chibamSenior Contributor
The Conversations We Aren't Aloud To Have
Disclaimer: I'm not about to do the s-word.
Last night a video came up in my Youtube feed. It was a clip from the TV show Chicago Med, and it was about one of the show's doctors who committed suicide. I won't post the clip here; it's probably against SANE's guidelines, as it leaves little to the imagination in terms of the guy's method.
But the suicide itself isn't really the focus of the clip; the focus is the various reactions of the other characters in the show.
If you've ever watched any sort of fictional TV show where there's a suicide, then this clip was pretty much par for the course. A whole bunch of: "Why didn't we see the signs?"s, "Why'd he do it?"/"We'll probably never know"s, ect., ect.
And then, of course, there's a healthy share of clumsy, vague speculation from non-suicidal characters as to what the dead character's motivations may have been.
And the whole time I'm watching this, I'm thinking to myself: "Boy, I wish I could tell you people a thing or two. I wish I could tell the real-life people who your based off of a thing or two!"
But I can't. We, the sucidial people, can't. We are able to have these conversations with you; to offer that clarity to you, because of sensorship and persecution!
My whole life, I've had other people assigning an ugly, bullshit persona to me. Creating this reputation for me that gets me all wrong. Carma, I suppose; I'm certainly guilty of doing likewise for others, although my intentions were benevolent.
But watching this clip last night... it just reminded me that people are almost certainly gonna still be doing that to me after I'm gone. Cooking up their own ludicrously false explainations for "what was going on in my head".
I hate that.
I hate that we can't talk openly and honestly about these things while we're still alive, and still able to speak for ourselves.
Nobody wants to listen to the living, because it's far easier, and more agreeable, to put words in the mouths of the dead. A dead marionette can easily be pulled around to act out your script.
I wish we lived in a world where the anti-suicide crowd really had to listen to the suicidal; and where the suicidal had complete and absolute freedom to explain clearly why they... well, you know.
Once again, don't panic staff. I'm not about to do the s-word, myself.