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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 69
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2013-03-11 12:48:00 PM  
8 votes:

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.
2013-03-11 12:07:57 PM  
7 votes:
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.
2013-03-11 01:43:09 PM  
6 votes:
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2013-03-11 12:42:15 PM  
4 votes:
13 was the worst age. Get well soon kid.
2013-03-11 03:20:24 PM  
3 votes:

Wobble: As a parent going through a very similar situation with my 12 year old daughter, I fail to see the humor in most of the posts on here.  This is a cry for help, not attention.  You children that choose to downplay the seriousness of this problem need to get out of your mom's basement, find a girl (good luck), get married and have a kid.  If this is still funny in 13 or 14 years, then make your jokes.  That will just prove you're still a self centered asshole.


Oh farking bullshiat.  Kids are learing that they get "Facebook memorials" when they try to do this attention whore bullshiat.  Why the sudden rash of kids giving themselves minor flesh wounds (and I mean MINOR) and getting pages of "likes" for it?  Because parents feed that bullshiat.  The kid needs attention alright, in the form of a proper asswhooping, not some bullshiat 'time out'.  The problem is absolutely created by the coddling parents who only give their kids attention when they pull this shiat not when they need help with homework or someone to listen to them when they had a bad day.  They are being TRAINED to do this shiat.  The world is a WAY better place than it was for my parents generation or the generation before that, we now cry when unemployment hits 10% (ask your grandparents about what they faced!) or need to talk to psychologists due to these "Horrible wars" that killed 4000 US troops over 10 years (a bad afternoon taking a French hamlet a generation ago).  Kids these days cut themselves when they don't get the right iPhone or if someone calls them 'fat', well life is tough and it can be WAY the fark tougher so it's time to stop REWARDING this bullshiat.
2013-03-11 12:45:15 PM  
3 votes:
Achievement: Attention Whore status
2013-03-11 12:45:07 PM  
3 votes:
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.
2013-03-11 11:52:46 AM  
3 votes:
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!
2013-03-11 11:23:49 PM  
2 votes:
First, if you're going to kill yourself, who gives a crap if you go into debt?

'go into debt'? You mean 'are in debt'. and no, I don't care about it. Based on the number of phone calls I get each day, there are plenty of people that do, however, and that is exactly what I need... constant reminders of my complete failure.

Second, you don't know me, so I'm going to pretend I didn't read that.

I assume you are talking about the snarky 'just because you are surviving doesn't mean I can do it' comment. I have to accede that point. That was petty.

You are not the first person in the world that's had to go through this.  You are not special because of depression or suicide.  The flipside to that is the most important -- you are not alone.

And we agree again. I am not special nor will I ever be. SO, since I will not be contributing anything to society, why keep on draining it? Why keep on taking up space that would be better suited for someone who will make that contribution? As for not being alone? I guess that depends on how you look at it.

Nevertheless, you need professional help and not Internet snark.  Get some, and if it doesn't work try a different doctor or counselor.

Professional help? You mean those self-absorbed paper wavers who have no problem pushing handfuls of drugs into my system but can't take five f*****g minutes out of their month to even attempt some kind of thearpy? Or are you referring to the 'doctor' at county who spent three minutes with me one time, and spent those three minutes telling me I needed to get a job so I could go to his private practice and pay him for what he was supposed to be doing at that moment in time? That 'professional help'? Or maybe you are referring to the 'professionals' who denied my workers comp claim over this now permanent back injury because it was a very gradual thing and the law says I only have year, then I am SOL. Those professionals? And if it doesn't work try someone else? Who? And pay them what? I am broke. And, despite the definition having changed over the past 20 years, I am using that word in the traditional sense. Broke. As in no money. As in borrowing the neighbors internet to post this. As in zero dollars. As in eating a $2 bag of cheap store brand Cheetos for dinner. As in looking at a vehicle I cannot afford to drive and will soon be losing it too. B-R-O-K-E. No one in the medical profession is going to even spare me a look with my empty ass wallet.

Help is out there, but their hands are full with other people just like you.  So get in there, make the freaking phone call, and get your crap sorted out.

Help is a 'for profit' industry. I have no profit to give them. Therefore, no help. Yes, their hands are full with others, so just what expectation should I have? Phone call? I have been dragged out of my own shack already for making a phone call. No Thanks.

As I have said, I am a wuss. I can't do it. But, I don't want to live with this failure of a life anymore. I am not some angst ridden teen. I am at the half century mark. There is no greener pasture, no fork in the road, just a cliff. Maybe... just maybe... one day that desire to take control will be able to override that wuss inside and I can make room for someone with potential. Or, once I am really homeless, the elements can do it.

