"The call recording was made public, and the first person to find me was my teacher."
"After five o'clock in the morning, I covered my coat in the lounge to catch up on sleep. Later, I vaguely heard the door open, but I was too sleepy at that time and didn't take it to heart."
"It wasn't until noon, when I opened my eyes, that the teacher was sitting at the desk in the lounge, flipping through Mehringer's Man Against Oneself, a book on the psychology of suicide."
"The sun shines into the house. At that time, I didn't know what was going on outside. I just thought the teacher was a little strange today."
"He is the oldest psychologist in our place, and I was brought out by him, so I will call him a teacher at any time."
You can tell from the man's tone that he respects his teacher.
"Your teacher told you about this? What is his attitude?" Chen Ge was a little curious. If he wants to have a good relationship with Hongyi, he must understand his character and obsessions before his death, and prescribe the right medicine. Willing to work for myself.
"He didn't say anything to me about that incident, he just asked me a question." The man looked at the dark night sky: "If one day, when he is standing on the edge of the building, how can I persuade him ?"
"I never thought about this problem. In my eyes, the teacher is a very strong person. In my opinion, this situation will hardly happen. I told him my thoughts truthfully. If there is such a day, I will All the things I have learned are used on him, and I will try my best to save him, and if these are still not convincing, then I will respect his decision."
"I never felt that my job was so sacred, I just felt that my job was very important, just like those doctors in the emergency room. I will use my most serious attitude to help, but I will also respect the patient."
The man's voice gradually became lower as he spoke: "After listening to my words, the teacher smiled with satisfaction. He was like an old friend for many years, sitting next to me and saying a word to me."
"He thought I was a nice guy, his proudest student, but not a fully qualified operator for suicide intervention."
"The teacher has already seen that my emotions are not right. He asked me to go out for a walk and let my mind relax."
"Suicide intervention operator is a very special job. Except for those harassing calls, each person will receive an average of about 20 moderately dangerous calls and one to five urgent and dangerous calls every night. Under the continuous emotional impact, The operator himself is sometimes affected, unhappy, and crying with the other party, and every time you have to tell yourself, you must calm down and persuade the other party.”
"The human body is like a balloon filled with water. Good, bad, and various emotions will be injected into it. If you can't adjust yourself, when the balloon explodes, a person will completely collapse. when."
"As a suicide intervention operator, the brain is soaked in crying and mourning every night, and many people leave after working for a while, so I didn't really understand what the teacher meant at first."
"When I was about to ask again, the teacher patted me on the shoulder and left, but the book he flipped through just now stayed."
"Later I found out that the recording of my phone call was posted online, and I became the first suicide intervention operator to persuade someone to die."
"Countless people were abusing me, but I was actually very calm at that time."
"What others say has nothing to do with me, I just admit right and wrong."
"In this respect, I am indeed a very stupid person, who will cry because of the stories of the helpers, will chat with these strangers until dawn, will cry with them, and will bring them into their lives. characters, will feel their pain."
"I don't see myself as a rescuer, I see myself as their friend."
When the man said these words, his expression was a little confused.
But soon the confusion in his eyes was replaced by blood, and scarlet blood seeped from under the skin: "This matter has not yet come to fruition, and new things have emerged."
"When intervening in a crisis, forcibly obstructing those who are determined to die, even if this time is successful, they are likely to use a more determined method to commit suicide next time."
"In order to avoid this situation, we sometimes allow them to try within a controlled range, such as when there are life-saving air cushions and ambulances and fire brigade, if the floor is lower, we will not try to force it. The other party jumped off the building."
"I know this sounds unacceptable, but if you think about it from another angle, few people in this world can feel the same way, even biological parents have a hard time doing it, and blunt dissuasion will have the opposite effect most of the time. A sign of not understanding the other person's pain."
"And allowing them to try is a kind of respect, real respect that they can feel."
Hearing this, Chen Ge already had a bad hunch: "Didn't you really do this?"
"During the on-site crisis intervention, I did something like this. In fact, it's not as scary as you think. We tried it within the controllable range of the crisis. Let me give you another example. Once a helper wanted to He committed suicide by swallowing sleeping pills. He was emotionally unstable and could not communicate at all. After communicating with the police at that time, I found low-concentration sleeping pills and asked him to try it."
"After experiencing a death, he changed a lot and started life again."
"I have many successful examples, but this method sounds like it is against our duties. After the follow-up recordings were made public, this method attracted a strong attack from public opinion."
"I'm obviously saving people, but everyone thinks I'm killing people."
"I started to think, the teacher also came to me, and many friends comforted me, but the key to the problem is not myself, but right or wrong."
The man looked about the same size as Chen Ge, but his voice sounded much more vicissitudes than Chen Ge. He looked at the boundless night and watched it quietly for a long time.
The expression on his face slowly became hideous, and then gradually returned to normal, and finally the corner of his mouth outlined an indifferent arc.
"Maybe I'm not a qualified suicide intervention operator, but the people I help do treat me as the last friend they can trust in their lives." The man's coat was completely dyed red, and the blood-red face on the side Constantly changing: "I only realized this after my death, because I had so much hope in myself."