u/ffloralandfading

&gt;! I fear I may have triggered a stranger feeling suicidal and i don't know what to do !<

Hello all,

I'm trying to get past this without reassurance, but I'm genuinely so stuck and nervous.

Today, I was walking from school with my friends. There was an older guy sitting on a bench near our path, and I think he was homeless. I was talking about how much I hated my English class, and so, around the time we walked past the homeless man, I said something along the lines of "ugh, my English class is like a try not to kill yourself challenge." But almost immediately after (or maybe in my head brewing right before I said it? idk) I started worrying that I might have triggered this guy. I couldn't tell if he was asleep or not, but if he wasn't, he's probably struggled a lot in life already and may have been suicidal already and my mention of suicide might have made him feel worse and lead him to death. And if he was asleep, then maybe he heard it in his dream or something and is now thinking about suicide. This has been freaking me out and I'm terrified i may have led him to suicide. I tried to go back to the bench to talk to him and give him food but he wasn't there.

What do I do? How do i move on? I feel like I don't deserve to move on because I might have been tied to the ending of someone's life.

hey all,

i am 16 yrs old and ive realized this past year that my parents are irritating me so badly. they’re always so touchy when i want space, they always want to talk when i don’t, and if i try to establish boundaries or say i don’t want to do those things they consider me rude or disrespectful. spending time with them feels like a chore now, which makes me feel sick to say but it’s true.
when i was younger, i treated them as gods. i tried to be a good kid. i obeyed everything they said, took their views as above others, and shared everything because I thought it was the right thing to do.
but as i grow older, i find myself disagreeing a lot more. a lot of their views are flawed. they control my self expression to an extent, and looking back, when i thought i was gay and/or transgender and shared it with them, they shut it down pretty fast (“no, you’re not”). and i want to keep things to myself, but that doesn’t happen. they get mad when i don’t share. and for some reason, im still not really sure why, i find myself increasingly eager to separate myself from parts of my childhood. idk if thats related to the above. i’ve always struggled with identity, too.

anyways, im wondering if this has to do with enmeshment? or am i just, idk, being a dick?