/HA... more wishful thinking... I will just live to be 103 while homeless and wandering the streets like a zombie... like I said, 'God' is not thru playing with me yet.
// BTW, I have tried three times to end it.. not in a 'drama queen' way, but for real... told no one... and failed. Hows that for being a pathetic wuss??
2013-03-11 04:52:05 PM  
2 votes:
I don't claim to have all the answers but here's my life (around 13) in a nut shell:

Youngest in a family of 6. 2 older sisters one older brother.

I was enrolled in what in an elite private school, that my parents could not afford. My dad left us to look for work 12 hours away, so I never saw him.

Mom was busy talking to schools to convince them to allow us to stay enrolled. She exchanged her time for tuition assistance. (yea yeah I've wondered what she really did)

I was the official "poor" kid who lived in his grandma's house, who was always late (public transportation was unreliable and expensive)

Bullies didn't call me FAT or loser or  anything like that. They instead focused on reminding me of my loser older brother, and my two older sisters, who according to their "facts" were 17 and 19 year old prostitutes. I mean, how else could they afford to attend private schools.

The bullying was also physical but never criminal.

I never told my mom or wrote to my dad about it because I knew they wouldnt fix it and I knew it would hurt them more.

Instead I did what most normal kids do: you deal with it to the best of your abilities and whatever happens happens.

Seems to me that cutting your arms and threatening suicide has more to do with kids trying to punish Mom and Dad than a real problem.

Selfish motherfarkers you all are. Why would you do that to Mom and Dad?
2013-03-11 04:23:46 PM  
2 votes:

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.


This happened to my friend in Chicago. He has lost what little faith he had in people before and it only worsened after.
2013-03-11 03:57:47 PM  
2 votes:
I *loved* middle school. Almost everyone tried picked on me, but I had a little group of ESL students that followed me around. They didn't know why I was considered such a freak, but they knew I watched out for them. I got to learn about their cultures a lot. I told everyone I was an alien, so of course they would come and pick on me. But when they couldn't prove me wrong (ah, middle school logic, so much like political logic... there's no insight to be had there I'm sure), I got to claim I was right. I was somehow relentlessly and belligerently cheerful. Straight D's and hardly knew which way was up. Good times.

Now grade school was awful. 100 kids per grade and one clique controlled everything including the perceptions of the teachers. I had no autonomy and I got in trouble if I invented stories. No way out. For me, it was about having a space to myself. I've been a devoted introvert since.
2013-03-11 02:46:08 PM  
2 votes:

The My Little Pony Killer: 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.


This.  Anyone who has seen what an actual cutter will do to themselves knows those are just for attention.
2013-03-11 02:06:18 PM  
2 votes:
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 01:48:56 PM  
2 votes:
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 01:43:27 PM  
2 votes:
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 01:23:47 PM  
2 votes:
In today's addition of "How to Make a Borderline Personality" ...
2013-03-11 01:15:58 PM  
2 votes:
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 12:55:20 PM  
2 votes:
Sure. Legitimize his misguided teenage angst so the next time he feels bad and thinks about suicide he'll think it's justified and actually do it.
2013-03-11 12:53:35 PM  
2 votes:
I heard a place called  4chanis a wonderful online community for support and comfort. He could post his pictures there. Supposedly, the posters there are full of advice.
2013-03-11 12:48:43 PM  
2 votes:
Emo kid gets attention. Film at 11.
2013-03-11 12:16:44 PM  
2 votes:
I know this is an assumption the size of the Milky Way, but that single picture of the mother screams "I AM THE MOST IMPORTANT CREATURE IN THE WORLD." I bet the kid is suffering due to the mother's ignorance of parenting.

/giant, massive assumptions and generalizations.
//Wha father whar?
2013-03-12 05:22:29 AM  
1 votes:

AbortionsForAll: If he was in fact suicidal, he wouldn't have warned the internet of his intentions.


Right, because no one has ever killed themselves after announcing it on the internet.

lovegravy: The problem is he's fat and doesn't like it. Hiding that isn't fixing it.


Being fat, or being unhappy about it isn't the problem. He could probably be just fine with it if he wasn't mocked for it. The bullying IS the problem. That, bad parenting of the other kids, and teachers not controlling their students.
2013-03-11 09:42:28 PM  
1 votes:
MAIL ONLINE is not a real news agency, they are a tabloid.  they make stuff up. jeeez.
2013-03-11 08:46:23 PM  
1 votes:

mbillips: LDM90: 13 was the worst age. Get well soon kid.

