TW: 2009, MySpace, I was 16
2009, MySpace, I was 16.
A bunch of fake accounts orchestrated a fake pile-on attack.
They gaslighted me into thinking “two friends” of theirs attempted suicide, or died from the attempts.
It was intense, unclear & emotionally traumatic for me, and still is. I took on the guilt and felt responsible for it all. I felt like if I hadn’t interacted with these people the attempts/deaths wouldn’t have happened.
Messed up my life looking for closure 😞
The thing that gets me is the nagging uncertainty around what happened to me. People both in my life who care about me, and well-meaning strangers have told me it was probably just a sick lie the person behind the fake accounts made up (some evidence indicates the fake accounts were all used together, or possibly connected and heavily linked together)
A bunch of fake accounts orchestrated a fake pile-on attack.
They gaslighted me into thinking “two friends” of theirs attempted suicide, or died from the attempts.
It was intense, unclear & emotionally traumatic for me, and still is. I took on the guilt and felt responsible for it all. I felt like if I hadn’t interacted with these people the attempts/deaths wouldn’t have happened.
Messed up my life looking for closure 😞
The thing that gets me is the nagging uncertainty around what happened to me. People both in my life who care about me, and well-meaning strangers have told me it was probably just a sick lie the person behind the fake accounts made up (some evidence indicates the fake accounts were all used together, or possibly connected and heavily linked together)
