Sparky2004
11-16-2004, 06:17 PM
Okay, this is really crappy, and the only reason that has encouraged me to write this crap out is because of FireEmt Guy. I saw his post.
I knew my friend was going through some problems, but I didn't know how serious things were until this past week. My fellow fire student and I caught my friend in the act of commiting suicide by slashing her wrists and forearms. She had cut long, deep gashes in her wrists and forearms going up the arm, not across the wrist.
I just found out that before she cut herself she had tried to tie four plastic bags over her head, but found that it took too long. She was just sitting there in her bathtub, bleeding like a stuck pig, staring at the shower head. She wouldn't respond verbally to me. The training kicked in, thank god, and 'Mittens' (nickname here for his sake) kept talking to her as we tried to control the bleeding. She just layed there. Mittens has more experince than I do so I let him take the lead. It just happened naturally. I can't remember feeling any emotions at the time, it was like I was a robot. The calvary arrived and took over.
I went and sat on her black leather couch, covered with blood. Fire was cool enough to offer me some water and wash my hands for me with sanitizing alcohol hand wash. That act of kindness seemed to help me 'snap out of it'.
Mittens and I have been to talk with some people. But lastnight I had a dream that I was stuck to the ceiling in her apartment, watching her tie plastic bags on her head, and layin down to die.
I am glad she is in the hospital getting help, but she wanted to be caught in the act, it seems she planned it that way. And I hate her for that. Sounds selfish, but that's how I feel. I know I need to cry, but it just doesn't happen. It's like I physically cannot cry.
Thanks for the rant. Had enough of it.
I knew my friend was going through some problems, but I didn't know how serious things were until this past week. My fellow fire student and I caught my friend in the act of commiting suicide by slashing her wrists and forearms. She had cut long, deep gashes in her wrists and forearms going up the arm, not across the wrist.
I just found out that before she cut herself she had tried to tie four plastic bags over her head, but found that it took too long. She was just sitting there in her bathtub, bleeding like a stuck pig, staring at the shower head. She wouldn't respond verbally to me. The training kicked in, thank god, and 'Mittens' (nickname here for his sake) kept talking to her as we tried to control the bleeding. She just layed there. Mittens has more experince than I do so I let him take the lead. It just happened naturally. I can't remember feeling any emotions at the time, it was like I was a robot. The calvary arrived and took over.
I went and sat on her black leather couch, covered with blood. Fire was cool enough to offer me some water and wash my hands for me with sanitizing alcohol hand wash. That act of kindness seemed to help me 'snap out of it'.
Mittens and I have been to talk with some people. But lastnight I had a dream that I was stuck to the ceiling in her apartment, watching her tie plastic bags on her head, and layin down to die.
I am glad she is in the hospital getting help, but she wanted to be caught in the act, it seems she planned it that way. And I hate her for that. Sounds selfish, but that's how I feel. I know I need to cry, but it just doesn't happen. It's like I physically cannot cry.
Thanks for the rant. Had enough of it.