Wednesday, July 6, 2016

A New Chapter

I haven't posted in awhile partly because I have been busy,  crazy busy but mostly because the complex emotions I wanted to share, were not easy to articulate.
Here is the story.....

 In October 2015 Michael and I moved in together and started planning our wedding. Michael proposed in September after 21 years of dating. I was shocked, wouldn't you be? Michael's idea of a wedding was vastly different from the quiet ceremony I had imagined for us. We eventually agreed on a medium size gathering. At Thanksgiving, we announced our plans by giving out "Save the Dates." I'm not sure if anyone actually believed we would go through with it.   We began to get excited as the plans for our life together materialized.  Michael went from commitment phobic boyfriend to happy fiancee. I still have no idea how it happened .  I teased about flying pigs and a possible head injury.


Michaels mom was happy for us. She congratulated us on what would end up being her last
Thanksgiving. She was always interested in hearing about our plans for the wedding. Her failing health began to take a turn for the worst. We prayed she would make it to June. We talked about moving up the wedding date before we could, sadly, she passed away three days before Christmas. Everyone was heartbroken.  Life without Mom Mom seemed impossible. She was one of the kindest people I have ever known . Joy and grief are not good bedfellows. Michael was broken in ways I have never seen in him.  The strength he showed when my boys passed, evaporated, black grief took over .

There were funeral arrangements to be made. The business of saying goodbye has a lot of uncomfortable details.  Mom was buried in the same cemetery as my boys . We used the same funeral home and the sons picked the same casket. I had to find strength remembering this wasn't about my boys , working not to let it all the loss commingle. I miss her too , I lost my friend my sweet friend.  Standing in the room with the caskets I felt as if I couldn't breath, memories rushing back.  I reached for Mike and realized he couldn't help scare away these demons. He was confronting demons of his own. There he stood pale,  grief stricken, looking lost,  his brothers the same.

Arrangements were made in the quiet right before Christmas. Each detail was carefully thought out. The brothers questioning what their mom would have wanted, what would their dad and sisters want?  Choices that held power , the last gift, they could give their beloved mom.  We buried Mom Mom on a cold grey December day. The grey didn't leave last winter. It hung is the air and in everyones heart. Family gatherings lost light and hope. Her absence was crushing.


In March Michael and I picked up the wedding plans again. The hollow feeling of those missing added to our stress. We had already reserved the venue and everything needed to be rushed to make our date. In the midst of grief ,work and wedding arrangements,  I got a call,  a child in my family needed a home. Michael and I talked and talked exploring the idea of raising a child at this late juncture. Family and friends offered lots of opinions, we listened but realized this is OUR life and no one could make this decision for us .  Heartfelt deliberation between Michael, my self and my family made room in our hearts for the decision to adopt.

We were immediately flung into a world of caseworkers, judges, background checks, court dates,  paper work, classes and home studies. Our home had to have major changes to accommodate a small child. Furniture, toys and clothing had to be procured quickly. It was overwhelming to say the least.


The wedding day came, it was beautiful a true expression of our deep love and commitment for each other. We had 10 children in our wedding party including our new little one.  The day was shared with our closest family and friends.  Our munchkin came on June 2nd,  3 days before the wedding.
She insisted on spending time with us begging to hang out while I put floral arrangements together.  She loved being  part of our wedding party. It was if she has always been a part of our lives. She immediately fell in love with our same age grandchildren and they fell right back. We began to bond as a family. She calls the wedding "Our wedding to be a family". We have no idea where she came up with the idea it was her wedding too,  but it works.

We celebrated her 5th birthday 10 days after she arrived.  Her first party with kids. A standard 5 year old Chuck E Cheese affair full or Frozen princess nonsense.  Not wanting to leave her behind our honeymoon has become a familymoon.  We are all going on a trip to Europe in a few weeks. Isn't it crazy how things can change in a blink?


Having her here brings up all manner of feelings and memories, my boys as little ones. The sound of a small voice in the morning takes me back.  Its bittersweet getting another chance to parent.

It makes the loss of the boys ever present but its also a huge blessing. I get to parent full time with Michael.  Watching him with her, brings me great joy. Losing the boys is a darkness I have learned to live with, I know it will always be there. What I also know is,  there is still joy to be experienced. I can be happy not the unbridled happiness of my youth but still true deep soul filled happiness.  I survived , we survived. here is to the next chapter.












Thursday, March 3, 2016

Breath and Ramblings

We spent some time at the beach a few days ago. It's quiet there this time of year. I enjoy the solitude of an empty beach just birds and sand. Michael works and I wander the beach, feed the birds, read, write, shop and repeat. I was pulled from sad winter doldrums by the warm sun. I could see summer  peaking over the horizon, it felt good, then I stepped around the corner , a sharp icy cold breeze slapped my face and nipped at my lungs. In that split second,  I was reminded that nothing is permanent . What we think we can count on changes with the breeze.  We are all delicate fragile and leaving eventually.

Death always seems to surprise us. Intellectually we know were not staying forever and neither are our loved ones but we operate as if we are, at least I have to this point. Why are we here ? Where are we going? I have my own answers the ones that make sense and comfort me but I realize no one actually knows. There is a billion dollar industry full of people who will be happy to tell you the answer to life and the path to follow. I am not one of them. I am just here posing questions,  a mom deeply missing here children and trying to make sense of it all.

