
My ass hangs up. Next day my dad gets a call. My door is beat tf down and ALL my shit gets taken. I get grounded for 4 months, which in my family means farm labor. Long story short I was in a much bigger crisis situation after that experience. The lack of respect for people’s own understanding of their problems has doubtlessly resulted in a non-zero number of suicides. Crisis lines are for stupid people with incredibly simple issues. They solve nothing!
Older brother. I ask them if this is fine and they say yes. I tell them he’s 28 and lives in another state. I have a whole elaborate lie w like 3 important details. This idiot gets on the phone w them and says the wrong age. They call me back and are like heyyyyy girl he said the wrong age. I proceed to tell them that yes I lied, but if I tell my parents I called the suicide hotline they are literally going to kill me. They start talking about how they have to speak w an adult guardian blah bla