by Nasoosie » Sat Feb 20, 2010 9:41 am
When I was young, not married, a new teacher, and pregnant, trying to decide what to do with a child I had yet to feel move inside me----totally insane over seeing the deplorable conditions in the 'orphan homes' of those days in Oregon, realizing my days as a teacher would be over before they even started, and I would be relegated to being a store check-out clerk for the rest of my life-----knowing I would be resentful and bitter about being labeled a slut, and with a beautiful child being called a bastard by its peers, (yes, all children born to unwed mothers were called bastards back then), feeling guilt every day of my life for allowing myself to get pregnant in the first place, believing the father loved me and we would get married right then and there, scared how I would ever meet such a life-long obligation and responsibility------I made plans to end my life and my unborn child's life by jumping off a cliff into the Pacific.
As I stood on the edge of that cliff, did I think about my parents? Did I think about my brother? Did I think about my friends? Not once did any of those important facets of my life occur to me. I was totally hell-bent on ending my confusion and guilt and pain and possible life of hell for a child-to-be of mine. I was so wrapped up in my own little piece of insanity that not once did I consider that things might get better if I were to 'carry on.' By the time a person gets to that decision to choose to die, no amount of reasoning can get through the cocoon of insanity. I had been forced into a corner, and could see no rational way out.
So I jumped off that cliff, narrowly missing outjutting rocks, into the Pacific Ocean. As I was sinking down beneath the salt water, I realized I was still alive as I hadn't hit any rocks. (As I was about to force myself to breathe in, I felt my baby move. THEN reality finally hit me-----it wasn't just ME I was condemning to death, but somebody else as well....there really WAS a life in me.)
Ultimately I then had an awakening like a lightning bolt, fought to save us both, climbed out of the ocean by the skin of my teeth, and cried for days on end. (I have since told Mona, my child whom I found after years of her having been adopted, that she saved us both when she was just three months in the cooker! Luckily, also, my tip-top physical condition had cushioned the slam of the water against us, and the fetus suffered no damage.)
Interestingly enough, since that incident, I have NEVER wanted to deliberately die again. I wonder how many suiciders would be still here if the gun had misfired?
My point is, that a person determined to die in order to save what seems like pure hell for themselves and others, doesn't think it's a 'selfish' act, but rather a 'saving all from hell on earth' act. I felt righteous out on that precipice.....not selfish. I KNEW that everyone would be better off without me. I had been forced into a corner out of which I could see no way. (NO WAY OUT is a very important lesson here. Every person needs to have some viable options in their lives. I always try to remember that when I am dealing with desperate people now.)
I realize that sometimes a person would wish to end their own life in order to 'punish' people around them, but I truly believe that happens far less than the wish to 'make everyone's lives better if I were gone.'
Drugs can also cloud the decision to live or die, but I don't count them as 'voluntary acts of suicide' but more like 'chemical induced insanity' with no conscious effort to get there. I call this kind of suicide an OD or an accident, rather than deliberate.
To wrap up this morose morning discussion, I guess I am saying that suicide is not just a simple selfish act, but a very complicated, spider-webby, warped decison made by an insane person (most usually a temporarily insane person) which seems to them to be completely rational and righteous.
Anger in the survivors is, of course, the most rational emotion, however, as they are seeing the tragedy from their point of view.....their loss of someone they loved and depended on-----not from the point of view of the insane person feeling they are less worthy to live than a slug, standing on the top of a cliff, or with their finger on a trigger of a gun pressed into their head. It is really impossible for survivors to comprehend what had driven the suicider to that point. People who feel inadequate or unable to muddle through life believing they are just a burden to those who love them are unable to believe that things will get better. As I said, I KNEW people would be better off without me. And those around me back then had no idea of the extent of my insanity. This is the usual scenario-----"I had no idea he/she was THAT screwed up!" People are very good at keeping emotions hidden.
Lesson is: "What a selfish thing to do" should be replaced with "What a totally insane thing to do. Didn't he/she realize how loved and needed he/she was?" Nor should the survivors feel they are responsible for the loss, as the insane one was too far out of touch with reality to see and realize the expressions of love and need by those who loved and needed him.
Suicide is such a complicated act, going so against a human's wish to live and fight, it cannot be summed up with a simple, "How selfish."
I like Janice's reaction, however, to the young redheaded kid's death, "You stupid *&^%$#@! Didn't you realize this too shall pass?!!" That is exactly how I feel, even now after having been there, when I learn about a person killing himself. The anger is waranted. I would have felt and screamed that exact same thing if I had been the mother of me, had I been successful. The whole gamut of emotions felt by such a needless, senseless loss is all warranted, and the way survivors deal with it is seldom the same. As a survivor, you have to let yourself go and experience the whole gamut of emotions, and accept the consolation and empathy from those who love you. As I say, I understand only too well both sides of this topic----I also lost a very good friend to suicide.
Hopefully, there are few others or no others in this forum who have been on both sides of suicide. But if you have been there, you will know what I am saying. It does give one some incite to have been there.
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Nasoosie on Sat Feb 20, 2010 2:38 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Life is about learning to dance in the rainHappy travels!