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A recent article, Teen who jumped to death from Vessel was laughing with sister before leap, guard says (link), discussed a public restaurant that has become a "suicide magnet." Teachers, medical professionals, clergy or just about any helper other than a 14 year old peer is a "mandated reporter" who has no choice but to take draconian and often counterproductive restrictive measures.
This horrible tragedy brought to mind a serious dilemma that many people experiencing depression, momentary or regularly finds themselves. A little personal disclosure because a long time ago I was there for an interval.
During academic year 1976-7 I was a sophomore at an Ivy League school with deep, scenic gorges. The combination of an undiagnosed dust allergy and the cough medicine (Codeine and Tylenol) I used to combat the allergy caused me some rather severe depression, albeit for a few months. Accentuating this was difficulties in completing my foreign language requirements. One night, in early April, I basically "had enough" and started walking back and forth over one of the bridges over one of the gorges. Before I made any attempt to take a leap, I was stopped and questioned by campus police. My first mistake was saying anything about being despondent.
I was held overnight in the campus infirmary. I was evaluated by a psychiatrist engaged by the infirmary, one "Dr. Bull" (his actual name, no joke). I told him I felt better and wanted to finish some homework. He said I didn't get "the big picture", whatever that was.
The next day I was picked up by my mother and stepfather. Both were needed because I had a car on campus. Fortunately, and this is one thing I give my mother a lot of credit for, she took me to a family friend who happened to be a psychologist. He evaluated me and penned me a note that enabled me to return to finish my classes for the semester. I returned the following fall, graduating on schedule.
Mentioning that you are in severe personal distress is most counterproductive. People are not there to help. They are there for a bureaucratic, not personal solution. Now that teen on the Vessel; he probably knew the score, and that if he told anyone how he was feeling he'd be living in a world of hurt, not of therapy and help. Psychologists and psychiatrists are mandated reporters. If someone says they are thinking of suicide in a private session they may have to call 911 or a reporting agency, even if they are well capable of handling or treating the problem. I think the evaporation of confidentiality, which did not officially exist in 1977, is just horrendous.
This horrible tragedy brought to mind a serious dilemma that many people experiencing depression, momentary or regularly finds themselves. A little personal disclosure because a long time ago I was there for an interval.
During academic year 1976-7 I was a sophomore at an Ivy League school with deep, scenic gorges. The combination of an undiagnosed dust allergy and the cough medicine (Codeine and Tylenol) I used to combat the allergy caused me some rather severe depression, albeit for a few months. Accentuating this was difficulties in completing my foreign language requirements. One night, in early April, I basically "had enough" and started walking back and forth over one of the bridges over one of the gorges. Before I made any attempt to take a leap, I was stopped and questioned by campus police. My first mistake was saying anything about being despondent.
I was held overnight in the campus infirmary. I was evaluated by a psychiatrist engaged by the infirmary, one "Dr. Bull" (his actual name, no joke). I told him I felt better and wanted to finish some homework. He said I didn't get "the big picture", whatever that was.
The next day I was picked up by my mother and stepfather. Both were needed because I had a car on campus. Fortunately, and this is one thing I give my mother a lot of credit for, she took me to a family friend who happened to be a psychologist. He evaluated me and penned me a note that enabled me to return to finish my classes for the semester. I returned the following fall, graduating on schedule.
Mentioning that you are in severe personal distress is most counterproductive. People are not there to help. They are there for a bureaucratic, not personal solution. Now that teen on the Vessel; he probably knew the score, and that if he told anyone how he was feeling he'd be living in a world of hurt, not of therapy and help. Psychologists and psychiatrists are mandated reporters. If someone says they are thinking of suicide in a private session they may have to call 911 or a reporting agency, even if they are well capable of handling or treating the problem. I think the evaporation of confidentiality, which did not officially exist in 1977, is just horrendous.