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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I definitely feel that it should incorporated into the school systems as part of drug awareness. The thing the kids like is the light headedness and the "rush" they get when oxygen returns to the brain. When they try this alone with a ligature around their neck, the passout comes before they can stop it and they faint, now they are hanging and in just a few minutes (3) brain damage begins and death shortly afterwards. So you see how quickly this can happen. They could say they are going for a nap, you could be outside gardening or in the shower, doing laundry, watching TV, you wonder why your son is so quiet, after awhile you go check their room. If you find them before they die, they may have brain damage of various degrees, but more often are past that and almost dead or dead. My son was sitting on his bottom bunk, his feet on the floor, he had a necktie tied loosely around his neck attached to the top side rail of the upper bed, he must have been leaning forward to apply pressure to his neck and passed out. The idea would have been to let up when he felt too lightheaded, but it comes fast, they can instantly go past that point and passout, then they are lost. My son never moved, but the paramedics found a pulse in his femoral artery in his leg and shocked him, gave him drugs to make his heart recover, gave him oxygen, administered CPR from my house to the ER, ( my husband and I had been trying CPR too waiting for them to arrive) but it was way too late, I know they knew that, he was pronounced dead in the ER at 7:09 pm, I found him a few minutes before 6 pm. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Jason had gotten so he didnt want me to go in his room to put his clothes away the last few months he was alive, maybe a year. But I did anyway, but he would say "This is my room mom" and I thought that was just a teenage thing. I never went through his things, I had no reason to, I thought I knew everything he did, there weren't secrets I thought. But after he died, in a drawer in a dresser where he kept toys and baseball gloves, things like that, I found some things in his bottom drawer. T shirts with the bottom cut off, the bottom made into loops and some nylon ropes knotted into nooses. He was collecting military things and had bought a gas mask, I thought nothing of that, but now know he could have used it to shut off his oxygen, i dont know if he did, but he could have. So parents can look for ropes and soft things tied into knots and nooses. Jason didnt use plastic bags but that's another thing some kids use, or towels to pad the rope so marks wont show in their necks. Also the bloodshot eyes, maybe coming out of their room after a "nap" and being groggy acting, or marks on their necks, or wearing high collars. I didnt notice these last things, in fact there weren't obvious clues with Jason, just the things in his room in that drawer. Oh we had an extension rod on our shower, one evening when he was in the shower that fell, it never did before, now looking back he may have been pulling down on it. And he was wanting to stay home alot more lately, again, I thought because of his age, he had always wanted to go with me everywhere, he still did mostly but there were those times he wanted to stay home alone. He was my only child, my heart is forever broken and I hope some kids can live if this news gets out, it must be explained to parents and kids alike, if it can happen to my son it can happen to anybody. It's been learned that some children as young as 7 know about the choking game and some do it alone, which is deadly. As they get older they combine it with a sexual aspect and then it's known as AEA. It's unknown how many young people die from this yearly as records aren't kept and so many deaths are falsely labeled as suicides. It's estimated that at least 1000 a year die, but I suspect there are many more than that. Most deaths are under age 25. ![]() ![]() Stop the Choking Game Deadly Games Children Play ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() To Lose a Child The finality of death is too brutal. There's no going back, no doing it over, no second chance. All the "if only's" or "what if's" don't change a thing. Hearts are crushed and the damage done can never be repaired. All that is left are memories which we treasure, but the essence of the person, the flesh, the scent, the voice, the smile, the presence, the touch, will never be again. The pain overwhelms and consumes. The "missing" of your child is unbearable. And never ends. Your life is a whirlpool of sadness and your mind keeps saying "This can not be!" Your life is a nightmare you'll never wake up from. The loss is too great to get over or recover from. Too bad, too dark, too final. I love you Jason, absolutely and for all eternity and I miss you terribly and forever. ~~~Mom ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() July 22, 1999 (3 months after death) Dear Jason, I'll love you always, you are forever in my heart, always on my mind and in my thoughts for all eternity. I love you, dear sweet boy, and can not face a future without you. You taught me more about life, love and the heart than anything before or after you, ever will. I thank God I knew you......I'm glad you were born to me. I am so horribly and terribly sad that I lost you and you lost your very life. You were precious to me, body and soul......I never had or never will, love anything like I love you. You were (and are, still) my shining light. I'd do anything to see you again. My heart is forever broken. ~~~~Mommy ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I have a face I put in place; It's what I wear when folks are there. For those who only want to see the way they think I ought to be. I live in times that have no light, just cloudy darkness, endless night. I no longer see the sun, I laugh but never feel the fun. When I arise to start a day, I stumble as I make my way. I don't know whose really me, I'm not the one I used to be. I have no heart to fill with joy, I lost it when I lost my boy. The future is so bleak to me, I choose to not let others see. So when people stop to ask, I hide behind my smiling mask. ~Dianna J. Brendle~June 11, 2000 ![]() ![]() ![]() by clicking on the Teen Angels banner below ~
![]() ![]() ![]() Stephen T. Connelly ![]() http://members.tripod.com/billykay/ ![]() Nat's Page ![]() ![]() ![]() there are many links to news articles about this deadly game. Here is Gabe's site: Still Loving My Gabriel ![]() http://www.studioja.com/ryansstory.htm http://groups.yahoo.com/group/autoeroticasphyxiationsupport/ http://www.mailtribune.com/archive/2002/february/020102n3.htm ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() A friend can hear a tear drop. ![]() This webpage is created ![]() ![]() ![]() Maria's Tribute to Christopher ![]()
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