When I heard about Robin Williams’ suicide yesterday, I felt shocked. So shocked that it was hard for me to think for several minutes. I kept wondering, “What? Huh? Is this real?” I could not imagine this extremely talented man as being dead. Not only that, but anytime I hear of somebody’s suicide it reminds me of my own father’s death. He also committed suicide, back in 1991.
In the next 24 hours after Williams’ death, my Facebook stream was filled with posts about him. One of these made a reference to an interview Williams did in September 2013, with Parade. In that interview he mentioned his two divorces and the amount of money he lost because of them: Read more…
The article speaks for itself.
Betsy blogged this story about a week ago, and no one has picked up on it and chatted about it. The bulk of the story was about women in depression: a depressing enough story in itself. I read the whole thing, hoping the authors might have some insight as to why this is all happening just now. No luck, I’m afraid. But, at the bottom, I found this tidbit:
Colin Walker… welcomed the report but said his organisation’s research showed men and women experienced mental health problems such as depression and anxiety in roughly equal numbers.
“But men are less likely to speak out or ask for help,” he said. “This tendency to suffer in silence is reflected by the fact that men account for 75% of all suicides.”
Not suicide attempts. Not suicidal fantasies or plans. Men account for 75% of all actual, completed suicides.
Where is the outrage?