A question was asked in another thread that, if I post to it, I will end up hijacking. I don't want to do that, so I will start fresh here.
In this thread --
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=104&topic_id=1108885-- it was mentioned that gay people "contribute 30% of all suicides." I don't know if that statistic is accurate; I do know where the "30%" figure comes from, though.
Another poster asked for "confirmation," adding that this stat was "truly shocking."
This is my response:
The only thing that would shock me would be the revelation that there's a single gay person in the world who hasn't considered suicide, let alone attempted it. And I would be extremely suspicious of any queer who swore the thought had never seriously crossed his or her mind.
The only thing that kept me from slashing my wrists when I was 13 was the sure knowledge that I would go straight to hell. I was Catholic then, you see. What did I know? When I finally went to public high school, I was nervous about a new friend I made, because she was a Lutheran. We were always taught that all Protestants hated Catholics. Really
hated us.
What caused so much self-loathing to make me want to obliterate my sorry self from the face of the earth? I knew I was a "homosexual." I always knew. I just didn't know there was a name for it, or that there were other people like me in the world.
I found out there were other people like me when I was about 10, by reading as many books on human sexuality as I could get my hands on -- found in the backs of dusty bookshelves, perused on the sly in bookstores and libraries...
What I learned was that I was sick. Mentally ill. A pervert. A freak. I was bad, wrong, disgusting, a sinner, an abomination in the sight of God and humankind. I could never hope to lead a normal life. The only future I could look forward to was becoming a prostitute, because -- didn't you know? -- ALL prostitutes were men-hating lesbians, and I would never be able to fit into a normal workplace. I would grow up to molest children, too -- they ALL did that.
I knew these were facts. I read them in books.
I also knew people would hate me. They might hurt me, or they might kill me -- if I didn't end up in prison, or in a psych ward, where I probably belonged. My family would be ashamed of having such a sick, evil child; my parents would beat their chests and cry out to God asking where they had gone wrong. The church would excommunicate me.
God would hate me. God
did hate me. Even if I went to confession every day for the rest of my life, there was no forgiving this sin -- not of what I might
do, but the sin of what I
was.
Of course I wanted to kill myself. Who wouldn't?
I was going to hell anyway -- why wait? Hell certainly couldn't be any worse than the torture of having to live this way... as a
lesbian -- a word I couldn't even say aloud. It was a horrible, ugly word.
And I wanted to take my dirty little secret to the grave.
I never attempted suicide. But the thought haunted me. It was always there -- and it became a
comforting thought; I always had an out.
As I wrote not long ago, in a thread about assisted suicide, to a DUer who was in such intense physical pain that suicide was an option: Some things hurt so much that you want to do
anything to make the pain stop.
Not all pain, of course, is physical. Most abuse survivors will tell you the emotional pain was far worse than the physical pain.
That said, perhaps these statistics will make more sense to anyone "shocked" by off-the-scale suicide rates among gay people:
Suicide Statistics For Lesbian and Gay Youth: A Bibliography
Compiled by Micki Archuleta
May be copied with proper attribution
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Gibson, P. (1989). "Gay Male and Lesbian Youth Suicide." In M. Feinleib (Ed.), *Prevention and Intervention in Youth Suicide* (Report to the Secretary's Task Force on Youth Suicide, Vol. 3, pp. 110-42). Washington, DC: US Department of Health and Human Services.
According to this study, gay and lesbian youth are two to three times more likely to commit suicide than other youths, and 30 percent of all completed youth suicides are related to the issue of sexual identity.
Hershberger, Scott L., and Anthony R. D'Augelli. "The Impact of Victimization on the Mental Health and Suicidality of Lesbian, Gay, and Bisexual Youths." *Developmental Psychology* 31 (1995): 65-74.
This study tried to sift through the various stress factors involved in suicide. "According to the results of this study, the single largest predictor of mental health was self-acceptance." "A general sense of personal worth, coupled with a positive view of their sexual orientation, appears to be critical for the youths' mental health." "amily support moderated the effects of victimization on mental health, but only for relatively low levels of victimization."
Hunter, Joyce. "Violence Against Lesbian and Gay Male Youths." *Journal of Interpersonal Violence* 5 (1990): 295-300.
This study of minority, working class, and homosexual youths found that of those who had experienced physical assault, almost 1/2 of these cases reported that the assault was gay-related. Furthermore, of those who had experienced assault, 41% of the girls and 34% of the boys reporting had tried to kill themselves. This study mostly points to further research which should be undertaken in this area.
Proctor, Curtis D., and Victor K. Groze. "Risk Factors for Suicide among Gay, Lesbian, and Bisexual Youths." *Social Work* 39 (1994): 504-13.
This study found that of the gay and lesbian youth participants in their study, 40.3% had attempted suicide, and 25.8% had seriously thought about it at least once.
Schneider, Stephen G., et al. "Suicidal Behavior in Adolescent and Young Adult Gay Men." *Suicide and Life-Threatening Behavior* 19 (1989): 381-94.
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Roesler, T., & Deisher, R.W. (1972). "Youthful Male Homosexuality." *Journal of The American Medical Association*, 219, 1018-23.
