The Philosophy of Suicide

The Philosophy of Suicide
By A. Alex Cano

About 10% of all people who die by suicide do not have a diagnosable psychiatric disorder at the time of their death. This statistic means 1 out of every 10 suicides the person is “normal.” It is not my place to say someone is normal or abnormal, mentally healthy or mentally unhealthy, but there is one thing I do know, suicide crosses all lines. Who is at risk of suicide? Everyone who is alive is at risk of suicide, moreover, and everyone who is alive is at risk of death.

In the youth, children as young as 7 years old have attempted suicide. There is a difference in the attempt and the ideation. We can’t tell when someone starts to have thoughts of suicide. Even if we ask and survey, there are still those who are unwilling to admit they are suicidal or have suicidal ideation or thoughts of death. Children as young seven years old already have the idea they are alive, already know they hurt, and already know if they can suicide, they can stop the pain of life. Even if a child is not told about suicide or death, the child may instinctively know he or she is alive and can die. If an attempt can happen as early seven years old, we can safely say, a thought of suicide and death can happen before the age of seven.

Suicide is the third and fourth leading cause of death in 15-24 year olds and 10-14 year olds, respectfully. These deaths are results of thought and actions. Some deaths by suicide are not counted by statistics because of stigma, shame, and/or mode of death, so the numbers are a lot higher than shown. To think a ten year old has the capacity to have the thought of suicide, come up with a method, then carry out that mode of death, is a long and tedious line of reasoning (for some and for others, it is the easiest decision in the world). Sometimes, it takes moments and other times it takes days, months and/or even years.

Up to 25% of children have [admitted to having] thoughts of suicide at some point. The thoughts of suicide are about 10-15% higher than the attempt percentage, which means there are more thoughts of suicide and/or death than attempts. If there is thought about suicide, then there is some strategy behind the suicide. Somehow, these children are thinking about suicide and death and, before the attempt, strategizing on how to do it or planning it out. Although every thought is personal, there might be warning signs that the child may be at risk. On the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention website, there is a list of suicide ideation warning signs. These warning signs are a guide on if the person is going from thoughts to actions. At times, thoughts of suicide or death might be something one might shrug off as not important, but every suicide thought is important. The reason every suicidal thought is important is every thought might turn into action. The site doesn’t say this, but with each additional warning sign, the person might be that much closer to attempting suicide.

As people get older, they also experience events. I say this, because these experiences are not always for the best. Some people go to fight wars and come back with injuries like PTSD, or TBI or lost limbs or a number of other injuries which could increase the emotional, psychological and (not to mention) physical pain and these events emphasis the person’s mortality. In civilian life, car accidents, relationships, loss of a loved one, or a loss of a job could have the same effect. The fact of the matter is the older we get the closer to death we become. If children have this ability to recognize death, adults are even more prone to view death, suicide and mortality in a more focused manner and not to mention the exposure to experiences.

Although death has been around as long as man has existed, there are still deaths that are stigmatized, some glorified and some welcomed. Suicide as most people could agree is one of the most stigmatized deaths around. To think someone could end life before ‘something’ could take it is to some unthinkable. Some stories go back to biblical times like Judas’ suicide after his betrayal of Jesus. Some deaths are glorified like Jesus’ death. Jesus was executed and to most, that is a glorified death. Then there is the death that almost everyone wants, ‘I want to die of old age in my sleep.’ To some this death is what really happens and we don’t really hear about it, or it doesn’t make it onto the evening news, but we do hear about the deaths that shouldn’t have happened like suicide and murder. The most horrible thing is that most of the deaths are never spoken about and most likely our deaths won’t be talked about as much as Judas or Jesus.

With talking about death and other people’s death kind of begs the question, ‘How am I going to die?’ This is one of the most difficult questions to answer, especially with death lurking not too far away. On a death certificate there are six boxes the coroner can choose from: Natural, Homicide, Suicide, Accident, Pending Investigation, and Could Not Be Determined. Unconsciously, we think about these six boxes. Pending Investigation and Could Not Be Determined are the most frightening boxes, because the living would not know how we died. We try as hard as we can to stay away from these two boxes. The other four boxes are the most common boxes to be checked. As stated above, most people want to have the Natural manner of death boxed checked. Natural death is reserved for the heart attacks, strokes, cancer, influenza, and other diseases. Accident deaths are the cars wrecks, drownings, head injuries, electrocutions and so on. Homicides are the intentional death caused by another person like a shooting, stabbing, strangulation, suffocation and the like. Suicides are the intentional death of the self, which is all the above, but to one’s self.

Suicide is one of the most stigmatized manners of death, because it is the intentional death of one’s self. It is the word “intentional” that could change the manner from suicide to accident or homicide. The intention must be there for the coroner to determine it a suicide. If the coroner cannot find the intention of the person, it is usually an accident. There are a lot of car wrecks, overdoses, downings and suicide-by-cops that are not considered suicide, because the coroner could not find the decedent’s intent, or insurance reasons, or the stigma of suicide or… (Who knows). Some families don’t want to be associated with the word ‘suicide.’ They would rather their loved one’s death be an accident, murder, or anything else before it is a suicide. In some cases, people have gone to court to change the manner of death from suicide to accident just to not have their family associated with suicide. The biggest part of the stigma is the “mental illness” aspect of suicide. On the AFSP website, research says ninety percent of all people who die by suicide have a diagnosable psychiatric disorder at the time of their death. With this lingering on someone’s head, I don’t blame them for not speaking out. The stigma of mental illness is sometimes worse than suicide. Often when people think of mental illness, they think of turn of the century torturous mental institutions, strait jackets, padded rooms, shock treatments, defecating oneself and mind altering drugs. No bueno. Yes, sometimes the cure is worse than the illness.

