Why don't support the "It gets better" campaign.
I was in high school in the 1980s. If you recall, there were some highly visible suicide attempts and it was a hot topic in educational circles. One high school had a circle of friends attempt suicide the same week and rumors of "suicide pacts" among students were blown out of proportion. If you said "I couldn't live without my best friend" you were rushed to the school shrink. In reaction to all this, school across the country adopted "suicide education" programs. I know my high school did. Heath class added a 2-week segment where we learned all about suicide. Why people do it. How many people do it. How people do it. The 5 most common ways to do it (in graphic detail... including facts like which techniques don't work and are just "a way to get attention" vs. the techniques that really, really work!) Intense stuff! And what happened? The number of suicides skyrocketed! Yes, it back-fired. Being in high school sucks for most people but it's just "a bad day" and you move on. Unless, of course, you've just gone through half a month of instruction on that includes graphic details of which direction to slice your wrist for the greatest dammage (yes, Ms. Lally my teacher gave us that detail). As you can imagine, schools panicked but eventually changed the curriculum. The new curriculum focused on teaching kids to identify the signs that a friend might be suicidal, how to talk with them about getting help, and where those sources of help are. That's what finally reduced the suicide rate. So.... When you are being bullied you don't believe it will ever end and you believe it has no solution. I'm not a shrink but shrinks have told me that people in that situation talk about suicide but don't do it because they are so depressed that they don't believe they will be successful. Nothing else is going right, why would that? It's ironic but people tend to commit suicide when things get a little better, they feel empowered, and that empowerment lets them do something they've been wanting to do for ages. Sad but true. The videos were saying, "you're right... but it gets better if you wait it out". If I had been told that when I was being bullied I would not be here today. It just re-enforces the futility of it all. "You're saying I'm right that it really doesn't have a solution?? OMG! I have to wait until I'm an adult? That's centuries from now!" Remember when you were 15-16 and it felt like adulthood was a million years away? Luckily when I was bullied I was given different advice. My next door neighbor was a police officer. I don't know if my parents arranged this or if he decided to do it on his own, but he took me aside and gave me two bits of advice. First, bullies only respect other bullies. Second, a punch to the nose doesn't damage a person permanently but a nosebleed is super dramatic and everyone will remember it. It's red and messy and looks really impressive. As a kid that got a lot of nosebleeds I totally understood what he was saying. He gave me a quick lesson on how to throw a punch, instructing me that every punch should be aimed at the nose, anything else is a waste of energy. One good hit, a little blood, and nobody will ever pick on your again. So the next week at the bus stop when Keith and Landon came to pick on me I was ready. I "put up my dukes" and started hopping side to side. I saw an opening and threw a punch. I didn't connect, but my fist in his face shocked the hell out of him. "That kids CRAZY!" Keith said. "You could have hurt someone! Daaaaamn! We were just kidding!" said Landon. Oh yeah, "kidding"... months of picking on and hitting me was "kidding". Nice rationalization, guys. For the rest of the year Keith and Landon, two of the biggest bullies in the neighborhood, stayed on the opposite side of the bus stop each morning and never came near me. Four years later I got picked on again. Locker room. Swing and connect. Nosebleed. Principle's office. He looked at the two of us, assumed the effeminate kid (me) couldn't possibly have been the trouble maker so I was off the hook. So, here's why I never made my own "it gets better" video. I didn't want to say "it gets better... just wait for it". I didn't want to be Ms. Lally with the well-intentioned but back-firing advice. I wanted to explain how to throw a good punch. Let some blood splatter. Make a statement. But in the middle of seeing all those videos with the happy adults I figured... well... maybe I should wait 6 months and then make my video. Oh, and by the way... the next town over from where I live a gay teen committed suicide on Thursday. She was head of her school's Gay/Straight Alliance. No exactly the bullied, down-trodden, lacking-for-support kid you'd think would end it all. I didn't know her but I wish I could have taught her to throw a punch. Tom Limoncelli, Nov 21, 2011
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