Teenage Suicide Notes: An Ethnography of Self-Harm
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-Kyra V., seventeen
Reading the confessions of a teenager contemplating suicide may be uncomfortable, but we must do so to understand why self-harm has become an epidemic, especially in the United States. What drives teenagers to self-harm? What makes death so attractive, so liberating, and so inevitable for so many? In Teenage Suicide Notes, the sociologist Terry Williams pours over the writings of a diverse group of troubled youths to better grasp the motivations behind teenage suicide and to humanize those at risk of taking their own lives.
Williams evaluates young people in rural and urban contexts and across race, class, gender, and sexual orientation. His approach, which combines sensitive portrayals with objective sociological analysis, adds a clarifying dimension to the fickle and often frustrating behavior of adolescents. Williams reads between the lines of his subjects’ seemingly straightforward reflections on alienation, agency, euphoria, and loss, and investigates how this cocktail of emotions can create an overwhelming and impossible desperation. Rather than treat these notes as exceptional examples of self-expression, Williams situates them at the center of teenage life, linking them to incidents of abuse, violence, depression, anxiety, religion, peer pressure, sexual identity, and family dynamics. He captures the currents that turn self-destruction into an act of self-determination, which also allows him to propose more effective solutions to resolving the suicide crisis.
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- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5In the first pages I became enraged. I lost my son to suicide. He was just fine. He was loved. They're not all the same. You should widen your scope.
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Teenage Suicide Notes - Terry Williams
Teenage Suicide Notes
The Cosmopolitan Life
The Cosmopolitan Life
Teenage Suicide Notes: An Ethnography of Self-Harm, Terry Williams
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Names: Williams, Terry, author.
Title: Teenage suicide notes: an ethnography of self-harm / Terry Williams.
Description: New York: Columbia University Press, 2017.
Includes bibliographical references and index.
Identifiers: LCCN 2016031347 | ISBN 978-0-231-17790-0 (cloth: alk. paper) | ISBN 978-0-231-54250-0 (e-book)
Subjects: LCSH: Teenagers—Suicidal behavior—United States. | Adolescent psychology—United States. | Self-mutilation—United States. | Self-destructive behavior—United States.
Classification: LCC HV6546.W555 2017 | DDC 362.280925350973—dc23
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COVER DESIGN: James Victore
This book is dedicated to Chloe Lee.
Contents
List of Profiled Teens
Prologue
Introduction
1. Little Girl Lost: Kyra
2. The Fighter: Enoch
3. Overload: Candy
4. The Last Stand: David
5. Homo: Tucker
6. Escaping Death: Gita
7. Shock Jock: Boots
8. Cutter: Jill
9. On the Road: Cody
10. Born-Again Virgin: Gabriella
Afterword
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Appendix A: Ipe and Brownson
Appendix B: Enoch and His Brother
Notes
Bibliography
Index
Illustrations
Profiled Teens
Kyra: a smart, sensitive, and beautiful seventeen-year-old girl struggling to understand her desire to be heroic in death
Enoch: a rural kid involved in self-mutilation and bloodletting rituals with his girlfriend and his friends
Candy: a religious girl from the backwoods of Middle America, who shot herself in a bedroom of her family’s home
David: a tall, lanky, middle-class kid with freckles who hung himself in the garage
Tucker: a gay boy from the suburbs who comes out
Gita: a biracial girl struggling to find herself after a rape and descent into strip club life
Boots: a handsome, overachieving jock who talks about queer theory, cross-dresses, and loves Charles Bronson and Clint Eastwood movies
Jill: a West Coast girl who cuts herself to feel alive
Cody: a runaway
Gabriella: a lesbian teenager, taught to hate boys, who falls in love with a young man, gets pregnant, and tries to commit suicide
Prologue
When I came to New York as a teenager, one of the first people to befriend me was a Japanese kid named Toshii D. We were both sixteen and clicked immediately. Soon we were playing sports together, discussing world politics, going to rallies, hanging out, partying, and on our way to becoming best friends. On a cold autumn day a few years later, Toshii stopped by my apartment, looking weary, wearing his usual worn jean jacket, with a rolled-up shirt and his hair in a ponytail. The jacket was too light for the blustery weather, and I told him, but he said he was fine.
