Been there, done that.
Back in the early 1990’s i went to a grade school for sick and disabled children. I have a visual disability myself. Some of the kids were very, very sick. Leukemia, lung diseases, etc. So we’d usually lose about two, three kids per year.
The Christmas holiday was always rough. Some would hold on just to celebrate one last Christmas. When we’d return back to school in January, you’d always hope to start with the same number of classmates…
I had a childhood friend but I never understood what happened until I was an adult.
We lived in the country about half a mile to a mile away from each other. We hung out all the time. Then she stopped walking to my house but I kept walking to hers.
She went bald and I didn’t think much of it. Soon after that her parents told me she couldn’t come out and play when I walked over. I eventually stopped walking over and her family moved.
I don’t know if she died or not but I remember not understanding why her parents didn’t want her to play with me anymore.
One day as an adult I was talking with some people about childhood friends and I started to tell a story about one girls shitty parents who wouldn’t let her play anymore… Then it hit. Oh. She couldn’t walk to my house anymore, she couldn’t play anymore, then they were gone.
This brought up something I never talked about until now and pushed down and forgot about.
I was approximately 11 or 12. My first real girlfriend. Holding hands, talking on the phone. Smooches, nothing too crazy. She lived in a huge house in a really good neighborhood. I will go over there on the weekends. This happened for four or five months.
One weekend, I don’t know how I found out of the specifics, but I was unable to see her and didn’t really understand why.
Before I go any further, warning trama warning, don’t read any further if you’re sensitive.
The father shot everyone in the house except for one of the younger sisters. Murder suicide situation.
Wait, I remember a little more. How I found out. my parents went to drop me off at their house and their cops and police tape everywhere.
I never realized how deep my subconscious that event has been pushed down and why I feel the need to speak about it, now. Thank you, poster. Maybe I can deal with it now that I remember it.
It’s insane that some men think this kind of murder suicide is the right response to anything.
Agreed this was in the 80s. Not sure if it was more rare back then or not.
Terrible response. Why don’t they just pack their bags and go somewhere instead. It seems pretty drastic.
Yeah, exactly. Packing my bags and going elsewhere for a while was actually something I did when I felt really depressed and I had gotten a little too suicidal.
I’ve not heard detailed accounts of many of these kinds of crimes, but the ones I vaguely remember seem to have been done by the kind of asshole with a huge stick up their ass, who snap from desperately keeping up appearances to going all the way to the craziest, cruellest, most drastic option.
I feel like there’s no good reason to not stop and consider the other crazy life decisions one might take that actually have a chance of turning out good, and are comparatively much less crazy than their pointless nuclear option.
And if none of the alternatives work out, if they’ve done all the packing of bags, – living as a hippie, trying out for Broadway, helping out on a farm and going hunting with the locals, getting a small dinghy and living off fishing on some island, studying Taiwanese Mandarin and computer science and trying to get involved in the chip industry, or going full modern hermit sitting on your ass collecting welfare checks eating cheap and playing terrible video games all day (except maybe lifting weights every few days and being a total slut on Tinder) – if they’ve done all that they can stomach, with no desire to try anything more and no capacity to endure any more, then checking out without taking anyone with them is fair enough. They don’t owe it to any of us to stick it out. But they’ve no right to take with them their family that they don’t love right.
I had a similar experience with a “proto-VTuber”, except I completely lost any connection to her. However, I do sometimes see “ghosts” to use an industry term (haven’t heard her real voice if it was really a “her” and not just a guy who put way too much effort into trying to catfish someone), but again at the same time in history, a lot of “emo girl” existed, which makes stuff even harder, so I don’t really know who would have been an old “internet friend” of mine.
Had a little neighbor girlfriend when I was little. She was super sweet.
In second grade, on Christmas night, she had a brain aneurysm that paralyzed the right half of her body. She was in the hospital for months. After that, she was allowed home for a day or 2 at a time, but had to go back to rehab centers. I’d get to visit with her for a few minutes, but then she’d get worn out.
The finances got too tough and they ended up having to move out of the house.
I’ve always wondered what happened to her.
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I need this to be fake, Anon. Don’t do this to my day.
I really want this to be fake and gay.
I’ll take the plunge and try:
- fake: got nothin’
- gay: OP wasn’t old enough to have sexual feelings, so this experience likely turned them off relationships w/ women
I feel bad for OP. If this story is fake, good job sir or ma’am, you have the makings of a great author.
Anything can be fake and gay as long as you post “fake and gay” first in the replies.
However tbh, this is the least fake and gay 4Chan post I’ve read since RIP EB.
I feel for OP.
What is RIP EB?
Fucking hell man. Gave me the feels 😭
damn thats deep
One day she starts coming in a wheelchair
Read this and I knew I should stop. I should have stopped.
I bet that little girl felt so loved by anon, and died more happy having had him in her life than without. I can’t think of a better way to live and to die.
Live your life so that there is someone out there that will never feel alone even when shit is really bad, and die knowing that someone out there loves you so much and will miss you when you’re gone.
I really hope this one is fake. That’s sad as hell
Fake or not for OP, that’s stuff that does happen
My friend has PTSD from dealing with “incidents” involving dead children and a friend. One of his coping methods is taking a step back and considering the kids would probably have grown up to be a regular dickhead like the rest of us anyways. Makes it less sad to think about.
Studio Ghibli:
Grave of th-
NONONONONONO
I’m still not over that one.
Same, 17 years later I still can’t watch it.
Anon helped a sick child live a some-what normal life before dying.
