I remember the first time I was bullied. It’s imprinted in my memory and most likely won’t fade away. She came to our primary school in Year Five and broke our friendship group apart. I lost two of my closest friends because of her. The worst part was she tried to be my ‘friend’ and then as soon as I let her in she’d turn on me and make me feel vulnerable. I invited her to my birthday parties, gave her a best friend chain and included her as much as I could. I wanted her to like me. I didn’t understand why she didn’t when I kept giving her things. On New Years Eve when I was eleven or twelve she called my dad’s house phone (no mobile’s in those days) and said these very powerful words to me. They are powerful because I still remember them clearly and the way she said them slowly and with conviction:
“No matter what you say or what you do, I don’t want to be your friend anymore”
Those words might sound a bit lame to an adult but this girl wrecked havoc with my self esteem. I wasn’t even a teenager yet. I felt helpless. I cried for hours as my dad cuddled me and tried to convince me things would get better. Of course they did but at the time I was already planning how I could make her my friend again by the time school went back. I felt like I was a nobody if I didn’t have her friendship. This was a girl who stole all my friends and made me so scared that I hid in the library during lunch time. Probably the only good thing that came of that was my love of books.
Melbourne schoolgirl, Sheniz Erkan, 14, took her own life last Monday after being bullied online and in the schoolyard. The devastated family of the teenager have pleaded with parents to keep a closer eye on their children’s internet use. Her older brother Aykut said Sheniz had appeared to be a “bundle of joy”, and her few friends who knew something was wrong did not speak out.
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When did suicide become such an option? My brother took his like when I was 12 in response, as far as I could ever tell, to my father's physical and mental oppression. Our life, as our father's children, was filled with pain and grief.
Now I love my brother, I cherish the photos I have of him, I understand his pain and I cry for what he has missed. But I will never forgive him for his selfish and gutless act. As Rosse mentioned, the sight of a mother (your own or anyone elses) having lost her child in this way - well it's the scariest thing I've ever seen and I still have nightmares about it.
As a high school teacher, all I ever hear is ' Im thinking about cutting my wrists tonight miss'. It worries me that as a society - parents especially - we aren't doing more to say hey, there are ALWAYS other options than suicide AND suicide kills more than just one person.
It all - suicide and the hold that it seems to have over teenagers - just gives me the shits.
Shelley, thank you for reading my post.
I'm so sorry that you can't forgive your brother. I know it's hard - and from what I've seen and heard the children left behind sometimes suffer too much. They have to pick their parents up when it's too much and are forced to grow up very fast.
When I think about my cousin, all those years ago, I think he didn't understand the full impact his decision would have on the rest of his family. I don't think it's selfish of him - more just that he was in so much pain that he felt that killing himself was his only way out. He was so young and couldn't see that things would get better.
Perhaps your story could help your students? I don't know your situation but I think sometimes teenagers (I'm sure you're aware) can be very melodramatic... I would say something like "do you realise how permanent that is?" or "things get better - you just have to find a way to forge ahead"
Enough rambling by me but I just wanted to write back to you as suicide touches so many of us and more needs to be done.