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Also...I'M NOT DEAD!!!!
15 years ago
Disclaimer: I'm not suicidal. Never have been, don't plan to be so at anytime in the future. I apparently need to say this in journal entries to keep people from thinking I killed myself and calling the police to my house.
Oh, and did I tell you about the time the police were called to my house thinking that I killed myself?
Saturday night, I'm heading home, when I start getting a bunch of random calls I didn't recognize. Then I get a call from one of my sisters. I was talking to someone at the time, so I didn't answer, assuming she was just calling about a Labor Day barbecue she was going to. She sent me a text asking me if I was alright, and if I needed to talk. I asked her why, and she asked me to call her.
At this point I learn that someone had called the police to my house. From what I heard from both my sister and the police themselves, someone had posted something somewhere online that I had killed myself after my last rant. Someone else read this post and called 911 or a suicide crisis center or something. So the police were outside my house and about two seconds away from kicking down my door when they got in touch with me. I get home to find three cop cars parked there, along with my younger brother and my other sister...the one I don't get along with, and will certainly relay this to my mother in the worst way possible...as in, she'll lie and exaggerate every point she possibly can to get my mother yelling at me about it instead of being concerned.
The police talked to me for a bit, explaining that someone wrote a comment somewhere after I posted my last entry that I had died, and he had my post on the computer in his car. I glanced over and sure enough, I can clearly see FA up on his screen. He asked me a bunch of questions, and then he wanted to check out my arms after noticing my wristband. For those who don't know me IRL, I wear a wristband over my right arm after a kitchen accident left my forearm badly mutilated. I'm sure you can imagine how splendidly that went over with them. But it's pretty obvious that the scars are old, and he seemed to believe me when I explained what happened, and that other scarring on my arms came from various work incidents or cat mishaps. Satisfied that I don't wanna die, they hung around a bit to make sure everything was fine, and finally took off.
So now I'm left in a fine mess. Not only did I piss everyone off into not talking to me with a rant, but now I've subsequently got someone convinced somehow that I actually ended my own life because of it. And I'm still trying to figure out who actually called the police to my house, so that maybe I can piece all of this together. I mean, I know they can trace IPs and all, and one of the cops mentioned that, but I don't have internet access at home. Tracing the IP on any account I have anywhere will lead you either to a library, internet cafe, or maybe my mother's house. But she's out of state for the weekend, so they couldn't have contacted her.
So at some point, someone who knows me here must have told them where I live, since that's the only way I can think of that anyone can connect my username with my real name and home address. And I'm not sure why that person immediately called the police as opposed to...you know...calling my phone! Anybody that's ever been to my house has my cell number, so they could have called me first before freaking everyone out. =P And by "everyone", I mean me, people I've talked to about this, my bosses at both jobs (who the police called asking for me), and several family members.
So I don't know where to go at this point, or who to turn to. Especially after my last post about people not liking me that pissed everyone off into...well...not liking me. Self-fulfilling prophecies suck balls, just for the record. If anyone finds anything out about this, please contact me about it. I really wanna make some sense out of what happened over the past weekend.
~Kyetsu
Oh, and did I tell you about the time the police were called to my house thinking that I killed myself?
Saturday night, I'm heading home, when I start getting a bunch of random calls I didn't recognize. Then I get a call from one of my sisters. I was talking to someone at the time, so I didn't answer, assuming she was just calling about a Labor Day barbecue she was going to. She sent me a text asking me if I was alright, and if I needed to talk. I asked her why, and she asked me to call her.
At this point I learn that someone had called the police to my house. From what I heard from both my sister and the police themselves, someone had posted something somewhere online that I had killed myself after my last rant. Someone else read this post and called 911 or a suicide crisis center or something. So the police were outside my house and about two seconds away from kicking down my door when they got in touch with me. I get home to find three cop cars parked there, along with my younger brother and my other sister...the one I don't get along with, and will certainly relay this to my mother in the worst way possible...as in, she'll lie and exaggerate every point she possibly can to get my mother yelling at me about it instead of being concerned.
The police talked to me for a bit, explaining that someone wrote a comment somewhere after I posted my last entry that I had died, and he had my post on the computer in his car. I glanced over and sure enough, I can clearly see FA up on his screen. He asked me a bunch of questions, and then he wanted to check out my arms after noticing my wristband. For those who don't know me IRL, I wear a wristband over my right arm after a kitchen accident left my forearm badly mutilated. I'm sure you can imagine how splendidly that went over with them. But it's pretty obvious that the scars are old, and he seemed to believe me when I explained what happened, and that other scarring on my arms came from various work incidents or cat mishaps. Satisfied that I don't wanna die, they hung around a bit to make sure everything was fine, and finally took off.
So now I'm left in a fine mess. Not only did I piss everyone off into not talking to me with a rant, but now I've subsequently got someone convinced somehow that I actually ended my own life because of it. And I'm still trying to figure out who actually called the police to my house, so that maybe I can piece all of this together. I mean, I know they can trace IPs and all, and one of the cops mentioned that, but I don't have internet access at home. Tracing the IP on any account I have anywhere will lead you either to a library, internet cafe, or maybe my mother's house. But she's out of state for the weekend, so they couldn't have contacted her.
So at some point, someone who knows me here must have told them where I live, since that's the only way I can think of that anyone can connect my username with my real name and home address. And I'm not sure why that person immediately called the police as opposed to...you know...calling my phone! Anybody that's ever been to my house has my cell number, so they could have called me first before freaking everyone out. =P And by "everyone", I mean me, people I've talked to about this, my bosses at both jobs (who the police called asking for me), and several family members.
So I don't know where to go at this point, or who to turn to. Especially after my last post about people not liking me that pissed everyone off into...well...not liking me. Self-fulfilling prophecies suck balls, just for the record. If anyone finds anything out about this, please contact me about it. I really wanna make some sense out of what happened over the past weekend.
~Kyetsu
I'm curious as to who said you killed yourself too. If they had FA opened, couldn't you see the user name? Or was it YOUR FA page they had opened?
And I don't have a clue as to who could've called them, or why (since I never actually said that I wanted to die), but it's prettyy effed up. =P
And please don't be offended by what I said. This is honest advice, not criticism. I know this is true because I've been told similar. I took the advice, and things worked well for me. Of course, it all took time though.
And I'm actually not offended in the least by what you say. I'll be the first to admit that I think "Wow, that's harsh" when I first read your comments...But I know that ultimately, you're being "harsh" to help. It's that brutal honesty, with no sugar-coating or "softening the blow", that makes people think. And I appreciate that.