My dad CTB a month before my 12th birthday. Everything to do with it eff me up good and I carry it to this day, in different ways over time. He was very sick, the family didn't know and we were forced to lie to everyone about why he was never at holiday events. Standing in front of his casket at his funeral, I told his mom he was very sick and she screamed at me, calling me a liar and said I should have died with him. She pretended not to know me after that.
His death was on the news, so everyone knew and was talking. I was self-destructive for a good 6 years and I did everything I could to make my physical pain hurt more than my emotional pain. Hurt people hurt people.
On my 17th birthday, my mom gave me the coroner and police reports and on my 18th birthday, we went to the motel together where he CTB. His suicide note that I have laminated with my 11 year olds tears smudging the ink, the coroners report and most recently, creeping this forum is what brings me some peace. Until this forum, I never understood why he picked that rundown motel.