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A tale of an unsuccessful suicide attempt

Submitted by yelvington on October 1, 2010 - 7:20pm

It was the summer of 1969. I was in Lawrence, Kansas, scratching chigger bytes, watching Neil Armstrong walk on the Moon, and attending journalism classes at the University of Kansas.

I was a high school kid attending a summer program along with a bunch of other high school kids. I was learning to write headlines and run a radio show. My roommate was studying fourth-dimensional math, something about turning a tennis ball inside out without harming it. Other kids were studying the trombone or, judging from observed behavior, card-playing.

For most of us, it was our first big trip away from home. It was the summer of all possibilities. It was the summer of growing up.

There was a kid down the hall that I didn't know very well. He was from Hannibal, Missouri. A slight kid, about two-thirds the size of his ox-like roommate.

The roommate liked to peel fruit with a machete that he kept hidden in his room, against dorm policy. Also against dorm policy, the roommate had taped "glamour posters" to the wall, moved all the furniture around, and made an aquarium out of a five-gallon carboy. He pretty much ruled the roost while the slight kid cowered.

One night several of us boys were walking down the dormitory hall when the slight kid came stumbling out of his room, red-faced, coughing, and clearly disturbed. No, the ox-like roommate hadn't done anything bad, at least not at the moment. But the slight kid had.

He had wrapped a belt around his neck. He had tried to hang himself in the closet.

It wasn't much of a suicide attempt. You can't do yourself in by hanging yourself from a closet pole that's at eye level. But he had tried.

Frightened and confused, he stumbled out into the hall. And there we were, wide-eyed and unprepared. When you go off to summer camp, nobody gives you a "dealing with suicides" kit.

Having been dealt this hand, we did our best to play it. For hours we walked round the KU campus, talking the slight kid through his forest of personal demons. After trying and failing to kill himself, things got worse, not better. His conservative religious upbringing had taught him that suicide was a sin. Now God would surely condemn him to burn in hell for his clumsy stunt with the belt in the closet.

Not being scholars in such things, we were not well equipped to engage in the argument, but we did what we could to calm him down. We walked and talked until curfew sent us all back to the dorm.

I don't know how the slight kid turned out, but he did survive his summer in Kansas. We all did.

I don't know whether the slight kid was gay. But his roommate treated him the way many bullies treat gay teenagers. Gay teens are not the only victims of cruelty -- anyone who's different is a target -- but they are particularly vulnerable.

I thought about the slight kid this week when I heard the news about Tyler Clementi, a talented young musician who went away to college at Rutgers and wound up jumping to his death off the George Washington Bridge. Tyler's roommate had set up a webcam that had caught him making out with another boy, broadcasting the encounter live on the Internet.

It happens, over and over again. Big kids, little kids. In Texas, a 13-year-old carrying the double burden of sexual orientation and religious differences blows his brains out. In Rhode Island, a college kid majoring in culinary arts hangs himself in a dorm room.

When we are young, everything is too big. Our joys may be too big. Our despairs are always too big. If our older selves could step in, they'd wisely advise us: "I gets better." But our older selves are not there, and if we make the wrong choice, they never will be.

If you haven't watched Dan Savage's video advice, you should. It's about being a gay teenager, and it isn't. It's good advice for everybody. Straight kids have problems, too. Adults have problems. We all have problems. It gets better.

Watch the video: http://www.youtube.com/user/itgetsbetterproject#p/f/0/7IcVyvg2Qlo

 

Comments

Just thought I'd comment on this: I Stumbled across this blog looking for general writing inspiration. The student you mentioned, the homosexual boy in Rhode Island, hit very close to home for me. My friend, who also goes to Johnson and Whales, told me this same story a few days ago. He knew Raymond Chase because he went to school with him, because he had somewhat of a crush on him, and because he had been planning to ask him out on a date the week of his suicide. When my friend found out that Raymond had taken his own life, he was understandably shaken. He e-mailed me when he learned, but it took me forever to send him a response. I had wanted to say how sorry I was, and how hard it must be, but that didn't seem like enough. In the end, all I could offer him was that life was unpredictable, and that you had to keep going. I say this because, for every Raymond Chase, there is a person like my friend waiting in the eaves. Yes, we should be condemning the bullies and those with prejudice. But I think sometimes the news on these deaths, and the people they were in life, is overshadowed by the focus on their tormentors. Every article linked above speaks more about the horrendous bullying each individual faced than it does about the hope they could have had. Reading them is hard, and I can only imagine it would be that much harder if I were a gay teenager facing the same suicidal thoughts. By all means, condemn those with prejudice. By all means, take steps to prevent the bullying of homosexuals, and homosexual teens in particular. But by all means, let us not forget the other important things. Let's not forget to remind each other that life is unpredictable, but that good things happen when you least expect them as well. If even one of those newspaper articles took the time to interview a more self-confident homosexual classmate, or listed a help-hotline number or helpful organization, or even went as far as describing achievements the homosexual individual had accomplished other than 'successful suicide', then maybe we might all be reminded a little more of the ways life can become unexpectedly better.