going to get crucified for this but...when did kids get so soft?


You mean the fat?  Or the fact that he's a pussy?
 
2013-03-11 02:18:47 PM
Having lived with someone that constantly threatened suicide and made lame attempts for years, and after learning how to cut everything with a fork because you had to take all the guns and knives out of the house I'm skeptical about his dedication. Self-inflicted cuts aren't scratches. Sometimes they are deep but they never go with the vein instead of across it. I can't count the times breaking down the door and finding blood everywhere. But it doesn't take much blood to paint a bathroom mirror.  A little dab will-do-ya.  The publishing of crap like this only gives him a new low to achieve.  If he is reading any responses on here I hope he sucks it up and realizes he is in a temporary situation that doesn't need a permanent solution.

And yes I have kids.  They are past the weepy stage all kids seem to go through where they magnify everything and live in paranoia.  It isn't a nice time, but they get through it.  I like to tell them about the life ratio.  Dead at ~75 and only 4 of those years is in high school.  Once you are out screw those people.  You never have to see them again.  Get your revenge by living comfortable in your own skin, and once you are out of the house you are at least 1/4 dead so make it count.

In my situation it ended with a loaded Ruger Blackhawk 44 mag handed over to the person in question with instructions to please do it outside so we wouldn't have to clean it off the walls. We won't stop you, just pull the trigger and put us out of our misery. If you don't want you, we don't want you.  After that there was no more talk about suicide.  The magic pill was there for the taking and we got all our guns and knives back in the house.  There is only so much you can put up with and if they followed through I would have zero guilt. Please note this is after years and years of the 'best' shrinks in the field and facilities that were +$500 per day until we lost almost everything. And that was in the 80's.  I can't imagine what it costs per day now to have a nutcase pampered.  You eventually get to the point of suggesting ways your particular Eeyore can off themselves.

The plus side is the person is still alive and living a decent life after they got their crap semi-straight but they are still bonkers and self-absorbed.  But you always hate them for their selfishness.  And in my experience you can tell who is serious.  The ones that are hysterical and berserk and vocal don't do it.  The ones that are initially subtle and calm and at peace follow through.

The double plus is I am able to cut a super thin slice of cheddar using a fork, the handle side of a spoon, an index card, or a driver's license.
 
2013-03-11 02:25:04 PM
Having known a couple of people who have committed suicide, this is what I have learned...  When someone says they are planning on doing it, they are not.  They are looking for someone to tell them not to do it.

If someone really wants out, they just do it.  And no one ever seems to notice the signs of it coming until after the deed is done.

This is why when my wife says to me, "My friend is threatening suicide again...", I just say, "well, then she's just fine.  Don't worry about it."
 
2013-03-11 02:28:18 PM

durbnpoisn: Having known a couple of people who have committed suicide, this is what I have learned...  When someone says they are planning on doing it, they are not.  They are looking for someone to tell them not to do it.

If someone really wants out, they just do it.  And no one ever seems to notice the signs of it coming until after the deed is done.

This is why when my wife says to me, "My friend is threatening suicide again...", I just say, "well, then she's just fine.  Don't worry about it."


Unless nobody gives a shiat. Then they do it. So if you give a shiat, you take the threat seriously. If you don't...who cares what happens to them?
 
2013-03-11 02:29:44 PM
Hyperbolic Hyperbole

You nailed it right there! I have seen it and lived it. While you are a kid its "Oh no, you have so much to live for, you are barely starting your life, blah blah blah"

Once you hit 18-20? "WTF? you loser, get up and man up you pansy! blah blah blah."

Personally, I am over the faux concerns when you are a kid, and certainly over the real disdain I have faced on most of my adult days. Face it, no one cares and no one is going to mourn you when you actually do check out. Either you find the strength to carry on, or you spend your entire life wanting to die and hoping someone will take you up on it.

You Must Construct Additional Pylons:  99% of people who announce they are going to off themselves are attention whoring.
 

Then there is the .2% who want to die, but are too cowardly to actually do it. Received a reply recently from someone who said the same thing, pointing out that if I really wanted to do it, I would not have posted it. I replied "What does that prove? No one on here can find me to actually stop me, so telling you lot is akin to telling no one. If I actually do find the courage to end my life, telling everyone on here is not going to change one thing."

No reply. As usual. To date, I have not found a single person, either IRL or on here who has ever actually won this argument with me. Even had a supposed 'shrink' on a site agree I should just blow my head off.

/if only I could
//still considering the advice of going to the 'ghetto' part of town and getting one of those idiot tough guys to do it
 
2013-03-11 02:32:15 PM

theMagni: xanadian: shifty lookin bleeder: He's been called 'fat,' 'ugly,' 'annoying,' 'loser,' and 'TotalFark target demographic', amongst other terrible names.

Watch yourself, sonny, or someone'll sponsor your ugly, fat, losering ass.

Done.


I see what you did there, you magnificent bastard!

A sincere 'thank you!' from me and a sincere 'you asshole!' from my boss.
 
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