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Tuesday

11

November

2008

Suicide (Prevention)

I have a lecture that is called “Suicide And Suicide Prevention”.

Today it was a bit too “realistic” (for a lack of a better word) for my own taste. They are working on a movie that is supposed to come out around April. They want to compare a young Schizophrenic who killed himself and a severely depressed man “who failed”. They are going to interview the left behind, family, friends, doctors and of course the man who is still alive.

Anyway, we watched a bit of it today. The man who lived (in comparison to the boy who lived, haha!) told about the days leading up to the day that he “did it” and he described in great detail what he all did. Multiple things that were just “insane” to listen too. That piece took about 20 minutes. It was very INTENSE!

Afterward he asked us if it was too extreme… YES! But the person who replied said “no problem”. Huh? I really cannot see a “regular” person going to the cinema, watch this and be ok. and this is coming from me, if you know anything about me… you finish that sentence I hope I wont dream about it today, but I probably will.

The man is doing quite well again. Our professor said the key point of that documentation is, that you can hit the lowest spot possible and come out ok!

On a much better note, I just took Brownies out of the oven. Click for photo. Yes, currently, the oven is working again. Dont hold your breath!

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6 Responses to “Suicide (Prevention)”


  1. Reply to this comment
    Nicki
    11:55 pm on November 11th, 2008

    I have brownies in the oven at the moment!


  2. Reply to this comment
    Connie AUSTRIA
    1:26 pm on November 12th, 2008

    hey Nicki,
    care to share your brownie recipe? I have yet to find a good one!


  3. Reply to this comment
    Me SWITZERLAND
    9:21 pm on November 12th, 2008

    Ich denke sehr wohl, dass “normale” Menschen damit ohne weiteres klar kommen – nämlich aus dem Grund, weil sie keine Ahnung vom Schmerz, den Trouble/Torture (ich habe keine gescheiten deutschen Worte dafür), der dahinter steckt, haben – sie sind quasi geschützt durch ihre Gesundheit.

    Ich hoffe, DU kommst damit klar.


  4. Reply to this comment
    Nicki
    11:32 pm on November 12th, 2008

    I’ll Facebook it to you 🙂


  5. Reply to this comment
    Connie AUSTRIA
    8:20 pm on November 13th, 2008

    Thanks Nicki!

    Ja Me, da hast Du sicher recht! Viele verstehen ja schon mal gar nicht wie man überhaupt so weit abrutscht, fehlt erst mal der Identifikationsfaktor machts einem auch (fast) nix mehr aus. Hmmmmm. Daran hab ich gar nicht gedacht. Danke für den Gedanken Anstoss!*drueck*


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    Me SWITZERLAND
    8:40 pm on November 13th, 2008

    EBEN – ich kenns leider von mir selber – erst wenn ich schon rutsche, merke ich, dass da mal wieder was war, das gar nicht gut war – doch ich kann mittlerweile vieles vorher erkennen und umgehen oder klar kommen damit.

    War und wird immer Arbeit bleiben – denn weg gehts ja nie – man kann nur lernen, damit zu leben.

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