Today I gave a presentation on Godless Grief to members of the Las Vegas Freethought Society and the Halvason group who wanted to celebrate a little bit of Clark Adams life today. Today was Father's Day, so I started with a little mention that it was a bit of anger in me that he made this a mother of a day, and and he made some people very angry, too. For some, the day was about being able to share their memories of Clark in an open forum, while others are still very raw over the idea that someone with that much going for him would elect suicide as an option.
It took me several tries, but I finally elected to use a part of the Godless Grief series that was written for the teen group. In this book, Atheist Angst, there is a chapter about puberty and suicide. One of the largest groups in this country who do commit suicide are kids between the ages of 14 and 18. Psychiatric journals believe this has much to do with hormonal changes, and the impact of estrogen and testosterone mired with rapid flux. There are still studies going on, but in the United States these studies are not allowed on people of certain age groups, so we may not learn how the pubescent mind develops suicidal thoughts for many years to come.
One of the young women I interviewed is a twin, whose sister shot herself in front of a classroom at the age of fourteen. Her sister, left bewildered, was convinced that their tie as twins should have been the bond that alerted her to the event to come. Instead, she was off on a day off, with friends, enjoying a field trip with her class. Although the teachers were called, her parents said that they didn't want the living daughter told until they got to the school to pick her up. The entire school was aware of the incident, and nowhere, at no time, did she have any sense that there was any thing wrong for the hours she was away. She wrote to me,
"I expected to have a sisterly sense and feel a hole in me that would let me know when she was dead, but I never got that. I never even know she was feeling depressed. I look back now and think of things she did, and think that if I really paid attention to them, she would never have killed herself at all. She would be here." Her parents disagreed, though.
"We saw her depression at every turn. When her sister would smile, she was always turning inward and never wanted to hear us tell her she was a pretty girl, or let us laugh with her. There was always something just not happy about her." Her mom wrote me a letter, and her father wasn't that gentle about it, when he wrote a few weeks later, "She cried all the time, and when she wasn't crying, she was lying about something. She lied about where she was, or who was with her, or what she wanted. She lied about what she was going to do with her life, she lied about what was in her sandwich. She just couldn't face anything as true. If it was true, it was going to hurt her. And no matter how hard we tried to make her believe she was loved, or safe, or beautiful, or anything, she was always lying about something to make it better than it was."
Pathologic lying is a sign of depression, which often is a sign of deep insecurity. In childhood, it can be turned inwards, to the point where the lies are so great, and so extreme that the liar has no understanding anymore where the lies end and where the truth begins, and somewhere in between they begin to believe they live in this world somewhere in between. For the deeply depressed, it can manifest itself as a self destructive pattern. For the deeply disturbed, this can manifest itself into a more cruel path, and sometimes lead to more criminal behavior at its worst, or malicious bullying at its least. For those who have depression, sometimes lying to oneself is the first sign of a deeper issue, and a greater need for attention. In fact, the attention one should seek at the stage when a lie is more comfortable than the truth is from a competent psychologist or psychiatrist. However, for those in deep depression, or for those who have lived these lies for so long, they are often unaware that they are in these fantasy worlds.
At today's Memorial I talked a bit about this girl's suicide and the events in her life. I think that some times we do get caught up in the "Why?" and I was still getting a lot of emails from three or four people who are still lost in that cycle of thinking. So, I'm sharing this section of the memorial with you, and I'm also including the National Suicide Hotline number, so if you need more help to handle your feelings on this issue, you can talk to someone right now.
Cathe
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What do you do?
Do you find yourself over analyzing your part in someone’s decision in suicide? Instead of asking yourself “WHY” ask yourself “What can I do now?”
This is an exercise to help you remember that you have no say in someone else’s decisions, just as someone else has no say in yours.
- Take out a piece of paper and a pen or paper. Write out three things you will accomplish before the end of the day. Write out three thing you probably won’t accomplish by the end of the day. Write out three things that someone very close to you should do, by the end of the day. Ask that person to do one of the things on the list, either that you plan to do, or that you hope he or she will do. Wait.
- Tomorrow, write out one thing you accomplished today that was on your list, and write out one thing that you didn’t see done, that you or someone else was supposed to have done. Did you disappoint yourself? Did the other person disappoint you? Was the disappointment intentional? Was it personal? Was it something that was a very big deal?
- Now, let’s assume that the person who killed herself was in that state of mind where her actions, completely her own, were not designed to harm you in any way. She was only deciding based on the state of mind she had at that moment, the best action she had for herself at that time. Did she plan to personally hurt you, or was she only doing what she thought best for herself? Does it matter now?
When we try to ask WHY? we are telling ourselves that we should be better than the person who died, when in fact, we can’t be. We can’t be because we don’t have that person’s perspective on the issues he or she faced. We don’t have his or her life’s experiences. We don’t have his or her understandings. We can’t be better or smarter, or wiser, because we do not know where her head was, and she may have been far wiser with more information than we were party to. She may have protected us, or she may have not thought of consequences beyond. Certainly, as Atheists, we can understand that she didn’t feel her soul was condemned. For every WHY, we end up in a circular loop- WHY leads to “Why aren’t we good enough to save her?”
We can’t put that much hate within. We’re asking ourselves, “Why wasn’t I good enough to be worth staying alive for?” We are not, in fact, the sole purpose for another person’s existence, as much as we’d like to believe that to be true. Romance, or parenthood aside, each of us possesses a drive for purpose, and a drive for acceptance. For some self-acceptance is difficult. For others, material wealth is key to success. In my world, I thrive for music, and to help others, and of course, the love of my husband reminds me daily that I do have love, and kindness around me. But, for one of my best friends, being solitary, and spending time with his computer, and on a plane is very satisfying, and to lose that would destroy him. Each of us needs specific things to feel whole. We are not completed by one other person.
(From the book Atheist Angst- Teenaged Atheists and Stuff)
National Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-TALK
(1-800-273-8255)