So, I’ve been a tad quiet the last few days, mainly as I’ve suffered from a flu, and thus found it more interesting to sleep than to write.
But enough with fever, running nose, aching body and all that, I’m back at work, and feeling better 🙂
I have been a bit busy ingame, as some of you might have seen on my twitter.
A young frustrated teen poked me, to talk to me, something which we have been doing for quite a while now. I’ve helped him gather the courage to talk to an adult at his school, and tried to support him. Sadly things took a bad turn, as he admitted to me, to have been cutting himself and attempted to slit his wrist.
My first thought was helplines, but he refused to call a helpline, as he feared his dad would hear him talking.
I tried to persuade him to speak to his father, the adult at school, his brother anyone really. He refused.
Then I alerted the Blizzard gm’s, to have them call authorities – aka real life threat report. They promised me to proceed with the chat to someone else, and nothing else seemingly happened.
I know, that crying out for help like this, increases the risk of him actually doing it. I know having considered method, increases the risk. I know having tried, increases the risk of him doing it again. I know that males are normally more “successful” when trying to take their own life.
And I was the only one who knew. I did not even know his first name (I know now), only the country he lives in.
I talked to him a couple times more, made him promise from talk to talk, not to do anything silly, and tried to keep pushing him towards talking to his father. I offered to talk to his dad for him, but his dad sadly does not understand English.
I tried to doxx him, knowing only his btag name and country, together with a friend, but we came up short. The doxx was in case I had to call an ambulance in a matter of minutes.
Then I tried sending out a cautious whisper to a friend, seeing if anyone knew his email somehow. Careful not to make it public known ofc.
And finally… monday, the kid contacted me again, telling me, he talked to his dad. That he’s now going to live with his grandparents, and will receive proff. help. That he was slightly optimistic, and relieved that his father finally took him serious.
So, whoever you are, dear dad from a foreign country. Thank you. Thank you for seeing your son, recognising his distress, and supporting him. Thank you, for taking him serious that one time in his life, where he needed you the most.
I feel so relieved, and happy for this kid, who finally after all was talked out yesterday asked me: “I never got to ask you… what’s your name again?”
We exchanged names, and he got my cell phone number too. I don’t usually hand that out, but his internet connection by the grandparents are almost non-existant. So, I told him, if everything goes to hell, and you don’t see any way out, call me.
Take care, my young friend. You have an entire life ahead of you, and things will get better. There is another way, and while life might not always be fun, it can be a lot better than it is for you right now.
ps: I have ofcourse avoided revealing any names, countries and so forth in this post, due to the safety of the kid.
As a 32-year old accountant IRL, people are often quite surprised to realise I live half my life as an orc.
And yes, I guess it is quite odd, even though I know many like me inside this online world.
One of the things I notice once in a while, is how people hide it IRL, afraid to acknowledge their inner geek, admitting they are a child deep within.
I’m not sure I follow why.
I got my very first accountant job due to playing WoW – turned out my boss was hardcore raider.
I got my current job due to being a computer geek – turned out they lacked a computer savvy person.
And yes, I brought my Frostwolf plushie to work the other day, they chuckled a bit with me, and accepted that I, as a 32 year old accountant had brought a toy with me for work.
And sure, my intern sitting infront of me, shaked her head a little as I took a picture of my Frostwolf using an old calculator, but it was fun nonetheless.
I believe, the world would be a better place, if we all just remembered the joy of being a child and playing once more.
And yes, I cry after roleplay, as I get so attached to the various chars people build up, it’s so sad when they die in-char, I jump half a meter in the couch from a simple shock-effect in a horror movie, and I turn in my chair to avoid falling down a cliff in WoW. But I love my imagination, and I am proud of it!
I dare you all, to enter the biggest toystore nearby, today, and immerse yourself into the world. Play with the toys, act silly, run through the shop with an “elephant trunk” making elephant noises. Try it. Release the adult stress and forget anything which troubles you, even if just for a second.
So, today is yet another day in my second life.
-No I do not play Second Life, I just spend so much time in WoW – it has become a second life for me.
Currently I’m trying to level my engineering and herbalism up, so that I am finally done with my professions.
I have a task with some reputations, and also, I should begin to clear some old MoP achievements out of the way, I guess.
Roleplay takes a lot of time from me, and there’s so many things I want to do ingame, but just didn’t have the time for yet.
I still have only had time to max 3 chars to 100, I have most unlocked for garrison though. Soon™.
I brought my little Frostwolf pup to work today, and afterwards we went outside in the snow for a quick snowball game. My coworkers are now convinced I’m insane. I guess they might be right.