I thought I would write my life story, whether you use it for learning purposes, entertainment, or whatever else.
Starting my story is 15 year old MrKewl (me). I think I'm a bad ass because I did some "social engineering" (i.e. stealing products through customer service) and got some free stuff out of it. I shoplift, a lot. Haven't paid for a candy bar in ages. Quite a few friends, but none of the relationships are very strong because I switched schools half a year ago. I'm average looking, pretty skinny. I look to be about 14-15. Decent at computer programming in VB.NET, PHP, C# and some others like Arduino and Processing languages. For this reason I think I'm smart. I get A's, B's, mostly B's though. Just started sophomore year in high school. My life is going okay, except for the relationships with my family. I lie /all the time/ to them about everything. There is no trust. I can't get along with my parents and sister at all. This is to the point where I refused to go to a family dinner at a restaurant for my mom's birthday. I don't feel very understood by them and am depressed with a lot of social anxiety. Thought about suicide once or twice. I never drink, only smoked a couple times.
One night I was staying up pretty late before school. It was around 11:30 when I got in a fight with my friend from school. She and I fought on Facebook, publicly, about something stupid like abortion or something. (I don't even remember.) Eventually it got to the point where she posted publicly to everyone that "Space is the reason I cut myself".
That was the last straw for me. (This is where it gets really hard for me to recount my tale because I'm so ashamed of what I did.) I go on 4chan.org/b/ around 1AM, and I post her full information (name, facebook, email, address, tumblr, picture, phone number) and told people that if they "fuck with her" that I will upload nude pictures of her.
- (Looking back on it now, I feel like shit thinking about it. I am embarrassed to tell this story to FK, but I will continue.) -
Needless to say it didn't go down well. People sent all sorts of nasty stuff (child porn, death threats, etc.) to her, and she reported this to the police and the expensive private school the two attended. The next morning I was called into the main office. "Did you or did you not?" was the question. I couldn't handle it anymore, and told the first BIG truth that mattered in my life. I broke down in tears. Eventually my parents came to pick him up. They were very disappointed but weren't shocked, it seemed like this was a long time coming.
The next two weeks went by slowly. I was in shock and didn't think I would be kicked out. However, after those two weeks, I received a notice that I would be forced to withdraw and would not be allowed to come back the next year. This hit me like a ton of bricks.
Late in the night about half a month after the 4chan incident, I was picked up by two burly ex-military men who put me on a plane to Utah, USA. Honestly, I didn't even care anymore. This was the lowest of the low points for me. I was VERY depressed and didn't even care enough to think about suicide. You have to have been there to know that feeling.
Later that day with the same ex-military men I was dropped off in the wilderness at what is called a "Wilderness program" (http://www.snwp.com). It's basically a full immersion survival experience with an element of therapy. There was no running water, no stoves, no tents, no toilets, no electricity, nothing. You had to be within eyesight AT ALL TIMES, including sleep and going to the bathroom. You were 60 miles from the nearest town (Duchesne, Utah) and you would not see that town unless you had to be airlifted out from a snakebite or something. Did I mention I went there in the winter time? It was NEGATIVE FORTY (-40) F during most nights. Most days it didn't get above 0 F. We hiked for a long distance (20 miles or so) each day with 50-60 pound packs in the snow. It was not fun. However this experience taught I several valuable lessons (coping with depression, anxiety, learning to tell the truth). I also used wilderness as an opportunity to get away from my parents and offer everyone a chance to calm down and start the rebuilding process.
After 104 days in the wilderness, I graduated. I thought I was going home. But unfortunately, there is another, longer chapter to my story.
I was sent to Kalispell, Montana where I was to attend a therapeutic boarding school called Summit Preparatory School (http://www.summitprepschool.org). I got there and it felt like freedom. I was able to sleep on a bed! I was able to eat the food I wanted! I could shower! However this feeling of a "wilderness high" was not to last. It was good for some time as I was getting back to civilization but eventually it was terrible. EVERYTHING was structured. I did the same routine for 472 days straight (the time I was at the school). However, I immediately noticed differences in how I interacted with people at school. No longer was I volatile and aggressive. I was a "chiller" and really got along with everyone. I came off my depression meds at Summit Prep and have not been on them since. I learned to deal with my anxiety and built my family relationships up to even higher places than they were at any time in my childhood. With the help of the therapists there, I slowly "fixed" my problems (or at least made them as best as I could).
I graduated Summit with a 4.0 GPA and more importantly a fixed life on May 16, 2014.
It's incredible.
The changes I made there - they also apply at home. Everything I learned there has prepared me even more than the average high schooler for life in general. I have a sense of positivity about everything, and I mean everything. Something I would have sat and cried about before, now barely affects my mood. I am 17 now. I realize that I am still young in years but I like to tell myself that I'm old in experience. While I haven't experienced nearly everything that life has to offer, I have exploded in potential.
The guy that lives at home now - his relationships are steel bonds. I am fit and likes to mountain bike and snowboard. I have all A's even though I finished high school a year early, I like to program, I like to meet people, I like to do new things, and see new places. The new me is a person of his word. I have great integrity and I am a loyal and helping friend. I am generous.
If I went back to age 15 and had the choice to do it again, I'm not sure I would. However, in some twisted way, I'm glad I was forced to do it. I needed it.
This thread is dedicated to all those that need help. This thread is dedicated to everyone that is going through some tough time in their life. Stick in there, and you'll make it out a better person.
