Helatruralhome
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Also this popped up on my timeline and thought it apt:
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shugabug23
Chatty Member
Remember me mentioning I went and asked the doc for help? It’s because April 2020 I lost my best friend to pancreatic cancer, sep 2020 my Nan died suddenly and at her funeral I found out my mum had terminal cancer & I moved back to Ireland so she could be looked after pallitively at home.
I AM FUMING. She follows me on Twitter and I am so, so, so close to handing in my tattle pass and letting rip at her on the hellsite. But that would serve her, not me and since I’m not a narcissistic cunt I won’t. But when you come down and grunk here Jack, as much as you’re a grifter & a liar I always held hope you’d sort your head out and lead a better life. Now? You deserve to be hit with your own shit
I AM FUMING. She follows me on Twitter and I am so, so, so close to handing in my tattle pass and letting rip at her on the hellsite. But that would serve her, not me and since I’m not a narcissistic cunt I won’t. But when you come down and grunk here Jack, as much as you’re a grifter & a liar I always held hope you’d sort your head out and lead a better life. Now? You deserve to be hit with your own shit
jenny2603
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Sorry but I think a lot of her stans just enjoy the drama. I'm not a Jack fan but if I was genuinely concerned about Jack, I would call Essex Police and let them know there was reason to be concerned about her welfare. I wouldn't Tweet fucking Nigella Lawson or Roger De Courcey and Nookie Bear.
Secondly if I'd said something that gave people the impression that I was suicidal when I wasn't I'd back on Twitter correcting that in record time explaining that I was fine/getting help and there was no need at all to panic because I wouldn't want anyone being distressed.
Secondly if I'd said something that gave people the impression that I was suicidal when I wasn't I'd back on Twitter correcting that in record time explaining that I was fine/getting help and there was no need at all to panic because I wouldn't want anyone being distressed.
Lucky Escape
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No hits on google or twitter seach for any of this - eg.
Five hundred dogs
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I’m reading Martin Kemp’s 80s biography Ticket to the World atm (which I highly recommend, especially to anyone who grew up in the 80s). There’s a bit where he explains that his dad got him a job as an apprentice printer at the firm he worked for, and how this was a huge thing for his dad to have done. Kemp was a working class boy who had left school with two O levels (not even four and a half GCSEs) so this was his best chance at a good wage and a steady job. When it looked like Spandau Ballet might take off he had to tell his dad he was going to quit his apprenticeship, and in the book he says this was one of the hardest things he ever had to do. Not because he was scared of his dad’s reaction, but he was aware that his father had really put himself out to help to secure his son’s future. This put in mind of Jack, and Big D getting her a job. I don’t think she’s ever acknowledged his role in her call handler job. All she’s ever done is bitch and moan about his badly treated she was in that job.
Lucky Escape
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Well, here's one response - it's from a new "usual suspect"-type account, but it's probably not what Jack was hoping for:
Lazarus
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The recent conversation has reminded me of tweets Jack made a couple of months ago, which I think were also attempts to close down a conversation which she didn’t like. She had ‘two close friends currently in ICU’ then nothing for ages, then referred to a friend having recently topped themselves her words not mine.
This has hints of the emotionless murdered on the job words she used about Sir David Amess’ killing.
Unless it’s about her, she appears to use the most heartless, blunt words to describe trauma.
When she talks about herself she almost always portrays herself as weak and vulnerable. Everything - even the food she eats has to be soft, warming, gentle, comforting. It’s why I am very cynical about the words she said she receives in threats - it’s written in the same way she described a friend and an MP.
This has hints of the emotionless murdered on the job words she used about Sir David Amess’ killing.
Unless it’s about her, she appears to use the most heartless, blunt words to describe trauma.
When she talks about herself she almost always portrays herself as weak and vulnerable. Everything - even the food she eats has to be soft, warming, gentle, comforting. It’s why I am very cynical about the words she said she receives in threats - it’s written in the same way she described a friend and an MP.
Gossgossgoss9888
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I have been suicidal many times in my life, and every single time, even as a melodramatic teenager, I've been worried and paranoid about the impact of casually referring to those feelings.
Partly it was about not wanting anyone to know because if they didn't know then they couldn't stop me. Mostly it was a heavy sense of responsibility for the feelings of worry people might experience if if I hinted at it, and their feelings of guilt if I did then kill myself and they looked back at those hints and felt bad, like they should have done something.