With stigma about suicide, it is difficult for someone who is thinking about suicide to share their suicidal thoughts with others. Just because they are not talking about it, doesn’t mean they are not thinking about it. Going back to the children who are thinking about suicide, I put “admit” to them thinking about it and “admit” to attempts because there is this stigma that could prevent them from talking openly about it.

The statistics say 90% have a diagnosable mental illness at the time of their suicide/death. This is where I have a problem. Suicide and mental illness are not one in the same. If that were the case the statistic would be more like 99.9999% had mental illness. The 10% who are not mentally ill are what take that away. There are some cases, like in children, where it would be easier for someone (living) to pin a ‘mental illness’ tag on the decedent than openly say ‘yes, that person was mentally health, but just wanted to die.’ The suicide could be the result of depression, but depression doesn’t kill with a gun. I could be bipolar, but bipolar doesn’t have a noose. It could have been schizophrenia, but schizophrenia didn’t drive off a cliff. Although these illnesses bight have added a stigma to the person, it was the thought of suicide, the plan of suicide, and then the action of suicide that killed the person.

At times there is a line drawn between mental illness and physical illness and suicide. Activists will fight for mental illness enforcement when smokers, drug addicts, cancer patients, HIV+ & – people all suicide as well. Dr. Jack Kevorkian assisted in suicides which opened a long time question of “to be or not to be?” Some people say under certain circumstances suicide is ok, and under other circumstances, it is not ok. Some try to put their rules and regulations on someone else’s life. Basically, ‘You have to abide by my morals and my ethics. And I will tell you when it is ok to die: NEVER.’ Whether or not suicide is ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ for someone, death is an issue. Our society debates over the meaning of life, the right to die, and those who can help with a quick and painless death/suicide. Some of the reasons people site as an ok reason to suicide are cancer, lack of limbs, and coma and yet others say there is no reason at all ever that someone should suicide. The biggest issue Dr. Kevorkian brought about was ‘is a professional who knows about death allowed to openly talk about it or show someone how to suicide.’

Dr. Kevorkian went from assisting in suicide to killing. There is a big difference. Although, suicidal people could suicide-by-cop or provoke a gang to shoot, or start a chain reaction that would result in a death, but could, should, would someone else other than a suicidal person want to help in a mercy killing? What are friends for? (Medic Wade asks for a little more morphine and Captain Miller says give it to him in Saving Private Ryan. )

It is bad enough a professional teaches about suicide, but there are places on the internet that teach how to suicide and the person teaching has no education in Thanatology. Of course, the result is the same; death, but is that the best way to die? Who knows? There are pro and con groups that advocate for and against these internet websites. Suzy’s Law is a growing group that advocates against groups like A.S.H. Suzy was a girl who was mentally ill. She had depression, but she also didn’t want to live anymore. She sought out help, was on medication, went to therapy, but it didn’t work for her. She was suicidal. She talked to her therapist about suicide, but proper actions were taken, but she was still suicidal. She wanted to die. She went online and found Alt. Suicide. Holiday. (A.S.H.) They showed her how to go about setting up and plan her death. She followed the plan and suicided. Her family started a group called Suzy’s Law to stop groups like A.S.H. and have criminal charges brought against those who help others with their suicide. Unlike Dr. Kevorkian, they had no physical contact with the suicidal person like Suzy. It was all done over the internet.

If a suicidal person wants to die, what is he or she supposed to do? They could get help for a mental illness that may or may not apply to them. They could go to therapy, get on medications and/or get hospitalized. They could go on living getting closer and closer to death and logging more and more experiences under their belts. They could do all these things and more, but the issue still remains: they are suicidal. Suicide isn’t a mental illness, it isn’t a medical or psychological issue; it is a philosophical issue. When is it ok to die? When will society be ok with the manner of death a suicidal or anyone decides to die?

Dr. Edwin Shneidman and the rock band the Cure say death is something you don’t have to do it will be done for you. It will be done for you, but is that really how you want to die? Is cancer or liver failure or an airplane in your building or shark bite how you want to die? I have seen “1000 Ways to Die” which makes me want to figure out a proper way to die so I don’t end up in one of these types of strange and unusual deaths.

At times, it is difficult to think we have little to no control over anything. Control over what we do and how we feel is often an issue in the philosophy of suicide. The idea is we may not have control over the situation, people around us, or even our own bodies, but we do have control over whether we live or die which is the ultimate control. Most times, control over our lives is iffy at best. Sometimes, if there is an attempt at suicide, it doesn’t mean the suicide will result in death. That is why there are so many attempts at suicide. People who attempt sometimes attempt until their suicide results in death. At times, a person might take 10 pills, but it doesn’t work, then they try 20 pills, then 40 then 200 then… until they finally die. Sometimes they try pills on time, then hanging then carbon monoxide then knives, then …until they die. Repeated attempts is not uncommon or repeated attempts is common. I heard a story once, (I don’t know if it is true or not, but I’d like to think it is) about a guy who wanted to kill himself. He was so determined to kill himself he decided to get his materials and do it. He went to a tall bridge tied a rope to the railing and around his neck, cut his wrists, took a bottle of pills, pointed a gun to his head and jumped. He pulled the trigger, but during the jump, his hand slipped. He shot the rope which jerked him to break the fall a little. He landed belly first which made him puke up all the pills what were blood thickeners which helped with the clotting of his wrist wounds. Cops were not too far and were able to save him. It just goes to show, even when you think you have the perfect death planned out, it may not work. So even if you have the utmost control over a situation, it still may not work out for you.

