this is the cry for help
Sep. 12th, 2010 05:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchy_merlinI just got a call from my mom. This past Thursday, my little brother David tried to commit suicide. He tried to put a plastic bag over his head and suffocate himself.
Thanks to an intervention by his friend, Daniel, he wasn't successful. Earlier that evening, David had sent out a facebook message to several close friends, detailing what he was about to do. Daniel was worried when he saw the message, but didn't want to violate David's trust by telling an adult; he mentioned it to his girlfriend instead, who came over to his place and told Daniel's mom, Mary. Mary came over to our house at six in the morning on Friday and told my mom. 11:30 Friday morning saw my brother in a counseling session with a psychiatrist. His reason for wanting to kill himself: he felt he could never compare to me.
That was physically painful to type.
I'm in shock right now. My hands are shaking, and I can't speak without crying. I called Daniel and thanked him for saving my brother's life. The only thing in my head right now is the mental image of my brother lying dead on the floor, with his head encased in a plastic bag from Loblaws.
(On Wednesday night, he was researching ways to kill himself. Close runners-up: slitting his writs and jumping off a certain bridge near my Oma's house.)
The psychiatrist wouldn't let him come home without agreeing to a safety plan. He agreed, and is currently with my parents, visiting Oma (we're not telling the grandparents, not yet). I'm not supposed to know any of this, but my mom didn't want me to find out from another source. No one saw any of this coming, but I guess that's kind of the point.
I don't know what to do with myself.
Thanks to an intervention by his friend, Daniel, he wasn't successful. Earlier that evening, David had sent out a facebook message to several close friends, detailing what he was about to do. Daniel was worried when he saw the message, but didn't want to violate David's trust by telling an adult; he mentioned it to his girlfriend instead, who came over to his place and told Daniel's mom, Mary. Mary came over to our house at six in the morning on Friday and told my mom. 11:30 Friday morning saw my brother in a counseling session with a psychiatrist. His reason for wanting to kill himself: he felt he could never compare to me.
That was physically painful to type.
I'm in shock right now. My hands are shaking, and I can't speak without crying. I called Daniel and thanked him for saving my brother's life. The only thing in my head right now is the mental image of my brother lying dead on the floor, with his head encased in a plastic bag from Loblaws.
(On Wednesday night, he was researching ways to kill himself. Close runners-up: slitting his writs and jumping off a certain bridge near my Oma's house.)
The psychiatrist wouldn't let him come home without agreeing to a safety plan. He agreed, and is currently with my parents, visiting Oma (we're not telling the grandparents, not yet). I'm not supposed to know any of this, but my mom didn't want me to find out from another source. No one saw any of this coming, but I guess that's kind of the point.
I don't know what to do with myself.
