My brother died 2 years ago because I "misogynistically" refused to give him any dating advice.

So my brother is one of these guys who is a true blue nice guy. He was in school studying a STEM field, very polite, courteous, respectful. In every group project or team project he had he did all the work, and his male and female classmates who were all very charismatic and social just did all the talking, made excuses for not pulling their weight, and coasted through the entire project.<br><br>I would have been in high school at the time but I was already deep into the manosphere and had seen all the discussion about these things so I would try to tell him to stop being a doormat, to stop being a simp, to be more assertive. I told him not to help people out so much, and to start saying no. He wouldn't listen, he thought I was being petty and cynical, and that I just hated women.<br><br>Well he got out of university, and he got a professional job making good money in his field. He thought now he could find a girlfriend because he had a good career and his life together. I told him he was in for a rude awakening, that women don't care about what kind of career you have, they care about whether or not you're confident and tall and hot and charming. He wouldn't listen to me.<br><br>Well, he had no luck with women, and he would come to me and ask for advice. I would tell him that I'm not going to help him because he wouldn't listen to me. I told him if he wanted to succeed with women he needed to take responsibility for his own life, stop blaming his problems on women, and stop expecting me to help him. He didn't listen, and eventually he started seeing a therapist.<br><br>He went to the same therapist I was referring to in the title. It was a female therapist who hated men, who was very condescending towards men who had any grievances or complaints about their lives, who didn't take men's problems seriously, who told them they were being "misogynistic" for having perfectly reasonable grievances, who told them to "man up" and blamed all their problems on their own personal shortcomings and weaknesses, who berated them for not being confident enough and for not being able to "get their lives together," who wouldn't listen to anything they had to say and just talked over them and interrupted them and invalidated all their feelings.<br><br>I found out he was seeing this therapist from my mom, who told me she was very relieved that he was seeing a professional and she was very happy that this therapist seemed very nice and understanding. I told her that it was a woman, that she hated men, and that she was going to make his problems worse. She wouldn't listen to me, she said I was being misogynistic and sexist and that I needed to grow up and be an adult.<br><br>Well my brother went to see this therapist for a few years. She told him his problems with women were all in his head, or the result of a misguided and sexist mentality on his part. She told him he was too negative, too cynical, too misogynistic. She told him he needed to have more confidence, more self esteem. She told him he just needed to go out there and talk to women, and everything would be fine.<br><br>Well he ended up meeting this woman, who was very charismatic and outgoing. They got into a relationship together, and it was going very well. Until it wasn't.<br><br>Turns out this woman was seeing multiple guys at the same time as my brother. She would go out clubbing and get blackout drunk and cheat on him with random guys she met at the bar, or with her ex boyfriend. One night my brother decided to surprise her by coming over unannounced, and he caught her in bed with her ex. He was devastated.<br><br>He came to me for advice and I told him that I told him this would happen. I told him he was being a fucking idiot for not listening to me, for putting his faith in a woman who hated men, and for thinking he could solve all his problems by going to see a professional.<br><br>He didn't listen to me. He went back to that same therapist and she told him he was being too negative, too cynical, and too misogynistic. She told him he needed to not blame the woman, to take personal responsibility for his own choices and actions, to recognize he was the one who fucked up. She told him it was his own fault for not communicating effectively with his girlfriend, for not asserting himself, and for not making it clear what he wanted in the relationship. She told him he just needed to man up and move on with his life, and that he was being a fucking pussy by dwelling on the past and being bitter over the experience.<br><br>Well, my brother went and bought a gun, and he shot himself in the head. He left a suicide note explaining that he couldn't take the pain anymore, that he felt like he had no future, that he felt worthless and useless and helpless. He said he couldn't take being treated like a doormat and a simp anymore, and that he just wanted to be left alone but nobody would leave him alone.<br><br>I was devastated. I ended up having a complete mental and emotional breakdown over the whole thing. It's been 2 years since then and I'm still not over it. I feel so fucking guilty that I couldn't help him.<br><br>When I found out what happened, I was just filled with rage. I was so fucking angry. I fucking hated women, I fucking hated therapists, I fucking hated the world.<br><br>But I got over it. I recognized that there was nothing I could do, that I couldn't go back in time and change the past, that I couldn't force him to listen to me. I recognized that the only thing I could do was move on with my own life.<br><br>So I did. I spent the last two years working on myself, working on my mental and physical health, working on my education and my career, working on my relationships with other people.<br><br>It's been a long and difficult journey, but I've gotten to a much better place. I'm not the same person I was two years ago, and I don't think about my brother's death much anymore.<br><br>But sometimes it still crosses my mind. Sometimes I still have intrusive thoughts about what I could have done.<br><br>Sometimes I think about whether or not my brother would still be here if I had given him advice.<br><br>But then I realize that it's all in the past, and that he would still be here if he had listened to me from the beginning. If he had listened to me when I told him to man up and take personal responsibility for his own life.<br><br>If he had listened to me, he would still be here.<br><br>If he had listened to me, he would be doing fine.<br><br>If he had listened to me, he might even have a girlfriend.<br><br>I don't know. I'll never know.<br><br>All I know is that my brother is dead, and he can't come back.<br><br>All I know is that sometimes I still miss him.<br><br>But I'm not going to dwell on it. I'm going to move on with my own life.<br><br>That's it.<br><br>That's the end of the post.<br><br>EDIT: Wow, this blew up. I srsly wasn't expecting this many responses. Thank you to everyone who commented and reached out with their support.