THIS. I was fairly popular at 13, played football and was in the band, and was still miserable. One big raw nerve; worst year of my life for no reason other than being 13.


I HATED middle school. In hindsight, I would rather have endured a DECADE of high school
than those two years of middle school.

I had a fair number of friends, but was ill-equpped to navigate the social waters of kids trying
to figure out who they are and cannibalizing anybody who was deemed different. I also wore
my heart on my sleeve - couldn't hide a crush to save my life. I was tall, gangly, and had no
boobs to speak of. I looked like a short-haired bucktoothed elf. Guess how many guys *liked*
knowing I had a crush on them?

My youngest son just started middle school last August. He's a lot like me as far as the heart
on sleeve thing. He likes this one girl a lot. They've been friends since 4th grade and she
kind of took him under her wing in 5th grade when some of the other kids picked on him for
being "different" (he's an Aspie / HFA). He gets some teasing about liking her, but I actually
think that the Asperger's is a gift - he doesn't "get" the social nuances so a lot of the comments
just roll right off.
2013-03-11 07:18:29 PM  
1 votes:
The kid wasn't going to kill himself. It was just a cry for help and attention. At least it worked for him.
2013-03-11 05:35:52 PM  
1 votes:

The Great EZE: lovegravy: So to be clear your solution is to change the entire world to accommodate this kid.

My suggestion is to teach the kids to deal with it Themselves.

Bullying is absolutely wrong, But it is impossible to stop. Millions of kids are bullied and they don't cut themselves. This kid obviously doesn't like himself and a bunch of Facebook likes won't change that.

Maybe I'm naive but I believe that even if we can't fully eradicate a problem it is still worthwhile to try where we can. Or at least minimize the damage. Or at the VERY LEAST not respond to a depressed 13-year-old kid by calling him an attention whore who deserves the hell being brought on him.

One of the lasting impressions I hope my generation leaves on the world is acknowledgement that treating people with respect isn't a sign of weakness, that making a kid who already feels shiatty about life feel even shiattier should be avoided--even if it gives you a "back-in-the-day self-reliance" boner. Because if I ever reach the point where I believe (and this isn't just you, I'm now addressing the general tone of threads like this) the best solution to depression is prodding the depressed person to end it all I hope I manage to do the next generation a service and off myself first.

/Richard Simmons got a lot more desperate people to lose weight, keep it off, and feel better about themselves through "coddling" than Jillian The Barking Shrew Michaels and all the exploitative "Boot Camp" programs in the world ever could.



OK then, tell me how what the mother did will DECREASE the incidence of bullying on her child.

Again, she didn't solve anything.  She made herself feel like she was doing something with the least amount of effort possible and temporarily covered up the problem which will resurface bigger and badder for her actions.
2013-03-11 05:07:05 PM  
1 votes:

lovegravy: So to be clear your solution is to change the entire world to accommodate this kid.

My suggestion is to teach the kids to deal with it Themselves.

Bullying is absolutely wrong, But it is impossible to stop. Millions of kids are bullied and they don't cut themselves. This kid obviously doesn't like himself and a bunch of Facebook likes won't change that.


Maybe I'm naive but I believe that even if we can't fully eradicate a problem it is still worthwhile to try where we can. Or at least minimize the damage. Or at the VERY LEAST not respond to a depressed 13-year-old kid by calling him an attention whore who deserves the hell being brought on him.

One of the lasting impressions I hope my generation leaves on the world is acknowledgement that treating people with respect isn't a sign of weakness, that making a kid who already feels shiatty about life feel even shiattier should be avoided--even if it gives you a "back-in-the-day self-reliance" boner. Because if I ever reach the point where I believe (and this isn't just you, I'm now addressing the general tone of threads like this) the best solution to depression is prodding the depressed person to end it all I hope I manage to do the next generation a service and off myself first.

/Richard Simmons got a lot more desperate people to lose weight, keep it off, and feel better about themselves through "coddling" than Jillian The Barking Shrew Michaels and all the exploitative "Boot Camp" programs in the world ever could.
2013-03-11 04:47:37 PM  
1 votes:
  Also, I was a teenage cutter but went waaaay deeper than that poor boy. Am now addicted to being tattooed so it turns out it was the pain I loved, not seeking attention.
2013-03-11 04:43:29 PM  
1 votes:
   He cuts himself to bring attention to his mother that he is facing ridicule and derision from his peers so naturally dumb ass mom posts it all on faceplant so his peers can post comments full of more ridicule and derision????!!??
 