Hamlet asks, “What should such fellows as I do crawling between heaven and earth?” HA HA Hamlet! The prince of contemplation, the creator of “to be, or not to be”; what was his dilemma? What made him contemplate suicide, and made Albert Camus says, ‘There is only one really serious philosophical question, and that is suicide” ? Few know that Hamlet was a lover. He loved Ophelia so much he contemplated killing himself, because he couldn’t have her. Hamlet being a lover, wanted to love. He didn’t have Ophelia to love anymore, so his life was out of sorts. He became like Sisyphus in Camus’ “The Myth of Sisyphus.” He was the god who had a fruitless life and of course, Hamlet contemplated suicide, but Sisyphus, during his punishment, didn’t. The difference between the two is their happiness level. Hamlet being in constant sorrow over the loss of his love (and the view that women, like his mother, could get over a man, like his father, so easily) wasn’t happy, but Sisyphus was happy, even after his wife took off all his clothes when he was dying and threw him in the village courtyard, upon his request, he died, was imprisoned and was in exile.

When I was going through a suicide prevention class, I was asked to give some words as a gift to the class to help them in their quest to prevent suicide. I said, “My gift to you is to die happy.” This is the most difficult thing to do, but it can be done. To die happy, you must be happy. So dying while you’re depressed or tortured by your own thoughts is not good time to die. To die when you are physically hurt is not a good time to die. You have to find the time when you are at your happiest to die. (Spoiler Alert) In the movie American Beauty , Lester Burnum (Kevin Spacey) was by himself looking at a photo of his family, he smiled and was shot in the head. I don’t know if he was truly happy, but I would like to think he was. The neighbor kid even comes up to him and smiles back at his dead body. Like Lester, his whole life could have hell, but when he died, he was happy.

The hardest part of this philosophy is the struggle to get happy so you can die or kill yourself.

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Narcissus

Narcissus

By A. Alex Cano

I think you have heard of the story of Narcissus, but I want to tell you what really happened.  Some might say that he was a god of beauty and vanity and while looking at himself in a pond, fell in, and drowned.  That is mostly true, but there is more to it. 

Narcissus was a boy, just like any other boy, or human for that matter.  He grew up in a dysfunctional family just like everyone.  He succeeded and failed at things.  He sometimes would get As in his classes and a few times he even got Cs and Ds.  Most times he excelled at everything and he knew it.  Of course he was beautiful and everyone thought so.  He was able to get the benefits of beauty, the “I’ll let you off this time (because you are so beautiful).”  He would boast and brag about all the times he was able to get off with the most hideous things.  One time, he was playing with his friends and they were wrestling.  Narcissus got his nose tweaked and got upset.  He started to beat his friend up.  It got so bad, the passersby intervened to break up the now fight.  The police came and the boys were separated and interviewed.  Both were fighting, both were bloody, both had bruised knuckles, but Narcissus was the only one who got off.  Before the fight was over, Narcissus was purposely hitting his friend’s head against the ground hoping to get some repercussions, but it didn’t happen that way.  The officer said, “Narcissus, you’re a nice boy.  Look at you, you’re a mess.  Why don’t you go home and get cleaned up.”  Narcissus tried as hard as he could to get some conflict, but all he got was accords.  Every time he would break the law, he was let off with a warning.  Every time he would “mess up” it was “thinking out of the box” or everyone loved the new change.  People kept saying how great he was and what a great life he had, but that is not how he felt.  It came to a point where everyone was calling him a living legend. 

He first focused his frustrations on others, but he was met with no resistance, so he then focused his attention onto himself.  He thought if he ran as fast as he could, his heart would give out and he would die.  So, he would run as fast as he could and didn’t stop.  His heart didn’t give out and he received awards for being the fastest runner.  He thought if he could swim as fast as he could he would get so tired he’d drown, but he didn’t drown.  He got awards for being the best swimmer.  He thought if he could ride his bike as fast as he could he’d be able to crash and die, but he didn’t.  He was awarded the best cyclist.  He thought if he did all three, he’d have the lethal combination and certainly die, but he didn’t die.  He won every triathlon he entered. 

It started to annoy him that no one would see what he was up to.  He would often say, “Awe, man!  After that, I want to die!”  Whoever was there would say, “No, you don’t want to die.  Don’t worry, it’ll get better.”  But it didn’t, not for Narcissus.  For Narcissus, it only got worse.

One day, Narcissus came to his mother and said, “Mom, I don’t feel right.  I can never do anything right.”  His mother recalling all his accomplishments said, “My beautiful boy, you are a very successful boy.  You have earned awards after awards.  You are the best runner, cyclist and swimmer.  You have been on the Honor Roll for a few years.  You are doing everything right.”  Frustrated once again, he said, “MOM!  Everyone thinks I do all things right, but it’s not how I want them.  I don’t want the awards.  I don’t want the recognition.  I can never do anything right.  Every day I look in the mirror, I don’t see the man I wanted to be and every day I look at myself, get further away from what I wanted from myself.  I don’t like what I have become.  Mom, I want to die!”  She stopped what she was doing, looked up at him and said, “Narcissus, you don’t mean that.  I don’t like the way you’re talking.  I don’t want you to tell me that ever again.”  He hung his head and walked away.  He would try again, but not for a while.

