DragonOfTheDawn
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Edit: This is the account of my husband, ZenDragoness writing here, sorry for the mixup. The first extreme moral dilemma i faced was i was 15 (nearly 16). In November 1980 a friend of mine in the same age range took me to the flat of a fatherly friend of him. In retrospect i know today, that this man who was 15 years my senior was a slave and he fell for me. I later learned that he cutted contact with his domina because of me. This all went unbeknownst to me. I met him, thought him attractive but much to old, felt loved in a fatherly way and at home_safe with him. There was no sex, but he gave his all to me. Unluckily had he battled for a long time with depression. As i saw how sad he was, i requested him to go to a professionell, he did that, but it did not helped. Then in July 1981 we met and he drove to a little isle in the Rhein(rhine), we sat at a wooden table and he said that he planned to kill himself, only this time with success, he had tried it some 10 years before with his racing bike, but failed. He explained his reasons: 1.) his depression 2.) all the bad drugs he took, that altered his mind 3.)BDSM, that he went to far, that the pain, that he now needed to get sexual release, was too much 4.) due to alcohol abuse, had he lost his driving license, so he could no longer drive lorries, this was not the job he had learned, but the job, he loved The whole year we spend together i did not saw him drinking or doing drugs, i know to this day not, if it was in the past or in the times we spent not together. I was extremely shocked and thought at first, he made some kind of cruel joke, as i understand, that he was so sure in it, even had everything planned, my whole world shattered. In this state of shock, i required that he went again to the professionell. But Rainer said, that that would be the last time we saw each other, he said: I am burning myself, sell all my possessions, going down in flames and i do not want you to witness this. I knew his parents and his brother and he was so loved and i agonized about telling them, but even at 15 i believed in the right to choose suicide and i knew, that he was of a clear mind. The only possibility to stop him, would have been to put him in a mental hospital, and that would have been devastating, he was such a free spirit. So, in the end i respected his wish, to not tell anybody, but to this day i miss him. It was terrible for a 15 year old and as one day, the friend who brought me to him ,came to visit me and without a word layed the nameplate of his flat in front of me, i knew that he had done it. I spent nearly a half year in a daze, because i wanted to follow him in the darkness, but my sense of living was to strong for it and luckily so. Today i visit his grave from time to time, took all the men, who were important there (3) and lay red roses down.
< Message edited by DragonOfTheDawn -- 6/12/2006 10:14:49 AM >
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