Setting your kids up for suicide
My job, from the age of 7 until I resigned when I was 21, was to talk my hysterical mother out of killing herself/moving out 4 to 6 times a year. She’d get upset, usually about the messiness of the house, become hysterical, and head for the family car. My dad would send me after her (who did it before I was old enough–did he?). We’d sit in the car while I reasoned with her, crying, pleading, and, as I aged and got better at it, offering alternatives to her planned abandonment.
This hard-wired me to think of suicide as a solution whenever I dealt with extreme stress, such as going to grad school as a single mother with a two-year-old. Feeling bad? Try some suicidal ideation.
Now that I’ve planned my exit date, I find it even more comforting. Yes, I have to jump through this hoop and that one, but the end is in sight. Just three more years and I won’t have to worry any more about anything.