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yes. we are pro whatever we as adults feel is the best for usFair. I hope those journalists see that though. We are pro-choice here, not pro-life or pro-death.
you are alive...how was it?I just chugged it. I'm fucking terrified.
Not good but painless. I called for help at the last second,, If I'd taken any longer I'd be dead for sure. There was no pain, but dizziness, and confusion, headache and a pounding, thumping sensation(probably my heart beating at god speed. I must've hit my head at one point, now I have a sick scar on my forehead. I eventually made it to the hospital, but I don't remember much of it at all, i do remember being really freaked out by waking up wirh a catheter lol, did see my boyfriend and mom and sister at some point although it's a blur.A good couple of months of my life forgotten.Then later was moved to an inpatient program where I received NO care for my condition, other than some fucking antidepressants. At that point I needed physical therapy more than anything, I was so weak; I lost like 30lbs, I was falling down, lost all my motor control, and dealt with some severe short term memory loss. Of course, these were not treated. I had to do all of it on my own when I finally got out later on. Me being trans was also an issue, in day to day life I always pass, but they had my records and deliberately called me by my dead name and called me he. Safe to say I faked being good to be out as soon as possible. It was more like a holding cell than anything. Slept in a bright room on a brick-like mattress with someone checking on me like every 15 minutes to make sure I wasn't like hanging myself with a fucking shoelace or some bullshit. We even had our fucking little outfits we had to wear. I didn't get to brush my teeth, shower or brush my hair. I was the resident tranny and I had to be excluded from any basic hygiene I guess.you are alive...how was it?
wow...Not good but painless. I called for help at the last second,, If I'd taken any longer I'd be dead for sure. There was no pain, but dizziness, and confusion, headache and a pounding, thumping sensation(probably my heart beating at god speed. I must've hit my head at one point, now I have a sick scar on my forehead. I eventually made it to the hospital, but I don't remember much of it at all, i do remember being really freaked out by waking up wirh a catheter lol, did see my boyfriend and mom and sister at some point although it's a blur.A good couple of months of my life forgotten.Then later was moved to an inpatient program where I received NO care for my condition, other than some fucking antidepressants. At that point I needed physical therapy more than anything, I was so weak; I lost like 30lbs, I was falling down, lost all my motor control, and dealt with some severe short term memory loss. Of course, these were not treated. I had to do all of it on my own when I finally got out later on. Me being trans was also an issue, in day to day life I always pass, but they had my records and deliberately called me by my dead name and called me he. Safe to say I faked being good to be out as soon as possible. It was more like a holding cell than anything. Slept in a bright room on a brick-like mattress with someone checking on me like every 15 minutes to make sure I wasn't like hanging myself with a fucking shoelace or some bullshit. We even had our fucking little outfits we had to wear. I didn't get to brush my teeth, shower or brush my hair. I was the resident tranny and I had to be excluded from any basic hygiene I guess.
Eventually I did get out. The staff even threatened to call the cops on my mom if she got me out early. They didn't.
For the past month I've been doing some actual recovering.
Doing a outpatient practice which is honestly really helpful. Physical therapy on my own and just sleeping has been incredible for my recovery. I have to take a lot of pills for my heart and shit now, but I'm waning off of things and am so close to making a FULL RECOVERY, even with everything. I guess my body just won't let me quit. I don't know what I'm doing right now but I'm fine physically at least. This is probably my last post here, might make this it's own thread but I don't know.
Thank you for the update. I hope recovery continues to go well for you and you find some peace.Not good but painless. I called for help at the last second,, If I'd taken any longer I'd be dead for sure. There was no pain, but dizziness, and confusion, headache and a pounding, thumping sensation(probably my heart beating at god speed. I must've hit my head at one point, now I have a sick scar on my forehead. I eventually made it to the hospital, but I don't remember much of it at all, i do remember being really freaked out by waking up wirh a catheter lol, did see my boyfriend and mom and sister at some point although it's a blur.A good couple of months of my life forgotten.Then later was moved to an inpatient program where I received NO care for my condition, other than some fucking antidepressants. At that point I needed physical therapy more than anything, I was so weak; I lost like 30lbs, I was falling down, lost all my motor control, and dealt with some severe short term memory loss. Of course, these were not treated. I had to do all of it on my own when I finally got out later on. Me being trans was also an issue, in day to day life I always pass, but they had my records and deliberately called me by my dead name and called me he. Safe to say I faked being good to be out as soon as possible. It was more like a holding cell than anything. Slept in a bright room on a brick-like mattress with someone checking on me like every 15 minutes to make sure I wasn't like hanging myself with a fucking shoelace or some bullshit. We even had our fucking little outfits we had to wear. I didn't get to brush my teeth, shower or brush my hair. I was the resident tranny and I had to be excluded from any basic hygiene I guess.
Eventually I did get out. The staff even threatened to call the cops on my mom if she got me out early. They didn't.
For the past month I've been doing some actual recovering.
Doing a outpatient practice which is honestly really helpful. Physical therapy on my own and just sleeping has been incredible for my recovery. I have to take a lot of pills for my heart and shit now, but I'm waning off of things and am so close to making a FULL RECOVERY, even with everything. I guess my body just won't let me quit. I don't know what I'm doing right now but I'm fine physically at least. This is probably my last post here, might make this it's own thread but I don't know.
