My Friend. (Maybe Triggers)
My friend John, was sexually abused as a child for a long time by many different people.. He would not get help professionally, as he saw this as a sign of weakness. I'm not a professional in any way but, besides me the only other person he's told was his sister. They, were both adopted and not related at all. His parents are gone now. They passed away some time ago. I have been doing what I could for many years, trying to get John to a therapist and to stop his drinking.
John the other day was finally caught in work drinking, and was fired. They have a no tolerance policy, and that includes alcohol. He was covering it up with breath mints and gum. John's story is sad and as of yesterday it got even sadder. I got a call from his sister yesterday morning, John was in the hospital and I needed to come down there. No other information was given to me at the time and I raced down there hoping it was alcohol withdrawal and he'd finally get help with that and his abuse as a child. When I got there, I found out that my hopes were dashed, John had tried suicide and may well succeed since, they were working on him at the time and he was in critical condition. John took and overdoes and cut his wrists. John passed away last night/this morning at 12:32 am. They couldn't save him. When I saw him he was unconscious and the Doctors said they weren't hopeful of him regaining consciousness.
I'm having a lot of trouble with this but, I can't seem to cry. That bothers me. I've known John since we were 12. We are both 47 now. I, 6 months older than he. He was born on Christmas, 1957.
I feel as though I didn't do enough for him. I wasn't even there when he passed away, having to leave to pick up my Grandson and watch him so his parents ( My daughter and her husband) could go to a football pre-game at Foxboro stadium. I should have been at the hospital. I know he wasn't awake at all but, I still should have been there. I don't know what signs I missed, so this wouldn't have happened.
I was emailing with a member here when I got the call about John. I feel bad that I laid all this stuff on him. It wasn't fair of me. I'm afraid I rambled on and on about John to him and possibly made things worse for him. I don't know what to do. I'm confused and sick. I don't know what I could have done. I just keep thinking, What did I miss. He must have been trying to tell me but, I missed it. He didn't leave a note. His sister and I don't know what brought him to this. I know he wouldn't handle being abused for many years as a child. Alcohol was his way of handling it. I should have done more. I just don't know what. I can see I'm rambling again, forgive me. I haven't slept since I woke up yesterday morning at 5 am. I guess I just needed to vent and I don't think I'm doing a very good job of it right now. I'm all mixed up. I just want to know why? I don't think I'll ever know. I can only guess. What else could I have done? Why can't I cry when, I feel so bad? Where did I go wrong?
John the other day was finally caught in work drinking, and was fired. They have a no tolerance policy, and that includes alcohol. He was covering it up with breath mints and gum. John's story is sad and as of yesterday it got even sadder. I got a call from his sister yesterday morning, John was in the hospital and I needed to come down there. No other information was given to me at the time and I raced down there hoping it was alcohol withdrawal and he'd finally get help with that and his abuse as a child. When I got there, I found out that my hopes were dashed, John had tried suicide and may well succeed since, they were working on him at the time and he was in critical condition. John took and overdoes and cut his wrists. John passed away last night/this morning at 12:32 am. They couldn't save him. When I saw him he was unconscious and the Doctors said they weren't hopeful of him regaining consciousness.
I'm having a lot of trouble with this but, I can't seem to cry. That bothers me. I've known John since we were 12. We are both 47 now. I, 6 months older than he. He was born on Christmas, 1957.
I feel as though I didn't do enough for him. I wasn't even there when he passed away, having to leave to pick up my Grandson and watch him so his parents ( My daughter and her husband) could go to a football pre-game at Foxboro stadium. I should have been at the hospital. I know he wasn't awake at all but, I still should have been there. I don't know what signs I missed, so this wouldn't have happened.
I was emailing with a member here when I got the call about John. I feel bad that I laid all this stuff on him. It wasn't fair of me. I'm afraid I rambled on and on about John to him and possibly made things worse for him. I don't know what to do. I'm confused and sick. I don't know what I could have done. I just keep thinking, What did I miss. He must have been trying to tell me but, I missed it. He didn't leave a note. His sister and I don't know what brought him to this. I know he wouldn't handle being abused for many years as a child. Alcohol was his way of handling it. I should have done more. I just don't know what. I can see I'm rambling again, forgive me. I haven't slept since I woke up yesterday morning at 5 am. I guess I just needed to vent and I don't think I'm doing a very good job of it right now. I'm all mixed up. I just want to know why? I don't think I'll ever know. I can only guess. What else could I have done? Why can't I cry when, I feel so bad? Where did I go wrong?