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bartel magic said:
No it's a good question mate........rehabilitation is a complex issue. In my case, I didn't have an extensive criminal history, nor was I suffering from an form of addiction. (Most often the driving force behind criminality)
Mine was a spur of the moment action, that had dire consequences which made the initial stages of jail, all the more surreal
What I can tell you, is that in jail it's very easy to spiral into a very dangerous cycle of violence, drug taking and criminality.
I think I used my 2 year wisely by finishing my degree and using it as a constant reminder of how quickly things can go wrong in someone's life.
Many others in the system have a lot more demons like mental health, addiction, lack of family support and long time unemployment to overcome.
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Credit on getting through that and not coming back out a Collingwood supporter.

Respect brah.:thumbsu:
 
Ashton Agar said:
Never had it happen to me directly but one time as probably a 11-12 year old where I learnt early on a Saturday morning we were off to hospital as my grandfather was in hospital. My parents were trying to protect me and my sisters so they didn't really tell us about it, but from their discussions I knew it was pretty bad. So I hopped in car and daydreamed as we drove probably 30-40 minutes to the hospital. We got to the hospital and I ducked off too the loo, as well as my mum and sisters. My dad went off to go see my grandfather (his father). I got out and waited outside the ladies bathroom as I didn't know my way around the hospital and they came out and we walked back into the waiting room. We walked in and there is my dad sitting on his own crying. This hit me like a tonne of bricks because 1) I knew it was obviously bad but 2) I'd never seen my dad cry before. Once my mum consoled my dad we went into the emergency section and got outside the door to his room. My dad stopped and told us kids to not go in because he didn't want us to see (as I said he was protecting us). Dad and mum went inside and me and my sisters were left standing there for what was probably 5-10 minutes but felt like an eternity. I started avoiding everyone's eye as I was getting overwhelmed and then my mum came out and gave me a hug and I burst into tears, it was all too much to take in. I was an absolute wreck and dad came out to see what was going on and they tried to calm me down but it took a nurse to come and say "It's okay. Grandpa will be alright I promise." for me too stop crying.

I was still pretty shaky until we got home and I thought nothing I can do so I might as well watch the footy. Relaxed as I started watching. Then that night was an Essendon game so my dad watched it with me (he is a passionate fan as well). All of the sudden he walked out the room midplay which was unusual but I thought nothing of it. 5 minutes later he went to go talk to mum and I realised he was crying again (I felt terrible again). He said that my grandfather was on life support and that people never pulled through on life support. Now I had no idea what life support was but I got the no pulling through bit. I was stressed again and didn't recover all night. I went to bed and thought if god was real he will help us now so I prayed and prayed and prayed until I feel asleep. My grandfather pulled through and was fine after that but it gave me the fright of my life at that stage of my life.
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It is bizarre, touching them and feeling how cold they are and seeing them as just an organism and not a person. I'm happy the last time I saw someone like that was a few years on, back in hospital, but still able to talk and impart something nice to me: "enjoy your year." The brave thing was when people go and see their parents or whoever, even though they're not the same person, and have those as their last memories just so the person in sickness has some comfort and familiarity. It's probably sad to see someone for the last time as not there, drugged up, or not even conscious, but to do the right thing by them. I don't know, I think it's pretty noble to sacrifice something as important as your memories for someone to feel loved. Bit of a tangent, sorry.
 

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Ashton Agar said:
Never had it happen to me directly but one time as probably a 11-12 year old where I learnt early on a Saturday morning we were off to hospital as my grandfather was in hospital. My parents were trying to protect me and my sisters so they didn't really tell us about it, but from their discussions I knew it was pretty bad. So I hopped in car and daydreamed as we drove probably 30-40 minutes to the hospital. We got to the hospital and I ducked off too the loo, as well as my mum and sisters. My dad went off to go see my grandfather (his father). I got out and waited outside the ladies bathroom as I didn't know my way around the hospital and they came out and we walked back into the waiting room. We walked in and there is my dad sitting on his own crying. This hit me like a tonne of bricks because 1) I knew it was obviously bad but 2) I'd never seen my dad cry before. Once my mum consoled my dad we went into the emergency section and got outside the door to his room. My dad stopped and told us kids to not go in because he didn't want us to see (as I said he was protecting us). Dad and mum went inside and me and my sisters were left standing there for what was probably 5-10 minutes but felt like an eternity. I started avoiding everyone's eye as I was getting overwhelmed and then my mum came out and gave me a hug and I burst into tears, it was all too much to take in. I was an absolute wreck and dad came out to see what was going on and they tried to calm me down but it took a nurse to come and say "It's okay. Grandpa will be alright I promise." for me too stop crying.