This was the fourth time in a week he’d visited, due to his weekly sessions at Columbia University’s Presbyterian Hospital, where he received his dosage of Darvon, a powerful painkiller that he was using to assuage the phantom pain in an amputated foot, which had been surgically removed a year after he was involved in a cab accident. The accident trauma also caused Toshii’s intense depression.
As he sat and talked to me, I momentarily drifted off, not maintaining eye contact for a second or two. He immediately took my side-glance as inattention and blurted, You’re not listening to me. I’m really useless, aren’t I?
Not knowing how to respond, I told him that he should just give himself some time. Later that night, his mother called and asked if I had seen him. She was worried that something might be wrong. The next day, Toshii’s crutches were noticed by a worker on the Staten Island Ferry, and twelve days later he was found floating in the Hudson River.
Toshii’s suicide left a lasting feeling of emptiness, of loss, and as I write these words I’m reminded of how dear he was to our families, and of our friendship. In some ways, writing about his death so many years later is almost a kind of betrayal, because I could have written about him before now. Then again, this timing is more fitting because his memory is fresh and our friendship has endured despite the passage of time.
Toshii’s suicide note mentioned his love of his family and friends and to whom he wanted his possessions to go. He wrote that his loss of manhood was what really crippled him, and that this was a loss he could not remedy.
But I didn’t really believe that. The measure of a person does not come from merely external situations. A lost foot need not drive someone to suicide, nor does a faulty family, a bad job, or a poor school. What makes a person kill him- or herself is the belief that they have no foundation in their lives, from the very start—never knowing that they are loved, smart, accomplished, on the right path, or worth something; never having any of the nurturing that all children need. Then, that confused and fragile mental condition is compounded by external issues that push people over their limit—such as a crippling injury, terrible parents, or an environment gone wrong.
I’ve met other kids along the way, kids who were like my friend. Some were preteens, confused, lost, and I began working and writing with them—and writing about them, for years. Yet I felt I was missing a very important point. Getting them to start writing, hooking them up with contacts, and shining a light on their ills obviously wasn’t enough, because the root of their pain still wasn’t being addressed, and this was evidenced by their constant talk of suicide. Every kid has it rough, some more than others. But for all kids, growing up is hard. Learning the lessons of life is hard. All kids are going to have problems with their parents and friends and society and school. But not every kid is going to cut herself until she bleeds. Not every kid is going to tie a rope around his neck. Not every kid is going to smoke pot until becoming completely numb.
I remembered my friend Toshii, and how the roots of his problems had surfaced before his injury, before his attempts at self-help. Maybe if I’d noticed the signs earlier, I could have done more for him. And here they were, in front of me again—signs of suicide in notes, in poems, and in journals—right there on the page, as if these kids were saying, Look, my problems are right there. Help me!
This book is about teenagers who, in desperation, rage, anger, depression, or even drug-induced euphoria, either attempted suicide, committed suicide, or injured themselves. This book is written to tell their story and to alert parents, teens, and others about why and how suicide and parasuicide (suicidal gestures or attempts) are more prevalent than ever in our society. All the teenagers profiled in this book felt desperate enough to construct suicide notes or to write in diaries or journals about matters that they perceive as unsolvable, issues that relate to their sexuality, peer influence, bullying, incest, rape, or murder. The real question is why would a teen in the prime of life want to kill herself? I decided to write on the subject to inform readers about a handful of young people I’ve come to know through the suicide notes they wrote and through the letters, diaries, journals, and poems they penned to family and friends.
