Choucho
6th Dec 2007, 05:03 PM
Alright, so I had a really exciting day in more ways than one. First of all, I got a script for a play that I really want to try out for. It was written by one of the substitute teachers at my school, and she's an awesome lady. The lead male character (and the only one from what I know so far) is gay. So I was really excited when I got the script today.
Plus, a play I'm already in is going to be presented for the local schools Tuesday and Wednesday, and as far as that one goes... well... the whole cast will be glad when it's over. Half the people don't try, and the director has given up, so those of us who do try just have no energy left at all. Plus the way the director does things, it's just so unorganized and sometimes even insulting. But, hey. I'm still kind of excited.
So anyway, for those of you who have read that topic in Chit Chat about the girl who killed herself after someone made a false myspace account and said unkind things to her, that story inspired me to write something today.
I spent almost an hour looking up statistics and writing a short little report-type thing, because I personally feel that teen suicide (hell, suicide in general) is a very seriously issue that does not get nearly enough attention.
I was really proud of it when I finished, so I printed off a bunch of copies and asked my teachers to read them.
About an hour and a half after I got home, my mom woke up (she works night shifts, so she sleeps from about 8am until 4pm). She checked the answering machine to find my school had called. I recognized the name of the woman as a guidance counselor. I figured she had probably called because I hadn't applied for college yet, but I just thought to myself "Well, I'm staying an extra year so mom will just explain when she calls her back."
About twenty minutes later, my mom yelled for me and it sounded very serious.
The counselor had phoned to tell her that the people at the school were worried that I might be suicidal, and that when they didn't reach her the first time they were going to phone the cops. They told my mom that I had been "behaving strangely, going around at the end of the day delivering typed notes about suicide" to my teachers.
I cried.
For the first time in more than three years, I cried.
I felt so incredibly stupid and embarassed.
I had talked with my mom for at least half an hour which was just me telling her over and over again that I was not suicidal. Which, I am definitely not.
However, she then asked if I am depressed, which is a slightly different story.
Now, I haven't cut myself for several months, and I have been depressed almost constantly for four years, but never once have I ever wanted to kill myself.
Anyway, I told my mother I was not depressed for three reasons.
1) I don't want to worry her.
2) Because I am not good at talking to people about this stuff face to face. I wouldn't even be able to look her in the eye, let alone tell her how a guy screwed with me for almost a year and made me feel so guilty and crappy about myself that I'm surprised I didn't have a breakdown.
3) Because she's worried that the depression would be caused by my medication and make me go off it. The medication is for my acne, and I've been taking it for two of the four months. I really want my acne to be gone. I still have it kind of bad, but not as bad as before, and I'm already starting to feel better about myself. And I don't want that to go away. >.<
So yes, that was my wonderful adventure. Thank you to everyone for reading it, and if people wish, I'll post the thing I wrote.
Edit: I forgot one thing. >.< Even though it was really embarasing for me at the time, I'm glad that my teachers expressed their concern, and I'm glad that the counselors take their job seriously. But I do believe they over-reacted just a bit. >.<
Plus, a play I'm already in is going to be presented for the local schools Tuesday and Wednesday, and as far as that one goes... well... the whole cast will be glad when it's over. Half the people don't try, and the director has given up, so those of us who do try just have no energy left at all. Plus the way the director does things, it's just so unorganized and sometimes even insulting. But, hey. I'm still kind of excited.
So anyway, for those of you who have read that topic in Chit Chat about the girl who killed herself after someone made a false myspace account and said unkind things to her, that story inspired me to write something today.
I spent almost an hour looking up statistics and writing a short little report-type thing, because I personally feel that teen suicide (hell, suicide in general) is a very seriously issue that does not get nearly enough attention.
I was really proud of it when I finished, so I printed off a bunch of copies and asked my teachers to read them.
About an hour and a half after I got home, my mom woke up (she works night shifts, so she sleeps from about 8am until 4pm). She checked the answering machine to find my school had called. I recognized the name of the woman as a guidance counselor. I figured she had probably called because I hadn't applied for college yet, but I just thought to myself "Well, I'm staying an extra year so mom will just explain when she calls her back."
About twenty minutes later, my mom yelled for me and it sounded very serious.
The counselor had phoned to tell her that the people at the school were worried that I might be suicidal, and that when they didn't reach her the first time they were going to phone the cops. They told my mom that I had been "behaving strangely, going around at the end of the day delivering typed notes about suicide" to my teachers.
I cried.
For the first time in more than three years, I cried.
I felt so incredibly stupid and embarassed.
I had talked with my mom for at least half an hour which was just me telling her over and over again that I was not suicidal. Which, I am definitely not.
However, she then asked if I am depressed, which is a slightly different story.
Now, I haven't cut myself for several months, and I have been depressed almost constantly for four years, but never once have I ever wanted to kill myself.
Anyway, I told my mother I was not depressed for three reasons.
1) I don't want to worry her.
2) Because I am not good at talking to people about this stuff face to face. I wouldn't even be able to look her in the eye, let alone tell her how a guy screwed with me for almost a year and made me feel so guilty and crappy about myself that I'm surprised I didn't have a breakdown.
3) Because she's worried that the depression would be caused by my medication and make me go off it. The medication is for my acne, and I've been taking it for two of the four months. I really want my acne to be gone. I still have it kind of bad, but not as bad as before, and I'm already starting to feel better about myself. And I don't want that to go away. >.<
So yes, that was my wonderful adventure. Thank you to everyone for reading it, and if people wish, I'll post the thing I wrote.
Edit: I forgot one thing. >.< Even though it was really embarasing for me at the time, I'm glad that my teachers expressed their concern, and I'm glad that the counselors take their job seriously. But I do believe they over-reacted just a bit. >.<