I was still pretty shaky until we got home and I thought nothing I can do so I might as well watch the footy. Relaxed as I started watching. Then that night was an Essendon game so my dad watched it with me (he is a passionate fan as well). All of the sudden he walked out the room midplay which was unusual but I thought nothing of it. 5 minutes later he went to go talk to mum and I realised he was crying again (I felt terrible again). He said that my grandfather was on life support and that people never pulled through on life support. Now I had no idea what life support was but I got the no pulling through bit. I was stressed again and didn't recover all night. I went to bed and thought if god was real he will help us now so I prayed and prayed and prayed until I feel asleep. My grandfather pulled through and was fine after that but it gave me the fright of my life at that stage of my life.
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The worst thing I've found is just seeing your family members in such tough situations. They completely change and in my case it was my old man lying there basically in a heap fighting to stay alive.

Thanks to the internet I have become far less sensitive to things, but nothing could stop me from feeling something when I saw my old man lying there.
 
Silent Alarm said:
It is bizarre, touching them and feeling how cold they are and seeing them as just an organism and not a person. I'm happy the last time I saw someone like that was a few years on, back in hospital, but still able to talk and impart something nice to me: "enjoy your year." The brave thing was when people go and see their parents or whoever, even though they're not the same person, and have those as their last memories just so the person in sickness has some comfort and familiarity. It's probably sad to see someone for the last time as not there, drugged up, or not even conscious, but to do the right thing by them. I don't know, I think it's pretty noble to sacrifice something as important as your memories for someone to feel loved. Bit of a tangent, sorry.
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It's terrifying. I remember expecting it to look like it is in the movies, with the said person lying there looking peaceful. Seeing your dad with tubes allover him, pale as a ghost, with his eyes freakishly opening and closing every once in a while was bad.

I don't think I ever would have recovered if that was my last memory of my father.

In a way I'm kind of glad the child me didn't see my grandmothers in their last moments. On the other hand it hurts knowing they died and you couldn't be there to say your goodbyes.
 
nbaman1 said:
It's terrifying. I remember expecting it to look like it is in the movies, with the said person lying there looking peaceful. Seeing your dad with tubes allover him, pale as a ghost, with his eyes freakishly opening and closing every once in a while was bad.
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Yeah my dad has since told me thats what my grandfather had on him. He says it is the worst thing he remembers seeing. I'm glad my dad stopped me from looking at that age, I couldn't handle it as it was... imagine if I'd seen my grandfather.
 
Copped some pretty severe bulling, got to the point I was too scared to leave the house. Started boxing and within 9 months I'd lost +30kgs, this was the first time in my life I discovered I could actually do something. I ended up repeating year 12 the next year and getting into the course I always wanted to. Took the past two years off to work. I'm a PT which has helped me mature and grow as a person, 4 years ago I couldn't talk to a stranger, hold eye contact etc.. now I've taking classes with 20+ in them. Starting uni in 2 weeks and I'm absolutely pumped that my life now has some direction.

Losing my auntie, uncle, grandma and grandpa in the space of 12 months was hard but has just made me appreciate life more. The death of a fellow class mate the year after school finished was pretty hard to deal with, the bloke was the biggest joker who would bring a smile to everyones faces, he fell off a motorbike overseas. Saddest part was he gave his helmet to his passenger.
 
The big one for me was watching one of my closest friends battle lukemia. We were both 20 years old, she'd just got back from overseas, was in hospital because she was feeling lethargic. Doc's reckoned she would be out in a few days. A week later, its Christmas eve and she's being whisked down to Melbourne to receive treatment. Felt so powerless sitting by her bedside, helped her through the recovery process (such as physio) as much as possible Really makes you appreciate life, take stock of what you have and what really matters. Very happy to say she is doing well now, so proud of her for everything she has achieved, she is literally an inspiration.
 
Lama94 said:
Copped some pretty severe bulling, got to the point I was too scared to leave the house. Started boxing and within 9 months I'd lost +30kgs, this was the first time in my life I discovered I could actually do something. I ended up repeating year 12 the next year and getting into the course I always wanted to. Took the past two years off to work. I'm a PT which has helped me mature and grow as a person, 4 years ago I couldn't talk to a stranger, hold eye contact etc.. now I've taking classes with 20+ in them. Starting uni in 2 weeks and I'm absolutely pumped that my life now has some direction.

Losing my auntie, uncle, grandma and grandpa in the space of 12 months was hard but has just made me appreciate life more. The death of a fellow class mate the year after school finished was pretty hard to deal with, the bloke was the biggest joker who would bring a smile to everyones faces, he fell off a motorbike overseas. Saddest part was he gave his helmet to his passenger.
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Wait, you copped some severe bullying, yet belted the shit out of the bloke?

You're copped what you did to others is what you're saying?
 

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Going to Philippines with Dad. From then on I knew I was a Brad Pitt or George Clooney amongst millions of degenerates and losers who can't even afford to buy a bag of rice or just dirty old men.

My confidence has soared as a result and I can't even be bothered trying to meet women here as I know that it's only a $1000 ticket and 8 hour flight to pusssy heaven. Aussie women are ungrateful, stuck up, narcissistic slags anyway.
 
Manila_Playa seems to have made a short-lived comeback.
 
Reading someone characterise themselves as a George Clooney or Brad Pitt among degenerates and losers was a bit of a life changing experience.
 

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