I love my dead gay son!
Suicide is a very touchy subject, but one that is close to me.
My father committed suicide 5 days before my 12th birthday by intentionally crashing his car. (My family told me he died in a car accident, not completely the truth, to protect me. I found out it was suicide when I was 18.) He had bi-polar disorder, also known as being manic-depressive, and I remember visiting him a couple of times before he died at Griffen, the mental hospital down in Norman. Because of this history, I volunteered at a suicide hotline during college. I wanted to help people try to avoid the same fate my dad had, by being someone neutral they could talk to. Someone they could be anonymous with, and tell what was bothering them without fear of judgment or reprisal. Only if I determined they were in immediate danger of hurting themselves or someone else would I have had police or our crisis teem intervene. Those times were very few, as most people just needed someone to talk to.
A documentary about people who commit suicide by jumping off the Golden Gate bridge has peeked my curiosity, despite the grim subject. Called The Bridge, filmmaker Eric Steele captured jumpers on film, and interviewed their friends and family to try and understand what brought them to the Golden Gate Bridge to end their life.
There has been controversy surrounding this film, however. When Steele put in for the permit to film at the bridge, he did not disclose his intent to film people committing suicide. He did not want people to use the cameras as an opportunity to get their suicides onto film, therefore he saw it as saving lives. The American Foundation for Suicide Prevention was invited to a screening, and they do not endorse the film. They worry that it could encourage vulnerable individuals to imitate what they see and cause more suicides. But other mental health organizations in San Francisco welcomed the film, and are glad it has brought the morbid subject about the bridge to light. There is an excellent article showing both sides here.
Despite the controversy, I feel it is a good thing to bring suicide, and what people who are going through thoughts of death are thinking, into light. Too often in our society we tell people to just toughen up, or don’t think about it, or more commonly, pop meds and you’ll feel better. But what happens when the meds don’t work? Or what happens when people take the pills, but do not address issues or circumstances that are making them depressed to begin with? We’ve come a long way from when my dad was seeking treatment, but there is still a stigma attached to mental illness.
Oh, and for those of you who think the title is crass…it’s a nod to the cult black comedy Heathers. Check it out if you haven’t seen it!
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