When a Commenter Talks About Suicide?

2012 at 5am     Posted by Rebecca Joines Schinsky

If you asked me last week how I would answer this question, I’d have told you that I had never thought about it. This is a book blog, after all, and though things do get contentious or controversial every now and then, in the past it’s always been because someone took issue with a book, or with my interpretation of a book, or with the fact that I curse and am occasionally unladylike. Sometimes, it’s all three at once.

As I wrote last week, the response to my feature of Deborah Feldman’s memoir Unorthodox and my subsequent interview with her has been unexpected to say the least. When I checked in last Tuesday morning to see if any of the commenters had gone at each other’s throats yet, I discovered that a woman named Sara, who seems to be in a community similar to the one Feldman grew up in, had left this message:

I am stuck and cannot get out of this horrible life and have thought of suicide many times. Even now I am looking over my shoulder to make sure I am alone so I may post about the horrors which have gone on in my community for ages with no change in sight.
I wish I were dead.

And I felt my stomach rise into my throat. Vitriol, I can deal with. But this? A message from a person who is clearly scared and likely had to sneak around just to be able to leave it? I read this as a cry for help, and I was petrified. Literally frozen with fear and uncertainty. What follows is a recap of how I handled this comment and why. I’m sharing it here not because I think what I did was the right solution or the only solution but because I know I’m not the first blogger to encounter this issue, and I certainly won’t be the last, and it’s important for us as a community to talk about how we respond when we find ourselves in difficult and unexpected situations. 

I must admit that when I read the comment, my first thought was, “This is NOT what I signed up for. I don’t want to be involved.” I sat with that for a few minutes and realized that, like or not, I already WAS involved. By posting this comment on my blog, Sara made me involved. I didn’t have a choice about that, but I did have a choice about how to respond. So I posted a comment in response and included the phone number for the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (1-800-273-TALK). I told Sara that Feldman’s book is proof that you can get out (whether you agree with what Feldman has written or not, that much is undeniable), and that her life is worth saving. It felt like the least I could do.

And then it didn’t feel like enough. I didn’t know if Sara would ever be back to see my response. I didn’t know if she had subscribed to the thread, or if she even could–I suspected that the email address she gave when she left her comment was fake, and I can understand why she might have done that. What I did know was that she made the effort to locate blogs writing about Feldman’s book and found the courage to give voice to these frightening thoughts, and people don’t go to that kind of trouble–and put themselves at risk–for no reason. I again felt frozen. I wanted to do something more. So I sent Sara an email at the address she listed, on the off chance that it was real, reiterating my comments, expressing that I take statements like this very seriously, and encouraging her to call the suicide prevention line or the police if she was in danger of harming herself. (Turns out my psychology training is good for something after all!)

That same psychology training instilled in me a sense that if I believe someone is in danger, I have an ethical obligation–not to mention a human obligation–to do something. But I didn’t really know what in this case. So I did what I usually do when I’m stuck: I asked Twitter. Several resourceful folks suggested that I track her IP address and contact her local police department to have them check on her. I was torn about this idea, and I did consider that the consequences of having the police show up could make the situation worse, but I eventually concluded that I was more willing to take that chance than to risk the results of doing nothing. I’ve come very close to having to live with the consequences of missing the warning signs that a person is close to suicide once in my personal life, and since then, I’ve operated with a “better safe than sorry” philosophy.

So I looked up the IP address and contacted the police department in that city via their non-emergency line, explaining the situation and my concern to the officer I spoke with. He informed me that in order to perform a “wellness check,” they must have either the person’s full name or an address or phone number. (And here I was, thinking we live in the future, and that someone with the right skills can find all of that from an IP address, assuming it’s not scrambled…) That effort turned out to be a no-go, but it was all I could do–I attempted multiple points of contact and took the actions I thought were right. I know there are many sides to this and that not everyone will agree with my response.

Sara came back and commented the next day, saying, “I will try to deal with this as I have had to all my life.” I don’t know what that means, but I do know that it’s been a week now, and I don’t think I would have done anything differently. The emails I sent Sara were bounced back, and I don’t know if I’ll ever hear from her again. I probably won’t know how her story ends. I hope she’ll realize that she has options and that she deserves to be safe and happy. I hope she’ll reach out to someone who can help her in a more concrete way. I hope she’ll know that it can get better.

And if you are thinking of suicide–or if you believe that someone you know may be–I hope you know that there are people who care. There is hope. And it starts with you calling the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (1-800-273-TALK).

[I've left comments open so we can continue this conversation. I am curious about how other bloggers have handled or would handle this issue. Because of the sensitive nature of this content, rude, malicious, and derogatory comments will be deleted.]

 

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