Thursday, August 22, 2013

Drash for Friday 23 August 2013

The Pain of Suicide
               
As you know, one of my favourite themes is that we should stop whining over minor disappointments.  Buck up and get over it.  I realise that in saying so I might give the impression that I’m unsympathetic.  But I take that risk at times, because I think there’s no better ‘therapy’ for most of our everyday complaints.
          A few weeks ago, I spoke of how Moses got over his whining tendency.  One person who was present that morning, someone who generally expresses great appreciation for my drashot, came up to me that day. “Rabbi,” the person said. “Forgive me for being such a whiner.”
          I was a bit taken aback by the apology, which I thought was entirely unnecessary.  I’d never seen this person as a whiner.  A person with a fair share of sickness and real suffering, yes.  But not given to whining.  “You’re not a whiner,” I told the person. “You have legitimate issues, and you deserve to feel free to talk about them.”
          So let me make it clear.  You should feel free to expect some sympathy – certainly from your rabbi! – for legitimate gripes.  Therapy and a sympathetic ear are two different things!  Yes, it’s true that when people suffer from chronic issues, those who cope best are those who manage to function the best they can in the face of their suffering.  And my prayer is that each one of us, when we are hurting, can manage to draw from a deep well of strength and resolve to transcend our pain.  Whether it’s physical or emotional pain.  We should all understand and internalise that we go on to do great things and be a blessing to others when we put our pain aside and get over it.  But as human beings who are hurting, we deserve sympathy from those who purport to be our friends, our community.
          Even when we are trying to be sympathetic, we often stumble and manage to say words that hurt as much as heal.  Rabbi Harold Kushner tells of how, when he had a teenage son slowly dying from a rare disease, well-intentioned people would make him feel worse.  In his highly-acclaimed book, When Bad Things Happen to Good People, he tells of some of the things these people would say to him, that were not at all helpful.
          “Everything is for the best,” they’d tell him.  How can my son’s suffering be for the best?  Kushner would wonder.
          “God will not test you more than you can bear,” they’d tell him.  I wish God would think me unable to bear testing, Kushner would think.  Then maybe He wouldn’t be willing for my son to be so afflicted. 
          Not that Rabbi Kushner resented these well-meaning individuals.  He only pointed out his reaction when told these things, to help us understand that they weren’t the things one should say in a similar situation.  And what does Kushner think you should say, in reaction to someone’s suffering of the nature of a sick, dying child?  “I’m sorry.”  That’s all. Then just be there for them.
          Shortly after I became a rabbi, I had a couple in their early sixties in my military congregation.  He was a retired Chief Master Sergeant, and she had started a late career as an administrator for a university extension program.  I knew that they had two sons.  What I didn’t know was that they’d had a third son, who died at a young age of a brain tumour.
          He explained this to me one day.  He had ‘happened’ into my office in the base hospital, ostensibly because he happened to be in the building for a medical appointment.  He sat down and began chatting about random things, and then all of a sudden he spilled the information about the son who had died.
          “I’m sorry,” I said.  We sat quietly for a few minutes then I stood up and patted his shoulder.  The moment passed, and we enjoyed a good relationship for the rest of the three years I was in that assignment.
No, there really are no words – except perhaps “I’m sorry” – that can ease the pain of one who has lost a child or seen their child suffer.  How much more so, if someone lost a child to suicide.  Suicide is something with which many of us are acquainted.  And why shouldn’t we be?  It is certainly not an unknown phenomenon in Australia.
Australia’s suicide rate in 2011 was 10.0 per 100,000 population.  Males are three times more likely than females to commit suicide; rates are 15.3 per 100,000 for men, and 4.8 for women.  For both sexes, the older the individual the more likely he or she is to commit suicide.
How do suicide rates for Australian Jews compare to those for the same gender and age groups among other Australians?  I couldn’t find statistics, probably in part because with such a small number of Jews in Australia, such rates cannot produce a data sample of a size large enough to be statistically reliable.  But among major religious groups in the USA, Jews are less likely to commit suicide than Protestants or Catholics.  Nobody knows why, but a good guess would be lower rates of alcoholism amongst Jews than other identifiable groups in society.
If Jews are unlikely to commit suicide that is small comfort – and perhaps even makes it worse – when someone you know commits suicide.  As we know, there is a longstanding religious taboo associated with suicide.  Strictly speaking, when someone commits suicide we are not supposed to mourn them in the same way that we mourn other close to them.  There is not supposed to be a funeral, and certainly not a eulogy.  The suicide cannot be buried in a regular Jewish cemetery.  They must be buried in a separate area, delineated by a fence.
In practice, these rules are rarely enforced.  Taking one’s own life is considered a major transgression, the equivalent of murder.  But most would agree that suicide is not a rational act.  It is, rather, the act of someone afflicted with mental illness.  Acts committed by the mentally ill are not considered to be transgressions.  The mentally ill cannot sin.  So in most cases, in most places, nobody denies the survivors of a suicide, the privilege of mourning and eulogy and ‘proper’ burial.  Still, I’m sure that if you look hard enough, you can find a Chevra Kaddisha that will not inter someone who died by suicide.
I’m thinking about this, because Clara and I know someone whose grown daughter committed suicide this week.  A vivacious and smart young woman who was finishing up her PhD.  A published author and a journalist.
When we hear of someone who has committed suicide, we have a tendency to want to rationalise as to why.  To pick apart the life now ended, and try to understand the tzurres that drove them to do such a thing.  To, perhaps lay blame…even upon the still-living.  But there’s no possible profit in that.
What should you say to someone whose child has committed suicide?  I’m sorry.  Why say more?  How can you make sense of such an act?  Of the hurt and guilt?  What enlightenment can you possibly bring to bear that would change the facts?  That would assuage the pain the family are feeling.  There’s nothing except I’m sorry that would be helpful in any way.  Not immediately afterwards.  Not ten years later.
Suicide is not very common among Jews.  Even so, most of us know someone who has grieved a suicide.  If it happens to someone you know, try to avoid judging.  That is, judging either the suicide, or those close to him.  Each one of us is imperfect.  We miss things in people who are close to us.  Signs and warnings of potential for undesirable acts, including suicide.  Most of us aren’t trained to recognise the signs.  Even if we are and we do see them, we have a tendency to hide in denial.  All the second-guessing in the world won’t bring the dead person back.  It will only increase the guilt of those left behind.
Be compassionate with those who have experienced loss.  Do not judge them; it will solve nothing.  Don’t say things that will hurt rather than help.

When someone has lost a child to an untimely death, there really isn’t anything to say.  Except “I’m sorry.”  Especially when the loss was due to suicide.  Suicide is not an everyday occurrence.  But when it strikes someone close to you, remember these principles.  Shabbat shalom.

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