Narcissus met up with his friends.  His friend, whom he beat up, was still wearing a bandage on his head.  Once again, ashamed of what he had done to his friend.  Narcissus hung his head in shame.  Narcissus’ friend approached him saying, “Hey Narcissus, I want to say I’m sorry started the fight with you and hitting you.  I’m sorry I made your nose bleed.”  Narcissus raised his eyes to see his handy work of the guy’s broken nose, two black eyes, a broken brow and the cracked skull and walked away.

Narcissus was looking on the smartest kid in the class’s paper during a test.  The teacher caught him and told Narcissus and the smart kid to stay after class, but didn’t mention why.  They approached the teacher’s desk, when the bell rung at the end of class.  The two stood with their heads bowed.  The teacher started with, “You boys know why you’re here right?”  Narcissus didn’t say anything, but the smart kid said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!  What did I do?”  I saw you boys cheating.  The smart kid’s mouth dropped and he screamed, “I wasn’t cheating!”  The teacher said, “Yes you were.  Narcissus was looking over your shoulder at your paper.  You didn’t have your paper covered.”  Shocked, the smart kid yelled, “It is not my fault he was looking over my shoulder!”  The teacher raised his hand to halt the appeal and said, “You have a week in detention.  If you miss any days EVEN if you’re sick I will suspend you from school for three days.  If you are late, I will suspend you from school for three days for cheating.  Now, get out of my sight!”  They both turned to walk away, but the teacher continued, “Narcissus, not you!  Come back here.  I’m not done with you.”  The smart kid angrily smiled that he wasn’t getting the same punishment Narcissus was getting.  The smart kid left the room and the teacher waited for the door to close completely before he started.  “That punishment was not for you.  That punishment was for those who don’t cover up their papers.  Your punishment is to tell me what’s going on.”  Narcissus was taken by surprise.  He really didn’t know what to say.  The teacher continued, “What is going on with you that you have to cheat?”  Narcissus looked down at his feet and thought.  He thought he knows the material.  He thought he didn’t need the answers, but he did it anyway.  He thought about how he was always getting off and his friend’s cracked skull, but didn’t think that’s what the teacher was talking about.  He couldn’t help it, so he said, “I can never do anything right.  I try my hardest, but it never comes out the way I want.  I cracked my friend’s skull in a fight; I cheat off his paper and nothing!”  Tears started rolling off Narcissus’ check, because he was so frustrated.  Narcissus continued, “It gets so bad, I want to kill myself.”  The teacher leaps out of his seat and says, “Narcissus, you don’t mean that!”  Narcissus steps back and the tears dissipate.  He noticed the tears hit the ground to make mud in the shape of a flower.  The teacher said, “You think things are bad now, but they’ll get better.”  Narcissus replied, “I have been waiting my whole life for that to happen, but it has never ever happened!”  The teacher said, “Wow, I never knew that about you.  I thought you were always happy.  You have won awards, contests and everyone loves you.”  Narcissus’ breathing hiccups and he said, “I know, but that doesn’t mean anything to me.”  The teacher asked, “With all this going on, are you thinking about suicide?”  Narcissus stopped crying and looked up.  “Yes.”  The teacher’s eyes shifted with uncertainty and asked, “Oh man, have you told anybody other than me?”  Narcissus said, “I tried to tell my mom, but she won’t hear of it.”  The teacher asked, “Would you be willing to talk to our counselor?”  Narcissus said, “Yes.”  The teacher said, “Ok, let’s go right now.”  The teacher walked around the desk and gave Narcissus a hug then walked to the counselor’s office.

When they arrived, the teacher told the counselor what Narcissus had told him.  When the teacher was done, he turned to Narcissus and said, “Don’t worry, we’re getting you the help you need.”  Narcissus looked at the teacher, tried to muster up a smile and nodded.  The counselor took Narcissus into his office and sat him down.  The counselor walked around the desk to return to his seat.  He exhaled and said, “So, you’re feeling bad and you are having thoughts of suicide.  You said you can never do anything right even though you have won awards and you said you know everyone loves you.  So, tell me Narcissus what is a handsome young man like you thinking about such horrific things?”  Narcissus didn’t feel the same closeness with the counselor as he did with his teacher, but tried, “That’s the way I feel.”  The counselor gets a clipboard out of the bottom drawer of his desk and starts to fill it out.  The counselor asked for all his information: Name, Address, Age, Weight, Height, Allergies, then says, “Everything looks normal.”  He marked more check marks on the clipboard, every once in a while, peered over the clipboard at Narcissus then returned to check marking.  Narcissus could hear, “Uh-huh!  Mm-Hmm!”  Check! Check!  Finally, the counselor asked, “Do you know how you’re going to kill yourself?”  Narcissus said, “No, but I can’t go on living like this!”  The counselor paused, stroked his face and said, “Look Narcissus,” got up out of his seat and planted himself on the edge of the desk, towering over Narcissus, and “If you are feeling suicidal, you can call on me, your teacher, your family, your friends, your doctor, and also, the Lifeline 800.273.8255.  It is confidential, anonymous and free.  We can help you as much as we can, but when it comes down to it, you are the only one who can save you.”  With that, the counselor rose, gave Narcissus some reading material, pamphlets and doctor’s cards then said, “Here is some stuff that can help.  You have to talk to your parents to get them to take you to the doctor.  Ok?”  Narcissus, feeling better said, “Ok.”

Narcissus rushed home with materials in his hands and spread them out on the dinner table for his parents to see.  When they arrived, he sat them down and told them what had happened that day.  His parents were shocked and frightened.  They called the Lifeline to get information on what to do.  They set up safety plan for when he was feeling suicidal; he could call his mom, call his dad, call his teacher, call his counselor and call his doctor.  He didn’t have a plan, so there was no means to remove and he didn’t have access to a gun. 

