On the Suicide of an Acquaintance

A friend of my sister’s committed suicide a few days ago. I didn’t know her that well, but I’d met her several times. Including last fall at my sister’s birthday party. She was nice, this woman. Friendly. Chatty. Kind of pretty. She had put on a few pounds over the years, but you could see she had a very pretty face. I knew that she had some issues with depression. Had been hospitalized for some period of time. Had some periods of time where she couldn’t work. I felt for her. But when I met her, none of that was evident. She was friendly. Chatty. Kind of pretty.

She jumped off the Tobin Bridge, apparently. That puts her in good company with Charles Stuart, the sociopath who killed his pregnant wife and then tried to blame it on some unknown black man in the Mission Hill neighborhood of Boston. Is scheme eventually unraveled, and eventually he flung himself off the Tobin Bridge. And now my sister’s friend has followed him down.

I’ve really known only one other person who succeeded in killing herself. That was the wife of a friend of my brother’s. Suffered from severe post-partum depression, it seems. I knew her a little bit in high school, but only really met her once. It was at a party at my brother’s house, probably 25 years ago, and we were all playing basketball together. This woman was a lot of fun. And charming. And beautiful. When I heard that she had killed  herself, I though, really? So, we never know who’s feeling desperate, do we? We just never know.

I always have such bifurcated feelings about suicide. On the one hand, it’s the ultimate form of self-expression. It’s the final civil right, the right to say that this life isn’t working for me anymore, I’m going to end it. I always thought that criminalizing suicide or attempted suicide was crazy. First of all, if you succeeded, any resulting criminal penalty would hardly be an effective deterrent. It would, in fact, be no deterrent at all. And if you didn’t succeed, putting that person in jail was going to help?

We can lay the blame for some of those responses at the feet of the Catholic Church, of course. That enlightened institution that came up with boatloads of theological nonsense completely unrelated to anything that Jesus Christ ever said. Not that Muslim majority nations are any better, many of which still criminalize suicide or its attempts to this day.

And I’m an ardent supporter of medically-assisted suicide, the right to kill yourself in a humane way when a terminal illness is involved and all hope of recovery is lost. That should be the ultimate civil right, to end one’s life under circumstances like that.

On the other hand, people who kill themselves mostly do so out of despair. They are in a great deal of pain, and they see no end in sight or obvious way out of the pain. Of course, suicide causes a great deal of pain for the people who love them, but by the time the people who do kill themselves really can’t factor that into the equation anymore. It’s a very final solution for a condition that may be transient, so that part of it is certainly unfortunate.

So, what to do for the friend of my sister’s, or the wife of my brother’s friend? We failed these people. We, and the medical system on which we rely. My sister’s friend had gotten a lot of care, but obviously it wasn’t enough. In many ways, our understanding of mental health is still way behind our understanding of physical health. It appears that we really don’t have very effective treatments for those who really are suicidal. Some treatments may postpone the outcome a little bit, but in the long run, there is little evidence to suggest that we’ve found anything effective.

About a1skeptic

A disturbed citizen and skeptic. I should stop reading the newspaper. Or watching TV. I should turn off NPR and disconnect from the Internet. We’d all be better off.
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7 Responses to On the Suicide of an Acquaintance

  1. Bonnie K says:

    I think part of the reason we don’t have better treatments is that we don’t discuss suicidal ideation. We shame it, deny it, and put people in 72 hour lockups without consent for threatening it. Kevorkian was mocked (“Dr. Death”) and jailed for helping those who are terminally ill to have some sort of death with dignity. As a culture, we’re afraid of death, and I believe we’d do well to take the example of Robin Williams as a teaching moment. The things we don’t talk about are the things we need to talk about.

  2. Anonymous says:

    beautifully written and insightful euogy,
    jurgen.
    life can be so sad.

  3. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Monc7vGf_ZE
    PASS THE BALL!
    This book has an important message, it needs to be read and shared.

  4. ladyquirky says:

    It never ceases to amaze me how suicide leaves a wide swath of victims in it’s wake. It is a painful reminder that we should all be more kind and pay attention to those around us.

  5. KR says:

    Well written post. I agree with Bonnie K. And yes life can be so sad. You never know.

  6. I’ve spent the last seven years mentoring middle school students. I’ve seen a wide array of social issues affecting them. One of the bigger issues is bullying. I’m not sure if she was bullied when she was younger, but given the facts I’ve gleaned from my research to write my book on bullying, it wouldn’t surprise me if she was. I’ve always taught my students to stand up for those who are oppressed. Surround them with as much compassion as they can, because they never know if the victim has planted suicidal thoughts in his/her head. It can literally be a life saver.

  7. I knew Pam for many years…she was such a delightful, funny, sensitive delight and a wonderful nurse for years. Unfortunately, she suffered such a loss a few years ago when she lost her mom and aunt right after each other. She never worked again, and received a lot of treatment. I saw her right after her mom passed and she was practically catatonic, but saw her again a couple of months ago, and she seemed upbeat and ready to try nursing again. Now, I prepare myself to attend her wake tomorrow… she had hundreds of friends at our hospital and we are all suffering…thanks for your imput…I love your description…a little overweight but the most beautiful face and chatty! That was Pam and we will miss her desperately!

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