If you feel suicidal, it can often be helpful to talk. But the kind of talking that's helpful is a) an open plea for help from someone equipped to help you and/or b) an outpouring of emotions to someone committed to and capable of being there for you.
So you pick a relative or a friend, or you go to your doctor or therapist, or you pick up the phone to an anonymous hotline, and you let it out. And sometimes just talking helps ease what's going on in your mind, and sometimes you have to come to an agreement with the person you're speaking to about what help you need and what help they can provide and what you're going to do moving forward.
Talking, if you're ready to, is really powerful. Even if you genuinely plan to end your life and don't want any intervention - somewhere like Samaritans is the perfect place for you to have those conversations, because they don't judge you or try to talk you out of it, they just listen and support and understand, they provide you with a space to say the stuff you can't say to anyone else.
Breadcrumbing doesn't help anyone though. It doesn't give you what you need unless all you need is attention and a feeling of power over other people's worry and concern.
One of the worst things about this for me is that I often held off from confiding my feelings to appropriate people who could have helped me because I was terrified of being seen as attention-seeking.
Partly it was about not wanting anyone to know because if they didn't know then they couldn't stop me. Mostly it was a heavy sense of responsibility for the feelings of worry people might experience if if I hinted at it, and their feelings of guilt if I did then kill myself and they looked back at those hints and felt bad, like they should have done something.
If you feel suicidal, it can often be helpful to talk. But the kind of talking that's helpful is a) an open plea for help from someone equipped to help you and/or b) an outpouring of emotions to someone committed to and capable of being there for you.
So you pick a relative or a friend, or you go to your doctor or therapist, or you pick up the phone to an anonymous hotline, and you let it out. And sometimes just talking helps ease what's going on in your mind, and sometimes you have to come to an agreement with the person you're speaking to about what help you need and what help they can provide and what you're going to do moving forward.
Talking, if you're ready to, is really powerful. Even if you genuinely plan to end your life and don't want any intervention - somewhere like Samaritans is the perfect place for you to have those conversations, because they don't judge you or try to talk you out of it, they just listen and support and understand, they provide you with a space to say the stuff you can't say to anyone else.
Breadcrumbing doesn't help anyone though. It doesn't give you what you need unless all you need is attention and a feeling of power over other people's worry and concern.
One of the worst things about this for me is that I often held off from confiding my feelings to appropriate people who could have helped me because I was terrified of being seen as attention-seeking.
DinosaurSenior
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"I can't fucking do this any more" makes me think of when I would storm off to my bedroom and wait for my mum to tap on the door and ask if I wanted a sandwich.
Veronicaaa
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She's tweeting directly at us, btw. That's why she deleted, she's not even bothered about that squig. She thinks she can emotionally manipulate us. All she's doing is sending more people this way, actively encouraging this gross soap opera which jumped the shark months ago. It's just an added bonus for her that she'll worry her few remaining friends and family. Hope tonight's ~welfare check~ includes all the burgers you've ever dreamed of, Jack. And I hope it was worth it.
Lazarus
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Firstly, condolences to dragon for the loss of their sister 
Onto Jack and her RA:
Her GP said it SEEMS she has RA. She cried a lot (assume that’s the photo on the left *cringe*) but onwards and upwards; she’s putting her best face forward.
Every single thing I’ve ever read about this woman confirms to me she has nae pals.
Onto Jack and her RA:
Her GP said it SEEMS she has RA. She cried a lot (assume that’s the photo on the left *cringe*) but onwards and upwards; she’s putting her best face forward.
Every single thing I’ve ever read about this woman confirms to me she has nae pals.
Witchfinder Sargeant
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"Hello, I want to sue someone for living in a three bed house."
solicitor starts giggling uncontrollably.
Veronicaaa
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You were namesearching, Jack 
MancBee
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Well that was one depressing grunk. Jack never ceases to amaze me with how low she'll go, lower than a snake's belly.
Love to everyone that has, or is going through, the ailments that Jack implies she has and uses as a shield. It's a special kind of nastiness to be so self absorbed that you never contemplate how your words affect others.
Jack is one obnoxious, self indulgent whiner.
Love to everyone that has, or is going through, the ailments that Jack implies she has and uses as a shield. It's a special kind of nastiness to be so self absorbed that you never contemplate how your words affect others.
Jack is one obnoxious, self indulgent whiner.