I have come to understand suicide not only as a sociologist but also as a father, a mentor, a teacher, and a friend of victims. My best friend committed suicide, and I had a lot of guilt because I was the last person in our circle of friends and family to talk to him. I thought I should have been more sympathetic to his situation, and perhaps should have tried to convince him that life was worth living.
At this crucial crossroad in our cultural malaise, parents and their children need to establish a dialogue that attends to the key problems related to teen suicide: denial and blame. There is denial that we live in a chemocratic
society in which drugs (whether legal or illegal) rule, and then there is blame, constant aspersions cast against victims. In most circumstances, too, there is refusal to face issues such as suicide and drug misuse honestly.
This is not a fascination with the past so much as a way to show that, although things change, much stays the same. Though today’s music is electronic, kids of the rave and Goth cultures still suffer from the same anxieties and problems that kids did back then. In some ways, this work is an homage to a bygone era, but really it is an ongoing account of teenage life and culture.
My research has attempted to debunk myths surrounding our collective denial and constant need to blame the victim. Our failure to confront teenage suicide is one of the reasons I have written this book. Although school shootings have opened the nation’s eyes to youth violence and have inspired full-scale examination, denial still shrouds teen suicide. One would be hard-pressed to find an adult in America who does not know a seriously troubled or disturbed teenager, either within his or her own immediate family or among the offspring of friends or relatives. And most of these adults would probably admit that they are at their wit’s end in trying to understand a problem that is threatening to tear apart the American family.
During the course of my research with teenagers in New York City’s Goth underground, in drug gangs, and in community-based high school organizations, I was struck by a surprising common denominator among the teens interviewed: a serious number had engaged in some form of self-injury. In the aftermath of the tragic events that have taken place in and around American schools in the past few years, citizens have been wondering aloud what’s going on with kids. American schools have become the center of bombings, mass shootings, and other carnage unprecedented in our history. At least five schools bear the image of horror high,
including Columbine High School near Littleton, Colorado; Thurston High School in Springfield, Oregon; Heritage High School in Conyers, Georgia; Bishop Neumann High School in Williamsport, Pennsylvania; and Santana High School in Santee, California. In 2012, twenty-two children at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, were gunned down by a young man one year out of his teenage years.
Despite a sharp decline in youth crime overall, the public expresses great fear of its own young people. In 2000, violent crime by youths was at its lowest point in the twenty-five-year history of the National Crime Victimization Survey; nonetheless, 62 percent of poll respondents felt that juvenile crime was on the increase. During the 1998–99 school year, there was less than a one in two million chance of being killed in a school in America, yet 71 percent of respondents to an NBC/Wall Street Journal poll felt that a school shooting was likely in their community.
In predictable fashion, fear mixed with wonder and guilt has provoked largely reactionary responses. Television journalists have approached the issue of teen violence as a diabolical conspiracy involving music, drugs, body piercing, tattoos, and Satanism. They parade out tattooed teenagers headbanging to heavy metal bands and musical icons, which is indeed eye-catching, but this does not tell us much about teen culture. Such reports also fail to offer an unbiased view from the perspective of teenagers themselves, much less any sociological insight into the under lying causes of teenagers’ feelings.
When I was working on the ethnography of crack culture in New York City, desperate teen crack users who could not find a way of ending their addictions often would confess to me that they would like to end their lives. This pleasurable suicide,
if such a term could be imagined, involves the misuse of so-called good chemicals, used in recreational settings over time, which methodically kill
a person spiritually, emotionally, and psychically. The use of drug-induced highs as a means of suicide is perhaps less painful than more violent methods such as hanging, roof jumping, or shooting. But is this really suicide? What is suicide? Is it the act of taking one’s life voluntarily and intentionally, especially by a person of sound mind who is old enough to exercise discretion?
