Well, many of you know I work in education. Ony 5 weeks to go!! YAY!!!!
Well, sort of yay, also means I have 25 days to do about 75 days of work, but that really is neither here nor there.
I work primarily in 2 high schools, one that's very small and I visit fairly infrequently and one that's slightly larger (around 300 students grades 9-12 - yeah, total) which is where I spend 3-4 days a week.
On Monday afternoon I found out that a Junior had committed suicide. I don't want to get into details in order to protect both my anonymity and the school's, but in a class of about 75-80, that hit pretty hard. I've spent all week diffusing tension, grief, and comforting parents, students, and teachers. If you've ever experienced crisis intervention at this level, you understand the term compassion fatigue. I get home and I don't want to sleep, eat, stay awake, drink, not drink, not eat, talk, be silent, cuddle, be alone, or be with others. It's so surreal - the way the kid did it is bizarre enough, without adding all of the other crap that's gone on.
My masters is in social work, with a family centered focus. I worked as an in-home therapist with all court ordered cases for 4 years before I took a break and got into education (school social work). Anyway, I was disgusted by my colleagues this week. At least a few.
Again, I need to be entirely too careful here...but lets just say that the inner circle of this kids friends was made up of us. Not to stereotpye..but they were the smart, computer geeks, band nerds....we decided together the other night that they are the "alternative" clique. This high school is not unlike others...there's labels for every group..the jocks, the nerds, the druggies. Of course, in a moment like this, everyone feels entitled to be equally effected. The people running the whole "crisis response team" (ugh) decided that everyone should be together in the same room. WRONG. The close friends were literally sickened by the response of some of their classmates who, they say, "Never acknowldeged him and probably are part of the reason he did this."
Now, I diffused that...ya can't blame others for his choice. In the words of my 6 year old whom I haven't seen since Monday because of this, "Momma, he should have been with his friends and gotten happy. He made a bad choice."
I spent the day trying to diffuse some of the anger and make sure it didn't escalate and just being there. The group has agreed to let me pop out to their hang-out tonight after the visitation and tomorrow after the funeral..which means more time dedcated to work and less time with my kids and relaxing (i.e. taking care of myself).
Just wanted to say one last thing, in addition to telling my story....
If you've ever contemplated, and I mean SERIOUSLY contemplated suicide, talk to someone PLEASE. Visit a school after something like this happens..I wish people could see what I have to see this week and the rest of this school year. The devastating impact it has on so many...it's just intense. You have no idea. This kid was in line to be valedictorian. If he could have survived the hell that is high school..he's the kind that would be running the world - hot wife, happy kids, great car, fabulous job...
Iv'e seen it a million times..the Ken and Barbies of the world go to college, find out they're not that special and go bald/become drunken trophy wives by 30.
Gotta go...teacher needs me...
Well, sort of yay, also means I have 25 days to do about 75 days of work, but that really is neither here nor there.
I work primarily in 2 high schools, one that's very small and I visit fairly infrequently and one that's slightly larger (around 300 students grades 9-12 - yeah, total) which is where I spend 3-4 days a week.
On Monday afternoon I found out that a Junior had committed suicide. I don't want to get into details in order to protect both my anonymity and the school's, but in a class of about 75-80, that hit pretty hard. I've spent all week diffusing tension, grief, and comforting parents, students, and teachers. If you've ever experienced crisis intervention at this level, you understand the term compassion fatigue. I get home and I don't want to sleep, eat, stay awake, drink, not drink, not eat, talk, be silent, cuddle, be alone, or be with others. It's so surreal - the way the kid did it is bizarre enough, without adding all of the other crap that's gone on.
My masters is in social work, with a family centered focus. I worked as an in-home therapist with all court ordered cases for 4 years before I took a break and got into education (school social work). Anyway, I was disgusted by my colleagues this week. At least a few.
Again, I need to be entirely too careful here...but lets just say that the inner circle of this kids friends was made up of us. Not to stereotpye..but they were the smart, computer geeks, band nerds....we decided together the other night that they are the "alternative" clique. This high school is not unlike others...there's labels for every group..the jocks, the nerds, the druggies. Of course, in a moment like this, everyone feels entitled to be equally effected. The people running the whole "crisis response team" (ugh) decided that everyone should be together in the same room. WRONG. The close friends were literally sickened by the response of some of their classmates who, they say, "Never acknowldeged him and probably are part of the reason he did this."
Now, I diffused that...ya can't blame others for his choice. In the words of my 6 year old whom I haven't seen since Monday because of this, "Momma, he should have been with his friends and gotten happy. He made a bad choice."
I spent the day trying to diffuse some of the anger and make sure it didn't escalate and just being there. The group has agreed to let me pop out to their hang-out tonight after the visitation and tomorrow after the funeral..which means more time dedcated to work and less time with my kids and relaxing (i.e. taking care of myself).
Just wanted to say one last thing, in addition to telling my story....
If you've ever contemplated, and I mean SERIOUSLY contemplated suicide, talk to someone PLEASE. Visit a school after something like this happens..I wish people could see what I have to see this week and the rest of this school year. The devastating impact it has on so many...it's just intense. You have no idea. This kid was in line to be valedictorian. If he could have survived the hell that is high school..he's the kind that would be running the world - hot wife, happy kids, great car, fabulous job...
Iv'e seen it a million times..the Ken and Barbies of the world go to college, find out they're not that special and go bald/become drunken trophy wives by 30.
Gotta go...teacher needs me...