whiskeyblanket
weird chicken lady
- Jan 23, 2025
- 3
Greetings.
I've been lurking here since 2019, when I stumbled upon the forum while researching methods after a near lifetime of suicidal ideation and a couple of serious but poorly-informed attempts. I finally decided to make an account a couple of weeks ago, though my attempts at socializing online have historically been met with hostility (with a few notable exceptions). As such, I probably will not post often, but thought I should finally come out of the shadows and make a post of some sort. Please feel free to disregard.
Recently, my job has been making my suicidal ideation more intense. I teach math to upper elementary and middle school kids in a small school (less than 200 students kindergarten through 12th grade) in the north central US. I never really wanted to be a teacher, but kind of ended up there (long story). The kids are great, and for many of them I'm their favorite teacher (for some reason???) but I am an extreme introvert, and teaching is a job where you are constantly engaged with social interaction with pretty much no breaks. Furthermore, I have a lot of school-based trauma from my early life, which is triggered every single day by my job, to the degree that I throw up before work almost every day, and have for the past 7 or 8 years. Needless to say, it's beyond exhausting, and I don't really have any other work options right now. At the same time, I know there are people who do extremely hard manual labor in dangerous environments for a fraction of the meager-ish amount of money I make. And then there are those who cannot support themselves or their families at all, which makes my complaints seem petty. All I do when I get home and on the weekends is drink and muster literally every ounce of self control (of which I have a lot) to not recklessly and impulsively stab myself with a kitchen knife. I don't know how long I can go on like this. The only thing that keeps me from placing an order from DMC is that my only bank account is a joint account, and I don't know how I would explain it to my spouse (I would welcome any ideas).
Typing all that out took me almost an hour, and it still makes me cringe. I will probably have an anxiety attack over having shared all that, but weirdly, I feel a bit better. I definitely don't expect anyone to actually read this entire thing, let alone respond. Thank you for allowing me to make a post here and to vent.
I've been lurking here since 2019, when I stumbled upon the forum while researching methods after a near lifetime of suicidal ideation and a couple of serious but poorly-informed attempts. I finally decided to make an account a couple of weeks ago, though my attempts at socializing online have historically been met with hostility (with a few notable exceptions). As such, I probably will not post often, but thought I should finally come out of the shadows and make a post of some sort. Please feel free to disregard.
Recently, my job has been making my suicidal ideation more intense. I teach math to upper elementary and middle school kids in a small school (less than 200 students kindergarten through 12th grade) in the north central US. I never really wanted to be a teacher, but kind of ended up there (long story). The kids are great, and for many of them I'm their favorite teacher (for some reason???) but I am an extreme introvert, and teaching is a job where you are constantly engaged with social interaction with pretty much no breaks. Furthermore, I have a lot of school-based trauma from my early life, which is triggered every single day by my job, to the degree that I throw up before work almost every day, and have for the past 7 or 8 years. Needless to say, it's beyond exhausting, and I don't really have any other work options right now. At the same time, I know there are people who do extremely hard manual labor in dangerous environments for a fraction of the meager-ish amount of money I make. And then there are those who cannot support themselves or their families at all, which makes my complaints seem petty. All I do when I get home and on the weekends is drink and muster literally every ounce of self control (of which I have a lot) to not recklessly and impulsively stab myself with a kitchen knife. I don't know how long I can go on like this. The only thing that keeps me from placing an order from DMC is that my only bank account is a joint account, and I don't know how I would explain it to my spouse (I would welcome any ideas).
Typing all that out took me almost an hour, and it still makes me cringe. I will probably have an anxiety attack over having shared all that, but weirdly, I feel a bit better. I definitely don't expect anyone to actually read this entire thing, let alone respond. Thank you for allowing me to make a post here and to vent.