Life continued for a long time, with the safety plan in full effect.  Narcissus was still loved by everyone, got off all the time, still made the grade, still won triathlons and still felt as he did.  Every day would drag in and every day would fizzle out. 

One day, he was preparing to go for one of his swims and as he was rinsing his equipment, and caught a glimpse of himself in the water.  Again, he couldn’t recognize the man in the reflection.  He looked into his reflection’s eyes.  He could see the pain in the reflection’s eyes.  He got closer to try to find any signs that this reflection was Narcissus, but he couldn’t.  Right when he was looking at himself, his parents passed by looking at Narcissus and said to each other, “Look honey, our boy is looking at his beautiful face.”  They walked away not saying anything to him.  Then the teacher and counselor passed by looking at Narcissus saying to each other, “Hey!  Look at Narcissus; he’s looking at his handsome face.”  His doctor passed by put his hand on Narcissus’ forehead to take his temperature, said, “Normal,” and then walked away.  His friends came near him caught him looking at himself snickered, “Look, he’s looking at himself again,” then ran off.  All the time Narcissus is trying to find himself in this image reflected in the pool in front of him. 

Narcissus gazed into his reflection’s eye.  He thought to himself, is this the guy who beat up his friend?  He thought to himself gazing into his reflection’s eyes, is this the guy who cheated on the test and won those awards and won all those contests?  Is this the guy he used to know?  No, it’s not.  The Narcissus he knew used to be beautiful, used to be handsome, but the creature, the monster, in the reflection was not Narcissus.

Narcissus remembered the safety plan; he remembered the counselor saying, “When it comes down to it, you are the only one who can save you.”  He thought the person in the pool wasn’t him anymore.  The person staring back at him from the pool wasn’t him.  He got closer and tried to get a better look to try to find some reminisce of what he used to be.

The doctor returned looked around noticed Narcissus wasn’t there and continued.  The teacher and counselor returned looked around didn’t say a thing and continued.  The parents returned looked around and continued.  His friends came looking for him couldn’t find him and continued. 

Everyone thought he was a living legend, but they didn’t know him; they didn’t know him.  They only saw a beautiful handsome boy.  They didn’t see the ugliness he saw.  He stayed in the pool for several days before they found him.  He was not the beautiful handsome boy anymore, but that will not stop anyone from remembering him as a beautiful vain god.

April 3, 2012

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Falling or Jumping

Falling or Jumping

By A. Alex Cano

 

I know a girl who jumped out of a plane. I was curious and asked what it was like. She told me on the way up was the scariest part for her. She said had she made up her mind to do it months in advance. She planned the whole thing. She said it was surreal; the whole thing: planning, preparing and then doing it. It became real for her when they opened the doors to the plane. She felt the rush of cold air and the deafening wind. She could peek out the doors to see the miniature world below barely moving. She said her heart was racing; she could hardly breathe. Her heart stopped when the first people had to jump. She was the second person to jump. She saw the first people plummeting towards the ground, then “GO!” The trainer yelled. Before she could say no, she already stepped out the door into a free fall.

She stepped and the fear stopped. She said it didn’t matter anymore; she was falling. She felt the wind was pulling the flesh off of her face and she couldn’t keep her mouth closed, but it didn’t matter, because she was falling. Everything didn’t matter. She felt a bit of euphoria and shock.  She said she wasn’t worried about the parachute. She wasn’t worried about the landing. She wasn’t worried about dying or pulling the chord. The chord was pulled a few moments later, the landing was safe; a lot softer than she had anticipated and everything turned out just fine.

Now, I have a friend who knew a girl who jumped off a building and died. I imagine she experienced some of the same emotions. The same long time planning. I always think the hardest decision to make is to really do it. It is not easy to say, “yes, I’m going to do this thing.”  Then start to plan it. Deciding what building, what time of day, what is to be worn, how to access the roof and all the minor details that one has to prepare for their death … or does it really matter?

Planning might be one thing, but it is must have been like signing the liability papers to jump out of a plane. ‘It’s not really real.’ Even as she’s taking the elevator to the top floor, walking up the stairs, gaining access to the top floor. The first gust of air as the door opened to the roof. That is when I think it might become real.  She’d have to walk up to the edge of the building seeing the miniature world below her barely moving. There is no one before her and no one but herself to say ‘GO!’

When she stepped off the roof, I wonder if she thought it didn’t matter anymore. 

***Do not read further if you are squeamish.***

There are myths and theories that people have heart attacks right before they hit the ground, but if they feel like the girl who jumped out of the plane; it doesn’t matter.  I think the heart attack theory implies fear and regret, but when the decision is made and they feel a little bit of relief because it really doesn’t matter any more, because they know they are going to die and they don’t have to worry about it anymore.  I am sure that if someone would hit the ground at the speed of a falling body, one end would hit the ground before the other forcing the blood and organs to the other end of the body like if you squeeze a balloon; it would displace the air to one end of the balloon.  Of course, if you squeeze too hard, the balloon explodes.  So, I am sure when the coroner examines the body, some of the organs would have exploded.  One of the exploding organs being the heart because of the constant pressure of pumping blood and the amount of blood in it.  So, I can see how the theory of the heart attack before they hit the ground would come into play. 

