The idea of a teen committing suicide and of a young life being abbreviated is almost too painful to think about. A new study suggests that the phenomenom of "suicide contagion" is sadly alive and well among teens.
The Friday before Mother's Day, my work associate asked me for a favor. "I may need to work altered hours on Monday, if that is OK," she started. "I have a memorial service that I need to go to." And then, almost under her breath: "It was a suicide."
I've realized that sometimes you are tempted to think that everyone is perfect except for you, but in reality, no one is, no matter how much we want them to be. I was never going to be perfect -- and I'm okay with that.
Bucks County, home to such literary giants as James Michener and Pearl Buck, is also home to a school district that is crafting an embarrassing non-fiction story of financial irresponsibility and worse, child neglect.
I don't want to ignore or cover up the issue, but I also don't want the outpouring of love and support for these victims to inspire any other impressionable gay youth in the wrong way. I don't want any more fallen angels.
We need an administration that takes our children's lives and educations seriously, not just as a matter of proclaimed policy, painted in broad strokes and useful as a sound bite in a debate, but as an issue that is essentially and deeply personal, as much as it is political.
We can watch Perks of Being a Wallflower or read about Amanda Todd's death and shake our heads despairingly. Or we can collectively ensure that our youth have the guidance and support they need to thrive.