This book is a very brave expose as my experience is that few who have attempted suicide are willing to discuss their choice due to embarrassment, shame or a desire to leave the past in the past (where it should stay).
The book is very easy to read as it alternates how the experience at the time was for mother and daughter, relying on diary notes and emails each had kept.
The daughter’s story is incredibly sad, in that from a very early age she felt burdened by her mother’s needs following a marriage breakdown, family conflict and financial stress, but stayed quiet to her own needs. This sends a resounding message to all parents about how perceptive children are and how they silently take on burdens unbeknown to their parents. Family counselling had not been of any benefit to the children post marriage breakdown.
“There has been a lot more peace today with Leon gone. It has been hard for me to have him around. He is a reminder of negative memories and difficulties. Not that they all involve him - he was just one cog in the bigger machine of our family, of the fear and frustration, the insecurity and intensity of all those years. Being around any member of the family takes up so much energy for me”
“I can’t give you the information you need to be reassured. It is not that I don’t want to, not that I want you to struggle with this uncertainty and be so fearful………. The entrenched habit between us that I stay silent, strong, quiet in case I become the tipping point that makes you suicide, or leave the family, or completely collapse to a point of no return.
….. It’s hard to forget those mornings when I’d go into the bathroom to find you sobbing in the shower. Or when I’d be about to leave for school but then would stay to console you as you cried and told me you could not handle it anymore, that you’d had enough. In these memories I am five or six years old. I knew from that age what suicide was and worried you would commit suicide. That isn’t right for a five year old. I wasn’t meant to be your support. ….. I knew you had been raped, I knew your family had shamed you and mistreated you and that you had lived in fear. I was too young to know what to do with that information and so I just grew up thinking I had to protect you for anything that might make you more sad or make you acknowledge hat I too was now growing up with shame and fear”
What a burden for anyone, much less a young only daughter, who loved her mother to carry.
Parents of suicidal children feel utterly helpless, as this mother often did. The stress and anxiety of the parent is often equally as high as the child wishing to end their life, but parents must “endure” no matter what, and carry the guilt of how they may have contributed to, or may not have made life better for that children, to prevent the potential death. Mothers in particular bear much of the guilt of a choice which is out of their control.
The mother’s story is equally as sad, having left France in her youth, in the hope she would escape the mental health problems that had beset her family, creating her own family on the other side of the world and the ensuing struggles without extended family support and even her own training as a psychotherapist to deal with a parent’s worst nightmare - knowing your child’s life was so troubled, death seemed the only way to end their pain.
“ And if you are going to kill yourself anyway, I would rather that you did it knowing you are loved and at home, not in the cold anonymity of the high security psychiatric unit.”
For a mother to agree to help her only daughter end her life, if her daughter felt that was the only option, is brave beyond all belief and as a mother of two daughters, impossible for me to comprehend a mother’s selfless ability to offer that.
“I try to accept that it is your life, which means you might choose to kill yourself. But I cannot accept that”
The apparent almost callous disregard of medical and psych staff who I imagine become hardened with repeated exposure to troubled people, is so very sad to read about.
Oceane feared the hospital system where “I feel I was treated like a criminal: unsafe, invisible, an inconvenience to some and undeserving bit of scum to others …. the coldness of some of the doctors and nurses; the sneering remarks; the ever-changing psychiatrists coming in once or twice a day”. This is an indictment on our system. Mental health patients are as broken and pained as every other patient and deserve loving care and empathy in order to recover.
For Oceane (daughter) to have to resort to legal action against academics and management at her University accommodation for the inhuman way she had been treated, following an assault complaint and then as a result of her attempt on her life was beyond courageous, especially given her youth. The legal system is not for the faint hearted.
The book is very worthwhile and I’d recommend to all parents and any person battling with any type of mental health issues, as most people do at some stage in their life. Even if you feel unable to reach out to your immediate family, find a friend of someone to talk to - seek out help, don’t ever feel you are alone or the only one who has ever been in a dark place.