It was bound to happen, wasn't it? I can't just keep this as a nice and harmless little blog. So, here, without further ado is a link to yet another suicide related article:
It's a bit graphic, so don't read it if it bothers you.
It talks about survivor guilt and shame and, no, that's not why I'm doing this. I've forgiven myself quite a while ago (after beating myself up relentlessly).
I think (and that may just be me) that some of the shame comes from the feeling of being judged and while I'm not entirely certain that that's what happened to us, there were quite a few people (like Henry's favorite teachers) who stayed far away from us. Was that because they judged either us or Henry? Or was that because they simply did not know what to say? The latter I can forgive, the first - not so much.
And I cannot forgive stupidity, either. I have an ex-friend (now) who made the usual dumb-ass remark by the totally uninformed, "If they are prevented from taking their lives here, they'll just go somewhere else." No, that sort of "I know exactly what I'm talking about, even though I haven't ever read a single book or article about suicide" attitude I cannot forgive.
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