Sorry. Suicide is on the person who commits it, NOBODY ELSE.
My first job in food service was great, great owner and boss. My next job was horrible pretty sure we were all bullied (we didn’t think of it that way then- just had to tough up)- we had to crawl under the deep fryer table to clean the floor because grease would condense/drip down there into a puddle. One of the nastiest jobs I ever had and our boss wasn’t great either, she used that task as punishment if we messed up. The restaurant was owned by a drunk and she would come in and cuss us and call us thieves, pigs, and liars. I clocked out once in the middle of one of her tirades and never looked back. Funny thing is she called me the next morning and wanted to make me the manager, no I did not take her up on it. No more restaurant work for me.
I was raised to believe life would not be easy or fair, and if things got tough I had to be tougher. I was taught that I was responsible for what kind of life I would have and if I wasn’t happy then I needed to do something different. It was no one’s job to make me happy but mine. When people shelter children from the truth we do them no favors.
I wonder if the kid was a real boy or a trans drama girl acting like a boy?