In sociologist Donna Gaines’s classic Teenage Wasteland, the horrors of suicide are revealed in a powerful story of a group of teenagers in Bergenfield, New Jersey. Gaines began questioning the widespread apathy of teenagers when four committed suicide together. For Gaines, suicide among this age group reflects not the angst of an individual but something more profound and complex, and it is related to a kind of hypnotic draw toward the idea of suicide that many teenagers experience. For young people, suicide promises comfort, a means to an end, a soothing and delicious deep sleep. In the context of young lives, lived like rapid fire, but focused nowhere, suicide seems thrilling, intoxicating, contagious. Death and suicide become eroticized, as terror and rapture, self-loathing and self-gratification.
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These privileged kids had lives that were unfilled in spite of all the wealth and fine living they enjoyed. Something was missing, something that united them all.
What united them all is that they were alone, but through their own words, we get to see deep inside their souls. We’re going to be right next to them as they cut themselves and hurt and bleed. We’re going to see what they go through, in the hope that their words will shed light on the problem—light that can help other kids, such as my own son or the daughter of my neighbor.
But this book is not solely about uncovering a subject; it’s also about giving a three-dimensional picture of that subject. I have always thought it peculiar when kids say and believe things that are so obviously untrue—like when they speak of being completely alone or helpless or totally unlovable. None of these things is true—for anyone—and in these pages I challenge these thoughts with other thoughts that are more positive, creative, and deserving of these intelligent and brave human beings. If someone is cutting herself to relieve pain, I offer a creative alternate solution. If a person feels like the world is coming down, I help explain that feeling, why it’s there, and how to alleviate it. If someone feels he can’t trust anyone, I place the responsibility back on his shoulders and ask him to take charge of his own life. There are, of course, cases when I have been inclined to seek and recommend professional help for some of these teenagers, in part because some of them truly are alone, bereft of the support system they really need.
What separates the kids in this book from the rest is that they have nowhere to go; no one to talk with; no emotional sustenance, attention, or caring; no direction to turn. They have issues of trust, and since they trust no one, even strangers become easier to talk to. All the problems they encounter—from the simple act of growing up to family abandonment and abuse—gets stuffed inside, with no way out. But those problems can’t stay inside forever because they hurt too much. So the kids try to get the hurt out on their own. They cut their skin. They smoke, snort, drink every day. And when things seem like they are going nowhere, they kill themselves and leave letters behind to remind us they once lived.
Introduction
In the early 1980s, during our research about teens in four U.S. cities and seven communities, my colleague William Kornblum and I began exploring how teenagers survive without working. This research focused on the underground economy and the role teens played in it. I then expanded the work to illegal drug markets, exploring the world of teen drug dealing in New York City. At the conclusion of that effort, I again collaborated with Kornblum, in 1998, on The Uptown Kids: Struggle and Hope in the Projects, a book about public housing in New York City, where much drug dealing was rumored to occur, and about the role that teenagers played in the life and culture there. All of this research involved young people from age eight to nineteen.
I next broadened the scope of the research to include a wider range of teenagers, from white, middle- and upper-class kids living in suburban and rural areas, who were emerging as actors in the rave and Goth scenes, to kids who hung out on street corners. It was in this new world of teen drugs and avant-garde fashion that I found young people willing to discuss with me more intimate thoughts about how they were treated in their families.
I discovered that most of the kids I was seeing were like strangers in their own homes, and that element of strangeness had pushed them to the point where they were refusing to cooperate. They were like pariahs, so they had evolved into their own culture of refusal, a new tribal society of totally independent families. To find these kids, and to talk to more who held this attitude, I went to the street, to schools, to the projects and street corner hangouts, and even started a project to recruit kids and learn from them about their ways of thinking and behaving—and I began formulating opinions.
