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What was your first suicide attempt?
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I was 16 and swallowed 200 paracetomol, it obviously never worked, I spewed up a lot, went to work next day, collegeues said I looked green, said I was ill and was sent home from boss.
What was your first suicide attempt?
I was 9. Got my ass kicked for the umpteenth time in the school bathroom with my head flushed in the toilet for good measure. After they left I locked myself in a cubicle, Tied my school tie to the toilet cistern and strangled myself. Would have worked if the knot didn't come undone.
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Similar to Volomori... 13 or 14 years old, I went to the railroad tracks near my parents house but as I was walking up a train passed and I got scared because up close when the train rushes by at speed you can tell how badly you will be maimed. I went back home and hanged myself from a rope. Item the rope was attached to came out of the wall
I was 9 as well. I was big dumb and tried to overdose on cough syrup. Didn't work obviously and I still had to go to school the next day. That same year I had some kind of mental breakdown, cut off all my hair (and dishonored the fam at the same time), and drank Pine-sol. I laugh now at how scared I was. As I was laying there on my bedroom floor feeling my throat close up, I was thinking of all the things I ever did wrong in life and asking for forgiveness. Woke up feeling like crap and no one bothered to ask if I was okay :)
How do you fail a train if you don't mind me asking, my friends dad left this way, it worked. I think the idea is to pick a long straight track with a slight bend so the driver had no choice...
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As each day grows the reasons to die does as well.
How do you fail a train if you don't mind me asking, my friends dad left this way, it worked. I think the idea is to pick a long straight track with a slight bend so the driver had no choice...
You get a phone call telling you you're pregnant, spend an hour lying on the tracks debating whether or not to go through with your plans because of that, and bailing at the very last second because you can't kill someone else's life too. (Turned out, I wasn't actually pregnant. False positive)
If I didn't get the phone call I wouldn't have moved. I wasn't even going to until I thought about it being someone else's life I'm killing. I was at peace with the decision until then.
I've tried since then, going through with my plans but failing cuz I suck lol.
Age 11. Lots of paracetamols with water, I thought it would work. Obviously not, I just wanted to get away from the domestic violence I grew up with. Silly I know. Then 16 slashed my left wrist in the heat of the moment. Talk about ouch.
You get a phone call telling you you're pregnant, spend an hour lying on the tracks debating whether or not to go through with your plans because of that, and bailing at the very last second because you can't kill someone else's life too. (Turned out, I wasn't actually pregnant. False positive)
If I didn't get the phone call I wouldn't have moved. I wasn't even going to until I thought about it being someone else's life I'm killing. I was at peace with the decision until then.
I've tried since then, going through with my plans but failing cuz I suck lol.
6th grade got close to jumping off a bridge (my mom came a got me rough night, still don't count it as my first suicide attempt) Middle school but older so 13-14, I had lights hanging up in my room (like white christmas lights) I took them all down popped a lot of ibuprofen (at the time I didn't know it wasn't effective). I tied the lights around my neck really tight hoping that would just kill me. I passed out, family dragged me out of my room by my neck with the lights around my neck at the same time and was pissed. I have a little recollection of that happening, but I pretend like I couldn't remember. It's a "secret" now. I couldn't hang myself then because I was overweight and knew i'd fail.
You get a phone call telling you you're pregnant, spend an hour lying on the tracks debating whether or not to go through with your plans because of that, and bailing at the very last second because you can't kill someone else's life too. (Turned out, I wasn't actually pregnant. False positive)
If I didn't get the phone call I wouldn't have moved. I wasn't even going to until I thought about it being someone else's life I'm killing. I was at peace with the decision until then.
I've tried since then, going through with my plans but failing cuz I suck lol.
how do you feel about the train method in general? it was one of my top options but people are just disgusted by going out that way (the train drivers aftermath)
I was 13. Tried slitting my wrists but the knife was rusty so it obviously didn't work. I got desperate and started digging into the inside of my forearm with a cutter to try and puncture my artery. Father knocked on the bathroom door so I had to stop and go to school. I basically went to school with the open wounds. The one in my forearm was half an inch deep. I was so neglected nobody noticed until 6 months later. It's why I've never tried any similar method since.
14 yrs ago, stood on a cliff top with a knife, was fucking clueless and drunk, police dog took me down. Left to do as I will, few days later attempted overdose, failed at that too, tried again a attempt 2nd April 2019 didn't work.... note to self do it in private where no members of public can interfere
Choked myself with a laptop cable till passing out, didnt work so cut my wrist with a knife, Also didnt work. At this time it was more of a cry for help. Mom saw and wanted to call an ambulance but I talked her out of it. I was 13.
I was 34 and my father had just died of cancer and within a couple of weeks my marriage fell apart when my wife left with our 3 kids as my fathers death was too emotional for her apparently. I got the cable from my printer and tied it around the banister and tried hanging myself but only succeeded in losing consciousness. Woke up after God knows how long and badly hurt my trachea and had a very obvious bruise around most of my neck.
Back in 1995 took well over 100 paracetamol. Obviously I know now they won't kill you. Ended up throwing up and taken to ER drinking charcoal liquid as it was too late to pump my stomach. Pathetic attempt really.
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As each day grows the reasons to die does as well.
How do you fail a train if you don't mind me asking, my friends dad left this way, it worked. I think the idea is to pick a long straight track with a slight bend so the driver had no choice...
I was 16 and swallowed 200 paracetomol, it obviously never worked, I spewed up a lot, went to work next day, collegeues said I looked green, said I was ill and was sent home from boss.
What was your first suicide attempt?
8 gm. Dilanton. Very much an adult, and if the 4 day concert my roomies went to did not get rained out I would have succeeded. No rain where I was. Beautiful sunny day. They were only gone 5 hours.
After months of self harm, deep cuts, that I still see clearly years later. Trying my best to hide it, it was eventually found. I was told by family that I needed stitches, but I was too stubborn. I managed to fix myself up good enough, with what was around me. They tried to get me "help", but I was again, too stubborn and managed to get them off my back. I knew what that would lead to.
School was a literal hell. It was time to go.
Overdosed on a bunch of random shit. Didn't even care what it was, I was desperate. Just anything I could find. Massive handful of it didn't kill me. I lay down in my bed to die and close my eyes. I wake up to my family panicking, and I throwing it all back up. Blacking in and out. Once where I woke, again getting me into the truck, and finally, being dragged into the hospital.
As I wake up, I was told that I was lucky to be alive, that they just managed to "save" me. Was I really "saved" or was I denied peace? I don't know.
My first attempt was pathetic, i tried to OD on half a bottle of iron at 16, ended up sick in the ER. My blood was at risk to clot but wasn't going to happen sooner.
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