When I came to it was because Autumn was licking my face. Then, she put herself in the brace position so I could get myself up. Although, I only got up to my knees because I had already fainted multiple times. And, if I was only on my knees I didn’t have far to fall. She was a good dog, but this is the first time we seemed to bond. Over the bloody mess that was my face.
“Just hurry!” I told him.
He walked in the door and saw me sitting at the edge of the living room floor in a puddle of blood. He ran to me and asked me what happened. “I fainted again.”
He went on to talk about enforced curfews, homework checks, no unsupervised parties, follow-through on consequences when the rules were broken. And, so much more. He spoke of friends and friends of the family with children – some grown, who had no direction in life. Who were having children with no spouse and no job.. Who were still living at home, not going to school, working at Burger King. Some were job hopping because they couldn’t keep one for longer than a few weeks or months because they had no discipline. They had no work ethic. They didn’t know what responsibility was. They didn’t know what those things looked like.
I feel like I’ve spent seven months in the desert. Away from the things that brought me structure, comfort, a sense of purpose.
I wanted to discuss suicide from the perspective of what YOU can do and how to recognize the difference between warning signs and risk factors and the six questions you can ask that could save someone’s life.
So many parents avoid these proper names, instead opting for pet names. Using proper terminology is uncomfortable for many and using pet names becomes a cultural thing. Now, think about that. Let it sink in. Parents are uncomfortable using proper terminology. They’ll call a penis a weiner, or say flower for vulva, but they don’t call an eye a lookie. Or a nose a smellie.