 Those who do not understand suicide and cannot believe that someone would want to die or could do such a thing.  Sometimes people cannot comprehend that someone could decide, plan, prepare and go through with killing themselves.  To ease their minds, they would not want the person to suffer.  They think having a heart attack is less traumatic than having their body crushed by a fall, but in actuality the death is the end result.  (If you wish to test this, ask a group of people if they would rather die by heart attack or fall to their death.)  I do not know which is more painful, but I do know that both deaths are equal.  The two methods of death are both death and it doesn’t really matter for the dead person, because they’re dead.  The only ones that it really matters to are the ones who have to deal with the deaths.  Death matters to those who are still alive.  So, sometimes saying that a heart attack before hitting the ground (not during) would be less traumatic than hitting the ground and dying. 

If you have decided to kill yourself or thinking about killing yourself, somewhere along the way make sure to check in with 1-800-273-8255 and tell them your plan or what you’re thinking.  It might help; you never know.

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03/23/11 – Another […sigh…] Tale

03/23/11 – Another […sigh…] Tale
By Fountain Pen

Waiting for Godot[1]
And time moves so slow[2]
Looking at the phone to ring
Knowing it will never sing[3] 

Spitting on the fire[4]
Face turns red hot
Toes hang off the spire
Hole like a black spot
 
Fear; for moving niggard
Guts in hand like a shot coward[5]
Praying for a hope monger
Miser Life preys on me
 
Apathetic social care
Speaking in Braille[6]
And heavy burden to bare[7]
Death breath stale
 
‘I die, Yorick, [8]
And my tale is unsung.’[9]
Medication for the sick
My throat in noose wrung (dry)
 
(Fountain) Pen to paper[10]
Makes it better (somewhat)
Metaphoric reality
And prayers for secrecy[11]
 
Dismal skeletal smile[12]
Taste of life is vile
“Is it time?” with a grin.
“No.” Death says to my chagrin
 
Face in palms; whimper, whimper
 

03/23/11

[1] Samuel Beckett – Waiting For Godot – Gogo and Didi wait for someone/something that does not ever come.
[2] The Cure – “In Your House” (1980) “The hours I take/Go so slow”
[3] T. S. Eliot “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” (1917) “I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each./ I do not think that they will sing to me.”
[4] The Cure “Siamese Twins” (1982) “Laughing into the fire/Is it always like this?”
[5] J.D. Salinger – The Catcher in the Rye Chapter 14 Holden pretends to get shot in the gut.
[6] The Fall on Deaf Ears “Do You Speak Braille?”(1996) Anthem of misunderstood youth: “16 going on 21”  Laura Beard & Sarah Reiser died in an auto accident in 1997 at the age of 19.
[7] The burden of the living is to remember the dead.
[8] William Shakespeare’s Hamlet. Act V Scene I:- Hamlet brings Yorick back to life by remembering him and remembering a memory of them together.  Hamlet speaks to Yorick’s skull as if he is still alive, “Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?”
[9] William Shakespeare’s Hamlet Act V Scene II. – Hamlet is dying.  Talks to his best friend, Horatio, asking him to tell his tale to give Hamlet eternal life.
[10] William Shakespeare Sonnet 100 – Writer’s fear that he might be forgotten.
[11] The Cure – Disintegration (1989)
[12] http://skulladay.blogspot.com/2007/08/72-papercraft-skull-with-articulated.html

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Addiction of Duplicities

Addiction of Duplicities

Sometimes, one line in a song or in a Shakespearean play that just sticks out in my head and makes me wonder, “What does that mean?”  The line of the day for me is “The addiction to duplicities.”  This line is taken from the song “Disintegration” by the Cure on the CD Disintegration (1989).

Using the upside-down Christmas tree, the base of the tree: The album is called Disintegration for the song Disintegration.  This CD is very dark and gloomy.  At times the beats of the music mirror that of the lonesome, abandon, wowing heartbeat.  The middle of the tree: The song Disintegration, the title track of the CD, is one of ambivalence.  With the opening line: Oh, I miss the kiss of treachery”, already the narrator is feeling the regret of leaving.  He has already decided to leave, but leaving is tearing him apart.  He knows that he should leave, but doesn’t want ‘it’ to end.  The thoughts of staying and going are being replayed “over and over and over.”  The shining star atop/bottom of the tree. “The addiction to duplicities.”  It is hard for him to come to terms that he has left the ‘relationship.’  The repetition of good and bad, the parties and the fights and merry-go-rounds “round and round and round.”  Never knowing exactly when to stop it all.  The debate continues in his mind “hoping for frequency […and] hoping for secrecy”

The addiction of double-dealing, deceitfulness, lying, ambivalence.  Whoever this guy is kissing is getting the bulk of the dealings of his indecisiveness.  The one whom he is really lying to is himself. 

I like the way Robert uses “duplicities.”  The double meaning and double meaning are the sort of thing that goes on in this guy’s head.  The ambiguity of twofaced double-dealing and the repetition of the whole ordeal.  Reliving the end, breakup and hoping for the limerence of younger meat in the old meat.  Which begs the question, “When is enough, enough?”

When is enough, enough?  Back to suicide, in this case, Robert wants to kill away the relationship, but can’t.  He is debating ‘to be, or not to be’ with this person.  He weighs out the options and sorts out the ins and outs of his feelings calling what they have a “party piece.”  While the good times are really good, the bad times are excruciating, excruciating enough to make him want to end it all (the relationship not life).  In fact he does.  He is looking back at leaving and wants to go back and repeat what was good.  He wants to duplicate the good times.  He tries.  He tries to duplicate the good times, but it just doesn’t happen, but yet he is addicted to trying.  The thing is that he can’t “just let go” of that party piece.  Even though he seriously wants to, he can’t. 

