I sat in my office today…as per usual. I saw patients…as per usual.
Early afternoon a co-worker entered my office and asked me if I had heard what happened. I am usually on top of the news but today was not the case. I was informed Jamey Rodemeyer had hanged himself. Jamey was 14.
He had identified he was gay. He said in numerous blog posts and Facebook posts how he had been bullied. As recently as September 9 he wrote, “I always say how bullied I am, but no one listens. What do I have to do so people will listen to me?”
Jamey found himself struggling with many things with which many people his age struggle; approval, acceptance, etc.
He dealt with his feelings in the only way he felt he could, he committed suicide. How tragic!
As a I write this I find myself angry and confused. Angry because such a travesty should never happen. Confused becauseMemories of my childhood and the bullying which I endured flooded back. Many times I had thought of resorting to the same action. I am not sure what stopped me. The times were different then but the feelings were the same.
I recall trying to keep what was happening to me secret. I was ashamed. I felt guilty, as though I had in some strange way caused this to happen. Was I fat? Were my glasses too thick? Was I a geek? A nerd? Not popular enough.
Bullying is bullying. Rest in Peace Jamey.
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