Suicide: The Taboo Subject - For Emily
This has been a long time coming in needing to be put down, both for my own mental health and the mental health of others. Living in the internet age has put vast amounts of knowledge at our fingertips, both for the good and the bad. More and more people have accesses to resources now that we didn't have when I was growing up. As a teenager if I needed to know how to fix something on my car I had to refer to the repair manual. If I was unfamiliar with a certain subject I would look it up in an encyclopedia. In today's world it is easy to just google what you're looking for and it's right there on a screen in front of you. I grew up in a small military town some would consider out in the country. Compared to how its grown up since then I guess they were right. I always thought it was a city, maybe not big city scale but I knew it wasnt no one stoplight town. I was fortunate in that we had a somewhat cultural diverse community but LGBTQ was still taboo and underground. Growing up confused about my gender, confused about my anger, I had no such resources. These were taboo subjects. I was coming of age at the end of the AIDS epidemic and I remember it being called the gay disease. If anyone got AIDS they were assumed to be closeted gay. We were so naive back then about so many things in the world. You could be sent to a psychiatrist to 'cure' you of your crossdressing because being a transvestite (terminology at the time) is immoral.
In today's world it's easier for us to connect with each other and find out that we are in fact not alone in this world. That would have saved so many lives when I was growing up. But along with the ease of accessing such communities and information comes the bad things. Bullies will always be bullies, only now they are more bold than in the past as they get to hide behind a keyboard and suffer no real consequences. It's easier to be stalked, people set up accounts with the sole intention of outing people who arent out yet to friends and colleagues. But all is not lost. I tend to believe in the good in humanity and have found many examples of that. Online support groups for whatever you need support with are out there. All you have to do is google it. Maybe there isnt anyone near you that's going through the same thing or likes the same things you like, but somewhere out there online there is.
I found such friendship not too long ago in an online support group for Anxiety, Depression and Suicide. What brought me to search for such a place was the fact I am transgender. I was AMAB and I am now living authentically as a woman. Up until I started questioning my gender, my very core of my being, I led a tormented life. I could never pinpoint what it was yet I always knew something was amiss. I had dabbled in crossdressing most all of my life and I often had wished for a magic lamp or the ability to shape shift into the body of a woman. Initially I would think, if I could just have a few days as a woman and that changed into a 'Please, just give me an hour to experience womanhood'. I longed to carry a baby and give birth, I longed for menstrual cycles as well. Those thoughts or periods of crossdressing were always followed by guilt. I was a man and I wasn't supposed to have such thoughts. I did the only thing I could think to do, I practiced hyper masculinity.
This cycle led to many depressive episodes and I would always do my best not to let it show because I was a man. You can't be bothered by such things when you're a man. It's a sign of weakness. This cycle of who I am at my very core trying to come out to myself followed by shame followed by hyper masculinity would continue for close to 30 years until I met Nova. Nova is my therapist and from the beginning she assured me that I am valid. No matter what I do in life, I am valid. I could transition or not transition. She showed me that there is no real black and white when it comes to life and being transgender in particular. I often say that the best and worst day of my life was when I met Nova. Finally, there was a light at the end of the tunnel for me. Finally I had hope, maybe I could even experience happiness one day. Yet exploring your gender and coming out as transgender presents a whole new set of problems that most in this world will never deal with. The sheer amount of strength it takes to live authentically is exhausting. You are constantly thinking about your presentation. Is this or that going to get me clocked? Am I walking correctly? Am I talking correctly? Am I sitting right? You're constantly worried about your safety. Are those people laughing at you or did someone tell a joke? Are people just humoring you to your face and talking differently behind you back? Will this place be friendly to transgender people? Is this place safe?
I had male privilege and like most I thought that was a myth. Something people say just to invalidate your opinion. Well I'm here to tell you that when you lose that place of privilege as a cishet white male you become painfully aware of the privilege you had. You're seen as an abomination, a man playing dress up in my case. Most men look down on you for abandoning manhood. It's the peak of evolution after all so why would you want to give that up? I would say most of us lose relationships, friends, family members and that leads to more depression on top of your feelings of inadequacy and dysphoria. People constantly use the wrong pronouns, some accidentally and some intentionally citing that they always knew you as (deadname) and you'll always be that person. Those little micro aggressions hurt and the onus is on you to not be offended at the offender because they really didnt mean it.