The repetition of failure is where his pain is coming from.  The continual disappointment that the efforts of labor are fruitless and decadence.  To this guy, this pain is unbearable.  The pain is so unbearable he is willing to end it.

Let’s take on his dilemma: Should he or should he suicide?  Well, he is contemplating the suicide of the relationship.  This one, he is in the relationship and wants to get out but misses parts of the relationship.  So in essence, he is ambivalent in whether he wants to kill the relationship or not.  It is clear that he already has ended it, but he can go back as it seems like he has done before.  For the suicide of life, this pain of his relationship is certainly driving him bananas and he is in tons of pain.  Is this pain enough to drive him to his death?  The pain and suffering that he is going through may seem like something that he cannot live with, but is it enough to die for?  It doesn’t seem like it.  Back to the repetition.  He is addicted to the repetition.  The ultimate compromise.  If he can kill the relationship and not himself, things might be better or maybe not.  That is unknown.  To not kill the relationship and not kill himself would mean ‘keep on living’ on both accounts.  If he didn’t kill the relationship and didn’t kill himself.  There wouldn’t be a change and there would the same pain as before and status quo.  He would have to kill the relationship or suicide in the sense of the relationship (So yes to suicide).  If he killed himself, that would be the end.  No more need for a relationship. 

When Albert Camus wrote about repetition and the fruitlessness of life, he said something like ‘one must imagine Sisyphus happy.’  This makes me think that Robert’s (or narrator of the song) suffering and pain is part of his happiness.  Maybe he is just happy suffering.

In Hamlet by Shakespeare, Hamlet pondered ‘if I did get back with her, would it be worth it?’[1]  We (mostly ‘she’) won’t be the same people (person) as when the relationship began.  Robert experienced this unknown and decided that he is not the same.  Robert is still wishy-washy about the relationship and it seems like he will continue living in the same pain as Hamlet did.

In conclusion, the addiction to duplicities might be what keeps someone alive and might be what makes him happy.  In the crisis of debating whether to leave a relationship, someone might also consider suicide.  Suicide might not be a bad thing when put in terms of a f-ed up relationship.  I’m just sayin’.

November 5, 2010


[1] “The pangs of despised love[…] the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes”

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Do people with suicidal ideation without knowing about pro-suicide websites actively search them out?

 To my understanding and what I have experienced about suicide and my own research: I know that when I started looking at suicide, I wanted to know both sides of the issue.  I wanted to know “how to” and how to prevent and where could I get this information.  Of course, I looked to the internet. 

 I took the position of “I want to kill myself; now, how do I do that?”  First I found the prevention sites.  A lot of them.  Then I started to find “how to” sites also.  I found Suzanne Gonzales a big controversial story of a girl who went to college, was depressed and looked to the internet to find ways to kill herself.  She found Alt-Suicide-Holiday.  This was a site that had links galore to pro-suicide sites.  She befriended someone on this site who helped her suicide.  (Study Suzie’s story.  You’ll get a good look at what someone does in that situation and how the pro-suicide sites work.)

 (sidebar) Suzanne’s family is on a mission to make pro-suicide sites a crime.  Check it out Suzie’s Law.  Heading the mission is Mike Gonzales.  He is her father.  You can find him on facebook.  He is very active.  He might now something about someone who it studying it.  http://suzyslaw.com/

 (my theory)  When someone decides to get on line and look for ways to kill himself/herself, (s)he is more than just having ideation.  That person is preparing for his/her death.  There are several things that I thing might have to happen before this actually takes place.  In the case of the sites, we can basically eliminate the spur of the moment suicides, because this come down to planning and preparation. 

 (Buffers) I feel like those who reach out to pro-suicide sites are in the habit of reaching out.  So they do reach out to parents, peers, co-workers, doctors, counselors and others.  They probably have reached out so much that they think that they are becoming burdensome.  Most times, the system breaks down.  The system of doctors are not prepared for suicidal patients.  They sometimes hold them in the psych ward (which makes things worse) then let them go.  Sometimes they aren’t even taken seriously and/or blown off.  At times, I would believe that they are national suicide prevention lines accessible and maybe called them, but it is just not enough.

(the preparation) The planning and preparation of one’s death is at times addictive.  When people are stagnant and are unable to get around, usually because of depression, the only thing that looks good is death.  The activity of actually preparing, making a check list and marking off each one as they go along is rewarding.  For example: prepare will, check, say good bye, check, give away prized possessions, check.  One success after another, short term goals to a long term end.  During this time, the person might feel good about himself/herself, but can’t share it (the stigma).  These sites provide the checklists and for give support toward a goal that the suicidal person has already made up and has decided to do. 

The alternative: 1,000 ways to die on Spike TV.

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My Start

Hello everyone,

 I have decided to start this blog in addition to all my efforts to get proper care for those who are in crisis and those who are not in crisis who want to understand where the person in crisis is coming from and what (s)he is thinking.  The topics that I want to discuss are (not limited to): suicide, the definition of suicide, suicidal ideation, bullying, mental illness, crisis, suicide prevention, the stigma of suicide, the philosophy of existence, purpose, hope, fear of death, western religion ideation and ‘when to die.’ 

Who am I?

 I am suicidal.  I have been ever since I was an early teenager.  I have never tried suicide, but have thought about just about everyday of my life since.  As a teenager I started my (indirect) studying of suicide.  I gravitated towards music and literature that portrayed and mirrored the way I was feeling.  Going through college and researching the pains and struggles of authors who have fought their way through life and at times losing their life for whatever the cause may be, led me to my suicidal journey. 

