Been there, done that.

Back in the early 1990’s i went to a grade school for sick and disabled children. I have a visual disability myself. Some of the kids were very, very sick. Leukemia, lung diseases, etc. So we’d usually lose about two, three kids per year.

The Christmas holiday was always rough. Some would hold on just to celebrate one last Christmas. When we’d return back to school in January, you’d always hope to start with the same number of classmates…

I had a childhood friend but I never understood what happened until I was an adult.

We lived in the country about half a mile to a mile away from each other. We hung out all the time. Then she stopped walking to my house but I kept walking to hers.

She went bald and I didn’t think much of it. Soon after that her parents told me she couldn’t come out and play when I walked over. I eventually stopped walking over and her family moved.

I don’t know if she died or not but I remember not understanding why her parents didn’t want her to play with me anymore.

One day as an adult I was talking with some people about childhood friends and I started to tell a story about one girls shitty parents who wouldn’t let her play anymore… Then it hit. Oh. She couldn’t walk to my house anymore, she couldn’t play anymore, then they were gone.

This brought up something I never talked about until now and pushed down and forgot about.

I was approximately 11 or 12. My first real girlfriend. Holding hands, talking on the phone. Smooches, nothing too crazy. She lived in a huge house in a really good neighborhood. I will go over there on the weekends. This happened for four or five months.

One weekend, I don’t know how I found out of the specifics, but I was unable to see her and didn’t really understand why.

Before I go any further, warning trama warning, don’t read any further if you’re sensitive.

The father shot everyone in the house except for one of the younger sisters. Murder suicide situation.

Wait, I remember a little more. How I found out. my parents went to drop me off at their house and their cops and police tape everywhere.

I never realized how deep my subconscious that event has been pushed down and why I feel the need to speak about it, now. Thank you, poster. Maybe I can deal with it now that I remember it.

damn thats deep

Had a little neighbor girlfriend when I was little. She was super sweet.

In second grade, on Christmas night, she had a brain aneurysm that paralyzed the right half of her body. She was in the hospital for months. After that, she was allowed home for a day or 2 at a time, but had to go back to rehab centers. I’d get to visit with her for a few minutes, but then she’d get worn out.

The finances got too tough and they ended up having to move out of the house.

I’ve always wondered what happened to her.

I need this to be fake, Anon. Don’t do this to my day.

Um, no one noticed the “piece?”

Anon cut her up, mate. Peak 4chan.

Feels cringe, even simulating those thought processes of edge lord.

My friend has PTSD from dealing with “incidents” involving dead children and a friend. One of his coping methods is taking a step back and considering the kids would probably have grown up to be a regular dickhead like the rest of us anyways. Makes it less sad to think about.

Sounds like the plot to an anime.

I want to marry you so we can play our games all day

Damn, Anon.

Great. First thing I read after waking up. Fuck.

I really hope this one is fake. That’s sad as hell

Anon helped a sick child live a some-what normal life before dying.

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