"Gay persons have been described as experiencing psychosocial difficulties because of (1) alienation and disenfranchisement from the resources and assistance society ordinarily provides in the face of life stressors
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Source:
http://isd.usc.edu/~retter/suicstats.htmlSuicide rates among gay adults are lower, but still considerably higher than hetero rates. Somebody else will have to dig for those statistics; they're buried somewhere among all the research on youth suicides. (At least someone finally got around to recognizing the problem over the past twenty-something years; I'm just sorry nobody cared enough to notice decades ago.)
We also have a higher rate of alcoholism, substance abuse, and domestic violence than the general population -- nothing to brag about, but when you pay serious attention to the unique brand of hatred and ostracization we experience from the day we figure ourselves out, is there really any wonder why some of us have trouble coping?
Eighty percent of lesbian, gay, and bisexual youth report severe isolation problems. They experience social isolation (having no one to talk to), emotional isolation (feeling distanced from family and peers because of their sexual identity), and cognitive isolation (lack of access to good information about sexual orientation and homosexuality).
Source:
http://www.waltwhitmanschool.org/about/statistics.htmThat was me.
This, however -- thank God -- was not:
Twenty-six percent of gay youth are forced to leave home because of conflicts with their families over their sexual identities.
--Ibid.
So, 26% get kicked out of the house for being queer -- for being who they are. Why then does a 30% attempted-suicide rate seem so "shocking"?
I said the only thing that kept me from attempting suicide was knowing I would go to hell. That's not all of it -- I also couldn't do it to my family. At least I had that much sense. So I suffered through my teens without telling them, and my parents -- who I now know would have helped me through my own adjustment as they tried to deal with theirs -- saw nothing they didn't want to see.
I was nearly 20 when I began to stop hating myself. What changed? I left the church at 15, fell in love at 16, came out to my parents at 19 (my mother blamed herself and did indeed wonder, momentarily, where she had gone wrong, but there was no beating of chests and wailing to the sky), and finally forced myself to go out and find some gay people. (If you ever wondered why we have co-opted the word "family," I suppose because being amongst our own is the only place many of us really feel "home.")
It still took me another five or six years before I got over my first girlfriend -- a born-again, no less -- deciding, after a very secret but very happy two-year high-school affair, that I, the big, bad lesbian, had condemned
both of us to hell. (Guess who was the initiator of that little affair? That's right -- not I.)
I liked myself, but I was still worried about eternal condemnation.
What fixed that? Simple: I stopped believing in hell. It may sound flippant to say I'd already been there and back -- but it will sound flippant only to those who have never experienced a deeply-entrenched self-loathing due to the whole goddamned world telling you that you were Satan incarnate -- and you being too young and misinformed to know any better.
Being gay doesn't make you suicidal; being brainwashed into believing you're evil does.
Like I keep saying: For anyone who just doesn't get it, gay rights is just another "issue" -- and an annoying nuisance.
Yeah, well, I'm sorry I'm such a nuisance to you. I'm sorry I keep reminding you that there's something more important than politics in this world. I'm sorry to keep reminding you that when you offer me a shit sandwich and tell me to like it because that's all I'm going to get, you are hurting a fellow human being, more deeply than you can ever imagine. More deeply than you are
willing to imagine.
I'm sure a few of you reading this wish that all of us formerly suicidal gay youth had had the nerve to off ourselves, so we wouldn't be such a burden to you at election time.
But the one thing I won't apologize for is making the decision to live -- and demand that I sit at the head table, with
you.
Maybe that's all I can hope for: to serve as a constant annoyance, to remind people that democratic politics is supposed to be about
people -- not the other way around -- and to keep pointing out what is morally, ethically, sadly,
wrong with any desire to keep pushing us away from the table, while throwing us a few scraps in the hope we don't bite back one day -- hard.
And people wonder why having to vote for anyone complicit in my oppression is like a knife through my heart.
Some of you reading this need to get to know some gay people. I'm not talking about water-cooler chats with the happy homo down the hall. I mean, get to KNOW some gay people -- and you will find stories that make my pathetic little tale sound like a day at the beach.
Because, you know what? The more hysteria I see around here over how we queers are going to doom
your party, the clearer it is to me that you don't know any of us at all. We're just
objects to some of you -- not people.
No, wait, not "objects," but
obstacles.
With that, I'm long overdue for a break. No, people, I'm not going to go off and kill myself -- I got past that more than 20 years ago. I mean that I'm long overdue for one of my periodic breaks from DU. Go look at a few of the gay-marriage threads posted over the past few days, and you'll see why I feel like I'm beating my head against many brick walls.
I just don't have any fight left in me right now. I need to do something else for a while.
I'm not going to respond to any replies, and I'm going to shut down my inbox for a while. DU is wonderful, and 99% of all DUers are terrific. It's that 1% that's succeeded in getting to me -- and when I feel genuine hatred start to well in my own heart, I know it's long past the time to get out of Dodge for a while.
Hugs to all my LGBT brothers and sisters -- and my deepest gratitude to all of our straight supporters. You are something special. I can't begin to tell you just how special.
Peace, and out.