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I cut everyday since I was ten. Alot of ppl avoid me cuz of it, while others try to make me stop or comfort me. I cut for a very special reason. I had a friend when I was 7-10. He was a bit older then me i know him from age 11-14. His mother abused him badly so he started not going home, he would sit under a old oak tree and wait for me. Everyday instead of going straight home I went to him. I would bring him a ham and cheese sub each day. He loved it. On Saturday and Sunday I would spend all day with him. Durning this time when I went home I was abused two. I couldn't sleep at all so I would nap an hour to two hours next to him with my head on his lap or something. One day his mother went too far and raped him. He had never had sex before and it scared him badly. About a week afterward he actually let me sit on his lap (not facing him) and he read a old book I loved when I was a lil kid. I fell asleep on his chest that day. The next day he was crying when I got there... His mother raped him again while he was sleeping. He told me that he was scared and didn't wanna suffer no more. He told me to go home early so I walked away and hid behind a tree. He pulled out his pocket knife and cut his wrist (cutting the veins). There was so much blood, it scared me but I torn the bottom of my shirt (it was too big on me anyway) and wrapped his wrist. His last words was "I'll be watching and wait for u up there my lil angel." Then he died.. Ever since then I've cuttedonce a day..so is it wrong? I do it to remind me of a great friend and the Shame of not being able to saved his life...
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I don't think your friend will want you to cut yourself in memory of him. I actually think you should be pretty proud of yourself for the fact you attempted to save his life instead of just panicking (which is what most 10 year olds would do). Don't feel shame for trying to save your friend's life!
I think you should consider planting an oak tree in memory of him instead (or any tree that might be a bit smaller if your parents don't want an oak tree in their back garden - which is pretty understandable). I bet your friend would really like it if you sat by that tree and read to him when it's a nice day.
You've been brave enough to tell us about what happened, so from now on, really make the most of your life. If your still being abused, talk to someone and get your problems sorted out so that you can move forward. That might be easier said than done, but what do you have to lose? Just go for everything you do to the best of your ability because everything you do should be done with your friend in mind. I believe your friend is looking down on you and wants you to make the most of every second of your life, because that is a luxury he no longer has, so don't waste it.
What has happened to you and your friend is awful, and cutting yourself is actually understandable, but not necessarily the right thing to do. In the end it's down to you to pick yourself up with the help of others. Hopefully this horrific experience should drive you forward so that you grow up to be someone your friend is proud of. Good luck!
I don't think your friend will want you to cut yourself in memory of him. I actually think you should be pretty proud of yourself for the fact you attempted to save his life instead of just panicking (which is what most 10 year olds would do). Don't feel shame for trying to save your friend's life!
I think you should consider planting an oak tree in memory of him instead (or any tree that might be a bit smaller if your parents don't want an oak tree in their back garden - which is pretty understandable). I bet your friend would really like it if you sat by that tree and read to him when it's a nice day.
You've been brave enough to tell us about what happened, so from now on, really make the most of your life. If your still being abused, talk to someone and get your problems sorted out so that you can move forward. That might be easier said than done, but what do you have to lose? Just go for everything you do to the best of your ability because everything you do should be done with your friend in mind. I believe your friend is looking down on you and wants you to make the most of every second of your life, because that is a luxury he no longer has, so don't waste it.
What has happened to you and your friend is awful, and cutting yourself is actually understandable, but not necessarily the right thing to do. In the end it's down to you to pick yourself up with the help of others. Hopefully this horrific experience should drive you forward so that you grow up to be someone your friend is proud of. Good luck!
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I push myself beyond what would be considered normal limits for someone with severe rheumatoid arthritis. I have to, because the disease so limits what I can do on a daily basis. Those little luxuries or annoyances that others take for granted or complain about -- things such as tub baths and housekeeping -- are now so alien to me that I would give years off my life just to do my own housework again.
If I were to allow the RA to control my life and dictate what I can do, then I would curl up and die. The hopelessness and depression which I fight every day would consume me. Therefore, I push myself to take part in activities which others just go out and *do*... but which for me are an achievement.
Tomorrow, I am going boating on Lake Erie. The lake is 80 miles from my home, so the ride to and from will be tiring. However, a few hours on the water will refresh me. After that, I am going swimming. It's been 5 years since I've been in a bath tub, and I cannot wait to get in warm water once again.