At the time, I was living at the edge of Harlem, in Washington Heights, and kids were just starting to sell drugs openly on the street, which was a new phenomenon. What was interesting was that these kids saw themselves more as citizen outlaws,
giving the public what it wanted, than as criminals. They talked much about the likes of Billy the Kid, in the Old West, or early 1920s gangsters like Al Capone. These kids were searching for an American dream that was historically brought about through illegitimacy. The Rockefellers, the Morgans, the Vanderbilts, the Kennedys, and many of the robber barons got their goods through dirty means, and these kids felt like they were the logical heirs to these men. I started writing about these kids as they were establishing a new kind of crew, which was more like a corporation than anything else, and this research led to The Cocaine Kids. ¹
During research for Cocaine Kids, I discovered that many girls were falling prey to drugs and were becoming pawns in a much bigger game. They were getting kicked out of their homes, following their boyfriends, giving in to peer pressure, self-medicating and becoming misusers of drugs, and then spiraling out of control until they were performing blow jobs in alleyways just to stay high. In a new book, Crackhouse, I tried to explain and understand how life had turned upside down for these girls. ²
While writing Crackhouse, I realized that as a scholar and a writer I was constantly talking about people and their lives but that little was actually getting done. I was simply relaying kids’ stories and shedding light on the problem; the kids themselves weren’t being affected at all. I was using my influence to get their stories out, but for real change to occur, the power dynamic between myself and the kids had to change. I didn’t want to exploit them, but I also knew the limitations of appearing as a social worker
and wanting to help
them. I had to change the way I was dealing with their problems.
One day soon after my epiphany, I bought one hundred small journals and went into four public housing projects, walking through the area streets. If I saw any kids hanging out, shooting craps or shooting hoops during school hours, smoking blunts on stoops, or if I saw girls with baby carriages, I approached them, gave them a journal, and made a deal. I’d pay them a nickel a line, a dollar per page, to write their life stories and then come talk with me and other kids who had similar stories.
Buying those journals took me to a new place in my life and career. I was no longer just a social scientist writing about kids; I was also taking steps to try to effect change in these kids. I was offering a kind of social capital—basically, a network of contacts that could help them deal practically and creatively with issues they couldn’t deal with on their own—by giving them the opportunity to meet with writers they could talk to, artists, self-help groups, pregnancy hotlines, lawyers, doctors, social scientists, graduate students, or employers. I knew these kids were smart, that they could write and count, but they were struggling with basic questions of identity such as Who am I?, Where do I fit?, Why doesn’t the society like me?, and similar concerns.
The journals I handed out also became a way for me to look at kids in a way I could never do before, because all their most intimate thoughts were written down right there on the page.
High school principals and teachers began hearing about this writing project after the Discovery Channel made The Uptown Kids, another book I wrote with Kornblum, into a feature film called Harlem Diary. ³ Teachers started to send our way kids who enjoyed writing or had an interest in creating narratives. One of those high schools was called City-As-School, and I got kids who were tattooed, pierced, gay, abusive, and different.
They introduced me to the world of Goth, and when I started to attend these Goth clubs, almost everything there had to do with death and/or the lure of suicide. This immediately brought me back to the journals I had handed out for The Uptown Kids, and when I looked back on these, I noted that in every single instance suicide and death represented a common theme.
In my friend Toshii’s suicide note, all the signs pointed to death. He was finished with life, and every word indicated as much. But the suicide letters I was reading—written by a child on the brink of the act—were more cries for help than anything else, even when the person was dead. And I could actually see the progression of these notes through my work with other kids. It starts in frustration: they ask for help but no one comes, so they get angry and act out, scar their bodies, hang with the wrong crowd, self-medicate with drugs, move away from the family—an endless cycle. And, as in the work of most rap musicians and heavy metal acts today, the keys to these kids’ rage and frustration, all the reasons behind what they’re going through, are right there in the lyrics, encoded in the message, blaring to be heard.
Toshii’s letter forced me to realize that I had never known him as well as I thought, and it forced me to question just about everything—my goal in life, my friendships, and who I was and wanted to be as a person. Did I want to be a friend who couldn’t notice when another friend was in need of help? Did I want to move through life simply overlooking the problems that were right before my eyes? What was the motive behind my existence?
The kids’ writings and discussions stirred something