  Step 2~ win?
2013-03-11 04:19:46 PM  
1 votes:
no one that is serious about killing themselves let's people know ahead of time.  this kid wanted attention.
2013-03-11 04:17:09 PM  
1 votes:
All you sad people coddling him are simply legitimiizng his teenage angst and self drama. By showering attention on him, you only ensure more of thes childish episodes and it will probably escalate when scatching himself doesn't garner attention anymore.
Don't enable him.
2013-03-11 04:16:42 PM  
1 votes:

lovegravy: Poor?  You think poor is an uncontrollable affliction?


It is when you're  not even in high school!
2013-03-11 04:09:00 PM  
1 votes:

Gifted Many Few: Caffandtranqs: Holy crap.  I hope this kid does not know FARK exists.  He'd go hang himself just reading these asinine comments.  I know I can be a real dick at times, but some of you guys take the cake and the pie.

If anyone is pushed over the edge by anything said here, they need to start examining their life choices. I have been called all manner of names here. Some deserved, but most not. If it ever bothers me, I have the common sense to walk away.


I am going to assume that you are also a full grown adult who has not just entered puberty within the last year like this kid.  The farking kid is at an age where he is just now starting to figure out what his identity is.  He has not had time to grow thick skin to the shiatty world yet.  I went to school with guys that were fat, it was that baby fat that hangs around until the guys grows more.  What I see on this thread is a bunch of clueless adults who want the adolescent to act like an adult, not be sad, and not to share his sad feelings (rather hold them in until he decides to really kill himself).
2013-03-11 04:08:15 PM  
1 votes:
Ant:
You know it's possible to defend a group that you don't actually belong to, right?

Defend them from what?  Ever being picked on again?

Unlikely.

The goal should be to get the kid right with himself, not gloss over everything with Facebook 'likes'.  If he liked who he was he wouldn't be cutting himself so either start embracing your fatness or fix it.  Those are about the only options because you cannot make the entire world play nice and 'defending' the kid only postpones the inevitable and probably makes it far worse when he realizes that those facebook 'likes' didn't do anything to improve his situation.

The solution is up to him, not Facebook and certainly not society as a whole.  Protecting him won't help a bit.
Ant
2013-03-11 03:54:39 PM  
1 votes:

lovegravy: The cure for being called fat is to work out, which happens to also be the cure for most forms of bullying.  Parents who hide their kids problems by blaming everyone else will end up with a hopelessly unprepared kid when he has to go out there and deal with his own problems.


So the cure to being bullied is to change yourself to how the bullies think you should be?

Gay? Become straight!
Black? Become white!
Ugly? Plastic surgery!
Too smart? Become a dumbshiat like everybody else!
2013-03-11 03:35:45 PM  
1 votes:
i.imgur.com

"Depressed"?

13 years old?

SERIOUSLY?~
2013-03-11 03:29:33 PM  
1 votes:

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!


When I was a kid (I'm 40 now) there would be fights after school all the time.  Got my butt kicked and dished a few asskickings back too that's part of growing up.  Back then TEACHERS would call you fat if you were fat, call you stupid if you acted like an idiot, etc. and I don't remember any of my classmates giving them a bunch of papercuts for national sympathy.

What a shock when these coddled pricks have to deal with the real world.  If a few facebook likes can cause you to change your mind on SUICIDE then you weren't seriously thinking about it anyway.

The cure for being called fat is to work out, which happens to also be the cure for most forms of bullying.  Parents who hide their kids problems by blaming everyone else will end up with a hopelessly unprepared kid when he has to go out there and deal with his own problems.
2013-03-11 03:10:19 PM  
1 votes:

Wobble: As a parent going through a very similar situation with my 12 year old daughter, I fail to see the humor in most of the posts on here.  This is a cry for help, not attention.  You children that choose to downplay the seriousness of this problem need to get out of your mom's basement, find a girl (good luck), get married and have a kid.  If this is still funny in 13 or 14 years, then make your jokes.  That will just prove you're still a self centered asshole.


farm1.staticflickr.com
2013-03-11 02:54:01 PM  
1 votes:
As a parent going through a very similar situation with my 12 year old daughter, I fail to see the humor in most of the posts on here.  This is a cry for help, not attention.  You children that choose to downplay the seriousness of this problem need to get out of your mom's basement, find a girl (good luck), get married and have a kid.  If this is still funny in 13 or 14 years, then make your jokes.  That will just prove you're still a self centered asshole.
2013-03-11 02:43:04 PM  
1 votes:

keepitcherry: Farce-Side: 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?