 I graduated from the University of La Verne (ULV) with a bachelors degree in English.  At ULV, I studied Shakespeare who was one of the biggest influences of my ideas and thoughts.  I was fascinated by Hamlet, of course, and the totally wrong interpretation that society has on his contemplation of suicide. 

 When I graduated, I didn’t know what I should do.  I didn’t have a purpose.  I was lost.  I started to horrible again.  Living in Los Angeles, I had a long commute to and from work.  One day, I heard a voice on NPR describing himself exactly how I felt.  It was one of those enlightenment moments where you feel like you want to jump out of your skin, where he hit the nail right on the head.  http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=104267986  Edwin Shneidman is dead.  His obituary made it on NPR.  I thought, “If this guy feels like I do, whatever he did, I should be there I should follow in his footsteps.”  http://www.latimes.com/news/local/ed_shneidmanff_ss,0,3414993.htmlstory Edwin Shneidman along with two others started the Los Angeles Suicide Prevention Center (SPC).  I decided that I would do anything I could to get into this organization, but they did not need me. 

 I started to study Shneidman’s work and those who he recommended.  I started reading everything that I could get my hands on in regards to suicide.  I read all his books and Moby Dick (one that he recommended several times.)  I also looked for other organizations that I could join to help me in my struggle.  I came across American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP) and American Association of Suicidology (AAS).  These are national groups that don’t have much going on locally.  But, I needed more.

 I kept trying SPC until I was finally accepted.  My opening was to become a suicide prevention counselor.  What a prefect position for me.  I was taught the guidelines and the strategies of suicide prevention.  These are the ideas that Shneidman set up and the people working there were the people who he chose to help him and I was one of those people.  I have had lessons here that have enhanced my ideas and have changed my attitude about many things, but all-in-all has made me a better counselor.  But, I need more.

 Now What?

 I am hoping with this blog, I can help society get a grasp of what a suicidal person feels like, needs and strives for.  The stigma of suicide in America is a dysfunctional beast to say the least.  It is looked down upon for thinking about suicide, feeling suicidal and admission of a mental illness is sometimes a social suicide.  Suicide is a dirty business that very few can handle and/or pick up and deal with, so I hope that I can help people get their hands filthy with suicide and get people to understand that death is ok.

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My Suicidal Bio

No matter where I go, I won’t fit in. In high school, I felt like I was always the odd man out. I just couldn’t fit in anywhere. I couldn’t be a jock, rocker, rich kid, preppy, artist, alterno, punk, or nerd, but I tried at all of these. No matter how much I tried, I was a little of each, but not completely anyone one group, therefore I always felt excluded. As an adolescent, I needed to fit it, but I just didn’t. I felt alone. I felt abandoned by everyone. At times, I wanted to fit in so bad that it was killing me.

“Killing me.” I found the answer. “Suicide!”

I didn’t have a gun, or rope, or pills, or anything like that; all I had was music. Artists like The Cure and Nine Inch Nails reflected the emotions, feelings I was going though, striving to fit in and to love and be loved. Although, I didn’t have anyone to talk to or didn’t have access to 1.800.237.TALK (8255), which I think I would have called. I also found Albert Camus and his existentialist way of thinking; Samuel Beckett with “I can’t go on, I’ll go on.” All these were so far away. They were too poetic and not real to me.

All these artists are feeling this “psychache[1],” (the inescapable overwhelming psychological pain [my definition]) and expressing it, but I thought to myself, ‘now what?’ That is, until I met Edwin Shneidman, I never really met him because he was dead, but was introduced to him by an article on NPR about his death.[2] This guy was 91 years old, suicidal and was feeling exactly like me. I almost threw up thinking that I was looking into a mirror. He was saying everything that I wish I could say and he was dead, but not by suicide.

Edwin Shneidman with two others created the Los Angeles Suicide Prevention Center. I thought to myself, “suicidal people helping suicidal people…genius! Now I know where I should go.” I tried to get as much information about Shneidman that I could and in my quest, I found American Foundation For Suicide Prevention (AFSP) that was having a walk in Los Angeles, Orange County and San Bernardino, I signed up for all three, not knowing what I was getting myself into, but I found a place where I fit in. I finally found a place where my darkest secrets of suicide were brought to light and I was not shunned for feeling the way I do. I wore green and blue beads at the walk and saw green beads on others, which frightened me. “I’m really not alone.”

Since that first Out of Darkness walk[3] in Orange County, I have since become a certified suicide prevention counselor, volunteer on the local 1.800.237.TALK (8255) line, am on the Out of Darkness committee in Orange County, a member of the American Association of Suicidology[4] and now just become a Field Advocate[5] with AFSP. I have come to realize that I am not alone in my thoughts of suicide and death; I won’t ever completely fit in, but I can help with the stigma of suicide to the point where those who do kill themselves are not scrutinized for taking their own life.

August 9, 2010

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[1] Shneidman coins the term “psychache”—intense emotional and psychological pain that eventually becomes intolerable and which cannot be abated by means that were previously successful—as the primary motivation for suicide. – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edwin_S._Shneidman

[2] http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=104267986

[3]Your donations are greatly appreciated. You can donate at: http://afsp.donordrive.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=donorDrive.participant&eventID=1035&participantID=102400

[4] http://suicidology.org/web/guest/home

[5] http://www.afsp.org/index.cfm?page_id=ABD27B53-CF1C-2465-1884581E35B7CC96

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