Yesterday, I pulled off a surprise 78th birthday party for my mother. The party included 25 people, and I'd been planning it for for weeks. I spent an entire day preparing the food. We had a blast. Mom never suspected a thing. You should have seen her face when all her children and grandkids walked into her house bearing cake and balloons. It was priceless.
Last Christmas (and the previous two) I baked dozens of cookies for my family, my mother, and a friend from r&s. This was difficult for me, as my right wrist is fused and will not give an inch. Baking hundreds of cookies is painful.
Last summer, I walked the Pittsburgh Mills Mall, which is the second largest mall in Pennsylvania. This mall is so large that healthy people drive from one end to the other. I swore I would visit every store, and I did so with only one rest period.
A week later, I decided to go caving, and visited not one cave, but two. I thought I would die before this day was over, yet I made it, although I fell 10 minutes behind the others in my group. Unfortunately, the car broke down in a small mountain town, stranding my kids and I 127 miles from home...
The year before that, I took a 5 mile tubing trip down the Clarion River, then climbed a 100 foot fire tower at Cook's Forest State Park. Afterwards, I visited a petting zoo so that I could see the sloth. I'd never seen a sloth before. My kids thought this was ridiculous, so they sat in the car, embarrassed at the things their mother will do.
These are things which I can't just go and do every day. It's all I can do to manage putting meals on the table, so I have to take care of myself a few days before hand and mentally prepare, just as an athlete trains for competition. It's all about focusing on what you want, and not giving in.
I can't just sit at home and watch the world go by, but I can still be a part of this world. I can still live, not merely exist. It just takes a little strength, some determination, and perseverance. As stated before, if I could not be a part of this world, then I would have no reason to be here. It's having something to look forward to and pushing past my limits which keeps me alive.
I push myself beyond what would be considered normal limits for someone with severe rheumatoid arthritis. I have to, because the disease so limits what I can do on a daily basis. Those little luxuries or annoyances that others take for granted or complain about -- things such as tub baths and housekeeping -- are now so alien to me that I would give years off my life just to do my own housework again.
If I were to allow the RA to control my life and dictate what I can do, then I would curl up and die. The hopelessness and depression which I fight every day would consume me. Therefore, I push myself to take part in activities which others just go out and *do*... but which for me are an achievement.
Tomorrow, I am going boating on Lake Erie. The lake is 80 miles from my home, so the ride to and from will be tiring. However, a few hours on the water will refresh me. After that, I am going swimming. It's been 5 years since I've been in a bath tub, and I cannot wait to get in warm water once again.
Yesterday, I pulled off a surprise 78th birthday party for my mother. The party included 25 people, and I'd been planning it for for weeks. I spent an entire day preparing the food. We had a blast. Mom never suspected a thing. You should have seen her face when all her children and grandkids walked into her house bearing cake and balloons. It was priceless.
Last Christmas (and the previous two) I baked dozens of cookies for my family, my mother, and a friend from r&s. This was difficult for me, as my right wrist is fused and will not give an inch. Baking hundreds of cookies is painful.
Last summer, I walked the Pittsburgh Mills Mall, which is the second largest mall in Pennsylvania. This mall is so large that healthy people drive from one end to the other. I swore I would visit every store, and I did so with only one rest period.
A week later, I decided to go caving, and visited not one cave, but two. I thought I would die before this day was over, yet I made it, although I fell 10 minutes behind the others in my group. Unfortunately, the car broke down in a small mountain town, stranding my kids and I 127 miles from home...
The year before that, I took a 5 mile tubing trip down the Clarion River, then climbed a 100 foot fire tower at Cook's Forest State Park. Afterwards, I visited a petting zoo so that I could see the sloth. I'd never seen a sloth before. My kids thought this was ridiculous, so they sat in the car, embarrassed at the things their mother will do.
These are things which I can't just go and do every day. It's all I can do to manage putting meals on the table, so I have to take care of myself a few days before hand and mentally prepare, just as an athlete trains for competition. It's all about focusing on what you want, and not giving in.
I can't just sit at home and watch the world go by, but I can still be a part of this world. I can still live, not merely exist. It just takes a little strength, some determination, and perseverance. As stated before, if I could not be a part of this world, then I would have no reason to be here. It's having something to look forward to and pushing past my limits which keeps me alive.
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