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Greta75 -> RE: Zack Synder Daughter Killed Herself (5/25/2017 10:03:55 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Chaska
Greta, Losing a child is a devastating experience that a parent has to endure for the rest of their life regardless of circumstance.(speaking from experience) I ask for you to show some respect and empathy for their loss and stop casting aspersions. BTW: It appears you're not close to your parents yet here you are.
No thanks to my parents. As a 13 to 14 yr old teenager, I have many failed suicide attempts. You wouldn't even believe who saved my life if I told you. And it was not my parents.
My parents never even knew I attempted suicide so many times or even knew I ever did. But of course, I could be missing for a week or two and they wouldn't even notice I am missing, even at 8 yr old.
Infact, come to think of it. I totally understand why Robin William killed himself! He had similar situation as me.
Many people like Robin Williams may never find someone who could fill their void and do the deed, even after children and wife.
But I had a void filler in different stages of my life, I met "replacement parents" who filled my void. And even today, I have someone who plays a very fatherly role in my life. It makes it more touching because I am not of his blood. Just adopted me unconditionally and chose to play that role to me.
But many people don't have that.
My first suicide attempt was at 8yr old. I ran infront of car and got into coma for 2 weeks. My parents never knew it was suicide.
Later in my teens, I often come home with scrabs and bruises because I flung myself infront of cars, and didn't die just bruised up, they assume I was aggressive inline skating and always hurting myself through that. And my mom always scolded that me for a girl, I am sure trying to built up scars all over my body. And that will not look nice on a girl. And obviously as a car driver myself now, as an adult, I know what I did at 13 and 14 was extremely mean to the car drivers. Even my 8 yr old car accident, the guy who bang me down felt so guilty and kept visiting me worried about me. Every car driver who swerved not to hit me or just hit me slightly got out of his car super worried. So I know what I did was extremely irresponsible. And as an adult, I will never ever do that again to anybody. My life is my problem, if someone had killed me cuz I flung myself infront of his car, he would feel guilty for life. I know that.
Whole time, they had ZERO clue I was trying to end my life throughout my childhood. I have many times popped 100 to 200 pills of whatever I could find. And then just wake up feeling sick for days. Didn't die. Again, 13 to 14 yrs old was the 2 years I constantly tried to put myself in dangerous situation so I could be killed. It stopped when I met someone who put a stop to all my recklessness but it was not my parents and that's another personal story, but he was a complete stranger and I was 13 to 14, and he was late 30's at that time.
So when I meet adults with parental void. Even those already into their 50's and 60's. It's almost like you sense each other. The moment I read that headline. My gut spoke to me, this girl committed suicide because of parental neglect. I can't prove it. As I doubt they will ever release what really happened. But I have a very good feeling I am 100% right about this specific situation in my OP.
Can you imagine at 8 yrs old, everybody was interrogating me why I run towards the car. There was an overhead bridge that I was suppose to cross togehter with my grandfather, but I broke away from him and run towards the car intentionally.
They couldn't figure out why. And I simply told everybody I don't remember anything. I was after all seriously hit on the head, flew apparently quite far, was flunged, and coma for 2 weeks. I was lucky to be alive. I should have died and succeed. Not many 8 yrs old can take a knock in a busy road and survive.
So actually you asking me why am I here? I should have succeed on my first attempt. The doctors were amazed I survive. Because apparently the accident was extremely terrifying and scary as it happened and the car hit my head so hard, I flew. I was a tiny 8 yr old, one of the shortest in my class. Not even a big girl then who can take hard knocks. And it's unexplainable why I am here at all except supernatural intervention didn't want me in hell yet. And considering while I was in coma, there was no guarantees I would wake up. Yet I did. My parents blame my grandpa as a result for my accident, even though it was not his fault but their fault. And they ban my grandpa from seeing me again.
Things just got worst and worst after the accident, because, I felt possibly the only person who gave a shit about me was my grandpa.
Fucked up parents! They deserve dead kids. That's all I can say. I don't feel sorry for any parents that remotely are like mine, if their kids end up dead.
If you aren't a fucked up parent, then you don't deserve dead kids. Not referring to you.
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