Hahaha. I'm glad it wasn't just me then. This kid is a pussy ass attention whore and his little theatrics got him just the attention he wanted.


I do find it interesting the need to post all of this online. I used to cut myself and did everything I could to hide it from people. I would cut the bottoms of my feet, wear long sleeves in summer to cover the cuts, make up stories on how I got the scars. But then again for me it was never about a "suicide" attempt it was always an emotional release kind of thing. My old girlfriend was a burner she liked the curling iron and she did the same thing. I was all sorts of crazy but I never ever wanted anyone to know what i was doing to myself. Pretty sure they all did anyway...
2013-03-11 02:29:44 PM  
1 votes:
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 02:28:18 PM  
1 votes:

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 02:25:04 PM  
1 votes:
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 02:17:01 PM  
1 votes:
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 02:11:11 PM  
1 votes:
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 02:10:35 PM  
1 votes:

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 02:06:13 PM  
1 votes:
I am so glad i am not the only one who think he's a AW
2013-03-11 02:04:43 PM  
1 votes:

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 02:04:34 PM  
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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 02:01:20 PM  
1 votes:
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 01:57:27 PM  
1 votes:
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 01:56:01 PM  
1 votes:

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 01:53:21 PM  
1 votes:
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 01:46:34 PM  
1 votes:
upload.wikimedia.org

Why would you want people to send paper to someone who likes to cut himself?
2013-03-11 01:43:30 PM  
1 votes:

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 01:31:59 PM  
1 votes:
A hair style like that on an overweight kid is like

throughthevalleycomics.com
2013-03-11 01:19:42 PM  
1 votes:
i.chzbgr.com
2013-03-11 01:07:21 PM  
1 votes:

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


What do you want you moon-faced assassin of joy?
2013-03-11 01:07:15 PM  
1 votes:
boy, i really hope that he doesnt relapse when all the attention goes away.
2013-03-11 01:05:08 PM  
1 votes:
And when this kid grows into an adult and has the same feelings of loneliness and insecurity the same people worried about him will be the ones making fun of him for "not being a man" and "being too sensitive" and telling him to "man up!", etc.

It doesn't end and it never does.  No matter how successful you are, no matter how much weight you lose...you will always be the miserable child you are now and nobody will ever treat you any differently no matter how many lying words they use on an internet forum to try to make themselves look better than they are.
2013-03-11 01:01:16 PM  
1 votes:
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.

Here in Ontario, they shuffle you between prisons faster than your family can keep track so they never visit you, don't give you any mental health care, and keep you under constant suicide watch wearing nothing but a paper gown, but when you actually try to commit suicide, issue the guards with orders that they have to just stand around and watch you do it.

mbillips:
THIS. I was fairly popular at 13, played football and was in the band, and was still miserable. One big raw nerve; worst year of my life for no reason other than being 13.

I must have been an unusually well-adjusted 13-year-old.  As I recall, the only thing raw was the skin on my palms.
2013-03-11 12:59:22 PM  
1 votes:
It is ALWAYS OK to pick on fatties on FARK. Unless they are ethnic or trying to gay marry or get abortions or something. Then it aint cool AT ALL.
2013-03-11 12:58:45 PM  
1 votes:
ThunderChild: ...The only thing that can get someone to feel better about themselves is a good support network....

This. QFT.

/Get some frickin' mental help, kid. Please. And fast.
2013-03-11 12:54:08 PM  
1 votes:
When kids are in trouble FARK is not slow
Its pick pick pick and away FARK goes..


Hey maybe FARK can beat  /b/ to the punch once and get a kid to cap hisself? Wouldnt that be a proud day!
2013-03-11 12:49:19 PM  
1 votes:

LDM90: 13 was the worst age. Get well soon kid.


THIS. I was fairly popular at 13, played football and was in the band, and was still miserable. One big raw nerve; worst year of my life for no reason other than being 13.
2013-03-11 12:42:29 PM  
1 votes:
Well if suicide is a cry for attention, he is getting more than he ever needs. But in a few days, when the letters dry up, he will have to do another stunt to feel loved.

Neglect sucks. But they are putting a band aid on an axe wound. This is going to be just like one of those restaurants Ramsey "helps", except no one is going to be around on closing day.
2013-03-11 12:39:33 PM  
1 votes:
Needs more bo staff martial arts.
2013-03-11 12:11:39 PM  
1 votes:
GREATEST:  Profit?
 
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