So you are glad you are still here?Not good but painless. I called for help at the last second,, If I'd taken any longer I'd be dead for sure. There was no pain, but dizziness, and confusion, headache and a pounding, thumping sensation(probably my heart beating at god speed. I must've hit my head at one point, now I have a sick scar on my forehead. I eventually made it to the hospital, but I don't remember much of it at all, i do remember being really freaked out by waking up wirh a catheter lol, did see my boyfriend and mom and sister at some point although it's a blur.A good couple of months of my life forgotten.Then later was moved to an inpatient program where I received NO care for my condition, other than some fucking antidepressants. At that point I needed physical therapy more than anything, I was so weak; I lost like 30lbs, I was falling down, lost all my motor control, and dealt with some severe short term memory loss. Of course, these were not treated. I had to do all of it on my own when I finally got out later on. Me being trans was also an issue, in day to day life I always pass, but they had my records and deliberately called me by my dead name and called me he. Safe to say I faked being good to be out as soon as possible. It was more like a holding cell than anything. Slept in a bright room on a brick-like mattress with someone checking on me like every 15 minutes to make sure I wasn't like hanging myself with a fucking shoelace or some bullshit. We even had our fucking little outfits we had to wear. I didn't get to brush my teeth, shower or brush my hair. I was the resident tranny and I had to be excluded from any basic hygiene I guess.
Eventually I did get out. The staff even threatened to call the cops on my mom if she got me out early. They didn't.
For the past month I've been doing some actual recovering.
Doing a outpatient practice which is honestly really helpful. Physical therapy on my own and just sleeping has been incredible for my recovery. I have to take a lot of pills for my heart and shit now, but I'm waning off of things and am so close to making a FULL RECOVERY, even with everything. I guess my body just won't let me quit. I don't know what I'm doing right now but I'm fine physically at least. This is probably my last post here, might make this it's own thread but I don't know.
Anyone still thinking of this method pls take notes and do NOT drink snNot good but painless. I called for help at the last second,, If I'd taken any longer I'd be dead for sure. There was no pain, but dizziness, and confusion, headache and a pounding, thumping sensation(probably my heart beating at god speed. I must've hit my head at one point, now I have a sick scar on my forehead. I eventually made it to the hospital, but I don't remember much of it at all, i do remember being really freaked out by waking up wirh a catheter lol, did see my boyfriend and mom and sister at some point although it's a blur.A good couple of months of my life forgotten.Then later was moved to an inpatient program where I received NO care for my condition, other than some fucking antidepressants. At that point I needed physical therapy more than anything, I was so weak; I lost like 30lbs, I was falling down, lost all my motor control, and dealt with some severe short term memory loss. Of course, these were not treated. I had to do all of it on my own when I finally got out later on. Me being trans was also an issue, in day to day life I always pass, but they had my records and deliberately called me by my dead name and called me he. Safe to say I faked being good to be out as soon as possible. It was more like a holding cell than anything. Slept in a bright room on a brick-like mattress with someone checking on me like every 15 minutes to make sure I wasn't like hanging myself with a fucking shoelace or some bullshit. We even had our fucking little outfits we had to wear. I didn't get to brush my teeth, shower or brush my hair. I was the resident tranny and I had to be excluded from any basic hygiene I guess.
Eventually I did get out. The staff even threatened to call the cops on my mom if she got me out early. They didn't.
For the past month I've been doing some actual recovering.
Doing a outpatient practice which is honestly really helpful. Physical therapy on my own and just sleeping has been incredible for my recovery. I have to take a lot of pills for my heart and shit now, but I'm waning off of things and am so close to making a FULL RECOVERY, even with everything. I guess my body just won't let me quit. I don't know what I'm doing right now but I'm fine physically at least. This is probably my last post here, might make this it's own thread but I don't know.
95% of methods carry a risk. Infact it seems like they all do.Anyone still thinking of this method pls take notes and do NOT drink sn
and with the recovery, it is at least couple of hellish months. does not worth the risk.
Some methods are fail proof but I mean..idk95% of methods carry a risk. Infact it seems like they all do.
Are you saying don't attempt to ctb with SN? And are you basing this off of that *single* account you just read?? If so, I don't believe you know much about SN at all. There is risk with all methods. Hanging, night-night, cutting. All can lead to a long terrible period of recovery if it fails. The risk of failing with SN should be low if the medication guide is followed. It is still one of the best. Please don't try to scare people away from methods unless it is obvious there is a high chance it won't work.Anyone still thinking of this method pls take notes and do NOT drink sn
even with the recovery, it is at least couple of hellish months. does not worth the risk.
Not just one incident at all...do as you please thoAre you saying don't attempt to ctb with SN? And are you basing this off of that *single* account you just read?? If so, I don't believe you know much about SN at all. There is risk with all methods. Hanging, night-night, cutting. All can lead to a long terrible period of recovery if it fails. The risk of failing with SN should be low if the medication guide is followed. It is still one of the best. Please don't try to scare people away from methods unless it is obvious there is a high chance it won't work.
I'm glad for you!To answer y'all's questions, YES I did follow the medication regiment. I kept all of it down. My survival was an anomaly however, I should not have lived. I'm pretty sure the nurse who was treating me got a fukcing award or something. I would hesistate to call the recovery "painful" however-at least not in the physical sense. There was a lot of physical therapy to do but "painful recovery" is not what it was(at least I don't remember it). I'm not suicidal right now -thinking that maybe just maybe there's a way out, maybe wishful thinking but it's how I keep myself going. Maybe I'll just do porn or something but I don't know. Could pick up a trade or something. We'll see. But as for now I'm alive with no plan to leave anytime soon.