Back when I was 10 there were some druggies living next to me. I was good friends with their kids. One day when they left their kids there unattended we got into the garage. Long story short, the house burned down. The kids survived, but the parents were never seen after that. Pretty sure they werent home but the timing for their dossapearance was odd.
I had these really annoying ducks near my house and I would shoot at them, but missed a lot. The neighbor’s dog would pop out of the tall grass and LAUGH at me each time. It made me so mad I tried to murder that dog multiple times but he always got away.
If you think those ducks were a pain, you should have gone across to your other neighbor's house where they just had teeny tiny clay discs flying around.
So I'll actually answer since I've never shared this even though the post is making a joke.
It's not really murder I'm sure, but it has stuck with me forever. I took care of my grandmother through the end stages of her cancer as some form of "hospice" care. I was the one that gave her morphine when she needed it and essentially within days of starting it she became more and more zombified and then passed away. It happened within roughly a week. It was only after all that did learn about morphine toxicity in the elderly and realized that even though it helped her with the pain I'm pretty sure I "killed" her. :(
For what it's worth, if i ever find myself elderly with end stage cancer, I would consider it a kindness to be able to go out painlessly and relatively quickly.
So people with end stage cancer do often deteriorate like that, the morphine is unlikely to have caused her death but it would have definitely made her more comfortable.
You did the right thing for your grandma. You didn't speed up her death, you cared for her through a difficult time.
Thank you for being there for them.
If this is playing on your mind get in touch with the hospice/ palliative care team who were involved and talk it through with them. They will be happy to help and won't mind you calling at all, even if it is a long time since it happened.
Where I live it's legal. There's paperwork, a psychological interview of the patient and it must be done by somebody who is allowed to do so. My grandfather went like that. Even though it's sad, I'm glad he got to go before it became even worse.
I'm so sorry that happened, truly. Honestly, though, you deserved to have better medical guidance during that time and it really isn't your fault for not knowing. I think that at that point, though, it was way more important for her to be comfortable above all else. She was lucky to have you there.
Damn, guess I'll have to take these shovels through normal checkout, hopefully bodies in my car doesn't start rotting before I get a chance to bury them.
I raised this Mac and cheese from a box. I fed it milk. I kept it warm on the stovetop. And I'd do it again. Probably Saturday as I'm watching some sports matches.
I've made an inexcusable mistake that caused someone to die. It's been 20-ish years, still not over it. Is anyone even allowed to get over something like that and go on with their lives?
People ask because murderers exist, and if they've served their sentence, they might be willing to answer and have interesting stories?
Is anyone even allowed to get over something like that and go on with their lives?
If it was a mistake and you didn't intend to actually kill anyone, then yes I think you're allowed to move on at some point and even forgive yourself for that.
Mistakes happen. Often it's just bad luck. There's no benefit in beating yourself up about it. What happened has happened and there's no going back. Grieving and regretting and feeling bad and such is normal and okay but I'd say 20 years is enough time to start thinking of forgiveness and moving on.
Its been 20 years. Why not share the story. Its an anonymous forum. Most will assume any stories here are made up. It's therapeutic as fuck, like writing a letter you'll never send. Just giving a perspective most who know you would never give.🍻
Shyea right, nice try NSA, like I would ever tell you about that time on September 27, 2012, 3:03 am, Jefferson Dr in Bowling Green, Ohio, when I was driving drunk and veered around a corner, slamming into someone walking along the road. Or that the pedestrian is killed instantly and I sped away without calling 9-1-1. You think I’d rat myself out like that?
Yes I'm a mass murder and so is my family, the skin cells that I shed every day are entitled to the personhood that we afford people! Never mind that the death and shedding of skin cells in natural, normal and everyone does it, we must protect the skin cells!
People like to ask edgy questions to get imaginary points or to feel important by getting hidden information, people are goofy.
Why are people religious? In part because it's human nature to want to know things that other people don't know. Fake hidden knowledge is a sweet treat to a truth starved brain
If you can get people to believe in magic they have never seen because of stories that never happened to explain an afterlife that nobody knows about, you can easily get them to also fork over a considerable amount of their income to avoid a fate that will never happen.
Nevermind that you can also produce some fearless soldiers who will gladly hand over their life for no real reason.
In many jurisdictions there is a big difference between murdering and killing. Murder it’s almost always a giant no-no. The killing angle would more likely get you some stories. There’s a tumblr (?) thread about women offing their husbands etc for some pretty reasonable reasons - although, honestly, a lot of those were probably murder; now that I think of it.
Yeah, that’s right up there with the classic “face-to-fist” fighting technique. Sadly, the thread in question was a bit more “…he did it to me for years but the first time he did it to our daughter I snapped.” Kinda grim - but real.
There was someone I know who died of covid, and there is reason to believe I was the one who gave it to them. I remember frantically rereading scripture after that for an assessment to get an idea of the weight of that. I don't like the thought.
Dunno. Maybe it's genuine curiosity. Maybe they're farming upvotes and believe that something dramatic like such a question will achieve that.
But to answer the question; almost. I came pretty close to murdering somebody. Not out of rage or anything, but out of desperation. A man was attacking my mother, choking her on her leather necklace. My sister grabbed the chopping axe. I grabbed the metal pipe, but then we just froze.
Pretty sure if my mom died I'd be too traumatised to talk about it. The whole event already wasn't exactly a small deal, I'd have been permanently devastated if the worst happened.
Once had a deep long talk with a guy who gunned down an armed guy breaking into his home. Dude didn't show any remorse but also didn't show any pride in it. It was just another thing that happened to him living in a shit neighborhood. He also had to shoot at others breaking in before, but didn't kill them. I think sometimes people live in a concrete jungle where jungle rules still apply - kill or be killed. Some people deal better with this fact than others but the dude also had major psycho vibes.
Once in a dream I murdered an old man. He was trying to stop our tomato fight inside the library. Then my buddies and I buried him in the garden, to resurrect an ancient god. And in the place where we buried him, a huge palm was born - but instead of leaves, it had the old man's face sculpted in wood.
I just murdered a bunch of people. Two people in rapid succession actually. But then I got ran over and was murdered. When I woke up again, I ran to murder the murderer who murdered me but then was murdered by another murderer who murdered my murderer friend.
I murdered a housefly today that has been taunting me for three days. Like with my bare hands. It’s the best thing I’ve done all week. I’m taking the rest of the week off.