TL;DR Please just read the post, it's worth it in my opinion.
Starting my story is 15 year old MrKewl (me). I think I'm a bad ass because I did some "social engineering" (i.e. stealing products through customer service) and got some free stuff out of it. I shoplift, a lot. Haven't paid for a candy bar in ages. Quite a few friends, but none of the relationships are very strong because I switched schools half a year ago. I'm average looking, pretty skinny. I look to be about 14-15. Decent at computer programming in VB.NET, PHP, C# and some others like Arduino and Processing languages. For this reason I think I'm smart. I get A's, B's, mostly B's though. Just started sophomore year in high school. My life is going okay, except for the relationships with my family. I lie /all the time/ to them about everything. There is no trust. I can't get along with my parents and sister at all. This is to the point where I refused to go to a family dinner at a restaurant for my mom's birthday. I don't feel very understood by them and am depressed with a lot of social anxiety. Thought about suicide once or twice. I never drink, only smoked a couple times.
One night I was staying up pretty late before school. It was around 11:30 when I got in a fight with my friend from school. She and I fought on Facebook, publicly, about something stupid like abortion or something. (I don't even remember.) Eventually it got to the point where she posted publicly to everyone that "Space is the reason I cut myself".
That was the last straw for me. (This is where it gets really hard for me to recount my tale because I'm so ashamed of what I did.) I go on 4chan.org/b/ around 1AM, and I post her full information (name, facebook, email, address, tumblr, picture, phone number) and told people that if they "fuck with her" that I will upload nude pictures of her.
- (Looking back on it now, I feel like shit thinking about it. I am embarrassed to tell this story to FK, but I will continue.) -
Needless to say it didn't go down well. People sent all sorts of nasty stuff (child porn, death threats, etc.) to her, and she reported this to the police and the expensive private school the two attended. The next morning I was called into the main office. "Did you or did you not?" was the question. I couldn't handle it anymore, and told the first BIG truth that mattered in my life. I broke down in tears. Eventually my parents came to pick him up. They were very disappointed but weren't shocked, it seemed like this was a long time coming.
The next two weeks went by slowly. I was in shock and didn't think I would be kicked out. However, after those two weeks, I received a notice that I would be forced to withdraw and would not be allowed to come back the next year. This hit me like a ton of bricks.
Late in the night about half a month after the 4chan incident, I was picked up by two burly ex-military men who put me on a plane to Utah, USA. Honestly, I didn't even care anymore. This was the lowest of the low points for me. I was VERY depressed and didn't even care enough to think about suicide. You have to have been there to know that feeling.
Later that day with the same ex-military men I was dropped off in the wilderness at what is called a "Wilderness program" (http://www.snwp.com). It's basically a full immersion survival experience with an element of therapy. There was no running water, no stoves, no tents, no toilets, no electricity, nothing. You had to be within eyesight AT ALL TIMES, including sleep and going to the bathroom. You were 60 miles from the nearest town (Duchesne, Utah) and you would not see that town unless you had to be airlifted out from a snakebite or something. Did I mention I went there in the winter time? It was NEGATIVE FORTY (-40) F during most nights. Most days it didn't get above 0 F. We hiked for a long distance (20 miles or so) each day with 50-60 pound packs in the snow. It was not fun. However this experience taught I several valuable lessons (coping with depression, anxiety, learning to tell the truth). I also used wilderness as an opportunity to get away from my parents and offer everyone a chance to calm down and start the rebuilding process.
After 104 days in the wilderness, I graduated. I thought I was going home. But unfortunately, there is another, longer chapter to my story.
I was sent to Kalispell, Montana where I was to attend a therapeutic boarding school called Summit Preparatory School (http://www.summitprepschool.org). I got there and it felt like freedom. I was able to sleep on a bed! I was able to eat the food I wanted! I could shower! However this feeling of a "wilderness high" was not to last. It was good for some time as I was getting back to civilization but eventually it was terrible. EVERYTHING was structured. I did the same routine for 472 days straight (the time I was at the school). However, I immediately noticed differences in how I interacted with people at school. No longer was I volatile and aggressive. I was a "chiller" and really got along with everyone. I came off my depression meds at Summit Prep and have not been on them since. I learned to deal with my anxiety and built my family relationships up to even higher places than they were at any time in my childhood. With the help of the therapists there, I slowly "fixed" my problems (or at least made them as best as I could).
I graduated Summit with a 4.0 GPA and more importantly a fixed life on May 16, 2014.
It's incredible.
The changes I made there - they also apply at home. Everything I learned there has prepared me even more than the average high schooler for life in general. I have a sense of positivity about everything, and I mean everything. Something I would have sat and cried about before, now barely affects my mood. I am 17 now. I realize that I am still young in years but I like to tell myself that I'm old in experience. While I haven't experienced nearly everything that life has to offer, I have exploded in potential.
The guy that lives at home now - his relationships are steel bonds. I am fit and likes to mountain bike and snowboard. I have all A's even though I finished high school a year early, I like to program, I like to meet people, I like to do new things, and see new places. The new me is a person of his word. I have great integrity and I am a loyal and helping friend. I am generous.
If I went back to age 15 and had the choice to do it again, I'm not sure I would. However, in some twisted way, I'm glad I was forced to do it. I needed it.
This thread is dedicated to all those that need help. This thread is dedicated to everyone that is going through some tough time in their life. Stick in there, and you'll make it out a better person.
TL;DR Please just read the post, it's worth it in my opinion.
