I used to like my father.
But, around fifth grade, I began to get a sick feeling whenever I was around him.
So, I started to avoid him.
I can't stand the sight of him anymore.
I ask him to stay out of my space, he refuses.
He forces me to embrace him.
I'd rather stick needles down my throat.
He gives me a really bad hunch.
Lately he's gotten worse.
I've been going through his yelling for about a year.
But, today he really went off.
I don't know the reason.
He began yelling at me.
Then it got louder.
Then he came really close to me.
He yelled that he was going to make my life hell.
I just stared back.
I was so surprised, I didn't know what to say.
I was scared, though.
I thought he was going to hit me.
Then he went off and complained to my mother.
He started telling her that they should dicipline me more.
I could hear him telling her I did things that I really didn't.
Then she came to me and gave me a speech on how disrespectful I am.
I didn't listen.
She always tells me that after my father gets angry.
She told me to apologize to him.
She never once asked me what happened.
I don't want to see him ever again.
I don't have anyone to go to; my mother takes his side.
I have an older brother who is two years older than me; he treats me as my father does, only more physical.
My father is usually at work until evening, but once he get home, I run.
And, on the weekend he doesn't have work so I'm terrified.
I might have been a little moody before my father began to yell at me.
Maybe that's what made him angry?
I used to live in Japan (military father), and I had a good friend there.
You see, it was my friend's birthday.
I owe everything to him..he saved my life.
Although this is un-Christian, I used to want to kill myself.
I was alone.
I was thinking about how my friend saved me when my father barged in.
He asked me several questions, but I didn't answer because I didn't hear him. I was too spaced out.
Then he began to yell.
I fell in love with this friend.
But I never found out whether or not he loved me back.
I am back in America now and have not talked to him since.
It's been a year...but I have not thought of any other.
But, it's been a year of being alone too.
Now I don't have anyone to save me.
My parents don't know about my suicidal thoughts.
They tell me I should just get over my "personal issues".
They don't know how serious those "issues" are.
I'm sorry, am I rambling?
It's past midnight.
Hopefully you can glue my mushed up facts together and offer some advice.
Key points:
1. I used to be suicidal because of problems at school and home
2. My friend saved me and gave me a reason to live.
3. I moved away, have been alone since
4. Suicidal thoughts have returned, my problems at home have gotten worse.
What should I do?
But, around fifth grade, I began to get a sick feeling whenever I was around him.
So, I started to avoid him.
I can't stand the sight of him anymore.
I ask him to stay out of my space, he refuses.
He forces me to embrace him.
I'd rather stick needles down my throat.
He gives me a really bad hunch.
Lately he's gotten worse.
I've been going through his yelling for about a year.
But, today he really went off.
I don't know the reason.
He began yelling at me.
Then it got louder.
Then he came really close to me.
He yelled that he was going to make my life hell.
I just stared back.
I was so surprised, I didn't know what to say.
I was scared, though.
I thought he was going to hit me.
Then he went off and complained to my mother.
He started telling her that they should dicipline me more.
I could hear him telling her I did things that I really didn't.
Then she came to me and gave me a speech on how disrespectful I am.
I didn't listen.
She always tells me that after my father gets angry.
She told me to apologize to him.
She never once asked me what happened.
I don't want to see him ever again.
I don't have anyone to go to; my mother takes his side.
I have an older brother who is two years older than me; he treats me as my father does, only more physical.
My father is usually at work until evening, but once he get home, I run.
And, on the weekend he doesn't have work so I'm terrified.
I might have been a little moody before my father began to yell at me.
Maybe that's what made him angry?
I used to live in Japan (military father), and I had a good friend there.
You see, it was my friend's birthday.
I owe everything to him..he saved my life.
Although this is un-Christian, I used to want to kill myself.
I was alone.
I was thinking about how my friend saved me when my father barged in.
He asked me several questions, but I didn't answer because I didn't hear him. I was too spaced out.
Then he began to yell.
I fell in love with this friend.
But I never found out whether or not he loved me back.
I am back in America now and have not talked to him since.
It's been a year...but I have not thought of any other.
But, it's been a year of being alone too.
Now I don't have anyone to save me.
My parents don't know about my suicidal thoughts.
They tell me I should just get over my "personal issues".
They don't know how serious those "issues" are.
I'm sorry, am I rambling?
It's past midnight.
Hopefully you can glue my mushed up facts together and offer some advice.
Key points:
1. I used to be suicidal because of problems at school and home
2. My friend saved me and gave me a reason to live.
3. I moved away, have been alone since
4. Suicidal thoughts have returned, my problems at home have gotten worse.
What should I do?