I think that most of us in the LGBTQ community experience depression at least once in our lives. Some of us are better equipped to cope with it, maybe in the form of a support system or hobbies and activities. Some of us don't have a support system or we just don't know how to deal with it. And sometimes when we are in these depressive episodes our mind starts messing with us. Like a little voice whispering in your ear. 'Maybe you're better off dead.' 'Stop being such a burden to everyone.' 'They would be better off without me.' Those thoughts quickly snowball into more and more dark thoughts. Maybe we self harm in an attempt to alleviate the pain we are feeling inside. Maybe we engage in dangerous activities that have an increased risk of death, after all, you can't say I committed suicide if I was just speeding, driving recklessly and got in an accident and passed away. The more depressed you get the darker these thoughts are sometimes. You long for death, you romanticize it, it's all you can focus on, you see it as the ultimate act of self love.
You can't talk to anyone about it though because mental health still has a stigma attached to it. Suicidal thoughts and suicidal ideation even more so. When you try to bring it up to someone you see the way they look at you differently or worse yet, they make your pain about themselves. 'But I'll miss you.' 'What will I do without you?' One of my favorites 'Stop being so selfish, you're only thinking about yourself and you need to think about the people you would leave behind. It would break our hearts.' Maybe I was thinking about everyone and removing the burden that I am from your lives. Those things are not things you should ever say to someone battling suicide. Much like the 'why can't you just snap out of it?' 'What do you have to be depressed about?' Comments one should never say when someone is battling depression.
Maybe you don't know what to say to someone battling depression or suicide and that's fine. Just don't ever belittle thier experiences. Don't ever make it about you or try to minimize thier experiences. Just listen. Express that you know they are hurting and just offer your ear to them. Unless you know for a fact that an attempt is imminent, don't call anyone such as LEO or EMS. Just listen. Sometimes that's what's needed to help someones. Maybe you can't relate to what they are feeling so tell them so, but also tell them at the same time that you're there for them anytime they need to vent. Tell them to give it 'X' amount of time to work through these feelings and if they're still feeling this way at that time then maybe we can look at another way work through this and discuss other options. Just be supportive, that more than anything else is what's needed.
That online support group I mentioned earlier? I joined it in December of 2019. I was in my most depressive/suicidal state I've ever been in. I had only been living fulltime as Lillie for about 6 months, I still had no ideas who I was as a woman. Things were toxic at home and I was hurting a lot. I resorted to self harm in the form of cutting. It allowed me to focus on that physical pain instead of the mental anguish I felt at the time. It worked briefly, I was able to bleed out my pain. I made a post in that support group about my desire to die. I talked about my life and my children and my fears of 'messing' them up for being trans as well as my fears of them not wanting anything to do with me as they got older or seeing me as an embarrassment for being trans. I thought they would be better off without me instead of being picked on because dad is now a woman. I hated being transgender, I still do to a point. Yet at the same time, looking back on my life I can say for a fact I am happier than I've ever been in my life. Funny how that works.
I got the support one would expect from a support group even though most could not relate to the transgender experience. Two people stood out in the responses though. Rose and Emily. Both transgender women who were suffering as well. We started our own little group chat and bonded quickly through our pain and shared experiences as transgender women. It would be equal parts building the others up or venting your own frustrations. Often we would talk of our attempts, what we thought we did wrong, how we would do it, always looking for that guaranteed way to end it. We once signed a e-contract between the three of us to not kill ourselves on a month to month basis. The contract would be renewed monthly. It only made it one month. I was climbing out of my hole thanks to my therapist, my doctor and two of my best friends over a period of some serious intervention, crying and opening of my soul from a Thursday through the following Monday. Details of which are known only to those closest to me.
I credit those women with saving my life. They might say I'm the strong one or that I did all the hard work and maybe one day I can acknowledge that. Today, they get all the credit for listening to me, for helping me and comforting me in my time of need.
So that contract, I didnt see a need personally to renew it on my end, yet I would have been more than happy to resign it. Emily had just come out of a stint of inpatient therapy and was telling us she was doing a lot better. Rose was still struggling but wouldn't sign the contract since we didnt 'need' it like she did. Yet we still spoke daily. I continued to improve and was still scared at how bad off I was before and how close I was to my own inpatient stay. I was too close to death and even though I thought that's what I wanted at the time, when I was standing on the metaphorical cliff I found that's not what I wanted to do. I have had this happiness since then at beating my demons. It's only been 4 months since then and I'm still riding a high I hope never goes away.
Rose has struggled the whole time and I've worried for her so. Emily would have cycles of happiness and depression. We all three continued to talk, continued to check on each other. Emily had an attempt at hanging herself that failed and another attempt at an OD that left her having seizures and in the ER followed by another inpatient stay. Emily hated the fact s