Thread:BlizzardDragon/@comment-25936766-20180226013720/@comment-4141313-20180226043921

SomeoneYouUsedToKnow wrote: BlizzardDragon wrote:

Around that point in my life time, I had heavily suicidal thoughts, and almost went through with it once. That one time I soon after was put in a Mental Ward for a week, and that week still disturbs me.....

....The fuck is wrong with your parents.

You can't just send a kid to a mental ward, even if they're suicidal. It's practically the same as saying they're crazy, and that's not something a suicidal person would like to hear.

Sure, they are not as brutal as they used to be, and sure, the help received, well, helps. But the insinuation that you're crazy-enough to need to be sent to one still hurts, and depending on the cause behind one's suicidal thoughts, that can well be the last thing you want to hear, especially from your own family, even if they mean well.

Did they at least try some more tame form of therapy first? Something that says "you need help", but not "you need help cause you're crazy"? Parents lived independently, I was born out of wedlock and they settled it in court. Father had massive anger issues and lashed out at me for something as stupid as wanting to go over to his place a little later in the day. I asked to be taken home and my step-mother, how everyone tells me loves me as if I was her own kid, still defended him as she drove me home. When I got home I was just sitting there as my mother came out drunk off her ass, blaming me for the computer being busted, saying I would have to pay her back in full for the busted computer. Stress of it all combined with other stuff I won't go into led me to almost do it, luckily my Grandmother saw me and talked me down.

A few days passed and I found out she told my sober mother. She had me stay home for a day and took me up to the hospital, telling me I'd only be there for a quick visit. She told a bunch of bullshit about how she was afraid I would hurt her and that I said I'd kill her. I was put in the childs section for a week. The week there was horrible, but when I got out, nothing really changed other than being on some mood stabilizers. Mother was still a fucking drunk, Grandmother tried defending me and my little brother, and I stopped talking to my father after that, and haven't in about 6 years. At that point in time my personality pretty much did a 180 thanks to different meds and seeing a psychiatrist for a bit. I was once the quiet kid that someone outright accused me of being a potential School Shooter, and became more emotional and outgoing.

Never looked at my mother same way again. Later learned she was Bi Polar and decided that her kinder side I liked, whereas her darker side I absolutely loathed. The Psychiatrist I went to wasn't helping, so I stopped seeing them stuck to just seeing one for my meds, and worked on getting better on my own, my grandmother helping of course. At several points I considered emancipating myself from my mom, but decided against it, thinking I could just live off her and do like my grandmother does and keep my head down. She fluctuated since then from getting better to getting worse, but most times one thing is consistent, I want to punch her in the face. I usually just stay in my room whenever she's home and stay on the internet.

Any thoughts of suicide died about a year after my visit due to my mother attempting to use the hospital as a threat to make me listen to her, saying she'd bullshit her way into believing her. So the thoughts stopped due to the meds and fear of going back there.

My father to this day incestently calls me at every opportunity, hoping I'll pick up. It used to be every day, but nowadays its a bit less frequent.

So my parents are kinda fucking pieces of crap. Only reason I live with my mother is cause of the good half I genuinely like, and being able to live safely until I can eventually get enough money to afford my own place, but that won't be for another few years at least.