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Anticleia's avatar

My child (actually adult child) is in my thoughts throughout each day. I get the whole "learn to accept what you cannot change" mantra. I go to work, laugh at books, volunteer, visit with friends. But between those moments I send love to my child and grieve for an entire lost world of sanity. To be so helpless while my child destroys his mind and body with the help of adults who should know better is unendurable pain. Unlike my son, I know this mirage will fade. Will he fall? How far? Will he reach out for my arms then?

Insane. Parents know their kids. This is as crazy as if kids started jumping from tall buildings, certain that they had wings to fly and helpful professionals looked right at them and said-yes, of course, I can see your wings, then shoved them off the roof.

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slow it down's avatar

This is a tough read.

Honestly, I don't appreciate how the author hooks readers with the death of a child -- when in fact the child has not died. Prosaic, but ...many of us have suicidal kids, and this feels inappropriate.

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