Later in the tub I watch my legs as I move them back and forth water swishing , warmth surrounding me.  I can move my legs now because I am here in my body, one day Ill be out of it and then I won't be able to move them. I will be in the next place. This thought astonishes me , even with all the death I have faced , this is the first time I've truly paid attention to the fragility of my own life. I spend so much time worrying about those around me leaving,  I have never stopped to think of the impact my death would have on my loved ones.

There is a deep wisdom in the realization of our interconnectedness ,  the vastness of love and all it embodies.  I find a kind of peace,  knowing one day I will see my boys,  in some way we will be reunited. There will be a time when everyone I know and love will be in the same place.

 Everyday it seems I heal more yet miss my boys more, the dichotomy of life.  It is never easy.  Somedays its hard work not to let bitterness creep in.  As I grow from this mind boggling pain ,I want so much to share the wisdom with my boys,  chat about all I have learned since they left. I want to see them smile , hear their laughter , share their life. They are amazing people, the hole left behind can never be filled.  I can't bring them back , all I can do is hold the love , let it sustain me and give as much love back as I am able. I know how blessed I am to have been able to love as I love them, all three of them. I will never stop longing for Gavin and Ryan but I know I was lucky also,  to have known them and to miss them so deeply. How hollow would life be without our deep connections.The pain would be less but so would the joy.

I am grateful to have David here with me , my beautiful boy,  right here where I can hug or talk to him,  grand children to make my heart swell and Michael to grow old with,  a little bit of grace. We are all moving forward together, not leaving the boys behind but rather incorporating their memory into the life we live now. This is  the best we can do. My sweet 5 year old grandson can already tell funny stories about his dad and uncles childhood. My granddaughter can point them out in photos. They live through all of us,  the love keeps them alive. Life is good, damn painful but still good.  I am sorry you have to be here reading this, looking for something to help. I hope this blog is a help in some tiny way.  I pray the memory of your dear ones brings you a small measure of peace.
Love and Light

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Dark and Light

Its been too long since I have posted here. I took a break . August is hot sticky and a terrible reminder of loss. I have never been a fan of the month, to me its the end of so many things I enjoy, Summer freedom, fresh flowers, children out of school, warm weather .  So I chose not to share during August. Then, we had a fantastic family wedding for my cousin,  a wonderful 4 day event in the Finger Lakes over Labor Day weekend. My attention was on family and fun.  It was truly beautiful to see them it made my heart sing.  Mike, my partner, laughing and enjoying my family,  getting to know them better, what a blessing.
In September many obligations took my attention,  all exacting a toll on time, mood and energy.  When I looked up again it was October.

My youngest son Ryan passed on August the 13th . This year for some reason, the anniversary hit me harder than I expected. I have been waiting for the black cloud to lift for months now.  I don't know if it was seeing his friends marry, move or become full fledged adults with real jobs that triggered the darkness. Knowing I will never see my boys marry or have children haunts me. I guess it always will. Maybe it was losing two beloved dogs or seeing my lovely family, possibly ,the wonderful news that we have a new grandchild on the way. ( Hip Hip Hooray) All special moments,  I wish could be shared with my boys and lost cousins.
Whatever the trigger , the dark hand of grief is firmly holding me.  Our missing loved ones leave a huge hole in the fabric of family. A hole that can never be patched. I can't imagine we will ever stop wishing they were here. Thats when the  demons , the what if's , reach out of their holes and pull me in. This is how it is with grief. It can sneak up on you. We can learn to deal with it, accept it, move forward , learn to let light and dark coexist, feel joy but we will never stop missing them. This is how love works. Even with all this pain it was still worth it. I would do it all over again just to experience the love.

So here I am working through it ,  again! Not back at square one but still dealing with things I and hoped would have passed with time. I am still finding strength and gaining wisdom from
those that went before me.
I have several great posts in the works. Stay tuned. I deeply appreciate your presence here.
Love and Light
Sim



Sunday, July 19, 2015

Showing Up

One hot July day at age 11,  I sat sulking in my room. I was a pretty good sulker. By 11,  I had sulking down to a science. My mother just ignored it. My lousy mood was not going impact  her day. My grandmother however, visiting from Washington, was concerned. I explained I had scored poorly on my cheerleading try outs , I was now giving up cheerleading. There was still one more day in the tryout process,  I was sure I would be eliminated. I had no intention of being humiliated this in font of my friends, better to quit. I planned on sticking to dance . There I was, face streaked with tears, tangled hair from hiding under my covers. I was feeling picked on., it was so unfair! The truth is  I didn't want to take responsibility for my lack of practice and coordination.

My Grandmother came face to face with a full fledged pre teen hissy fit. She  sat on my bed, in her calm, no nonsense ,voice she said " Sweetheart, get dressed,  if you quit every time things don't go your way , how will you ever accomplish anything? "Were not quitters" Then she said something I think of often " Showing up is most of the battle". I got dressed and walked to practice.  By the time school started 1 girl moved, another broke her leg horse back riding and a third just didn't want to be a cheerleader . Even with a low score,  I eventually made the team.
Looking back I doubt my grand mother had any idea how powerful her statement was going to be in my life. When she encouraged me to force myself to go, I learned to show up even when school or work wasn't  pleasant. I learned to take responsibility. She taught me not to give up.

The passing of my boys,  made me uneasy at social gatherings. A few unexpected, insensitive statements gave me good reason to hide at home.  It's been 9 years since Gavin passed, we are rounding the ben of 4 years since Ryan got his wings. I have survived. There were days , I wasn't sure if I could. It is still really hard. So here I am. I have ignored friends, avoided parties and life has gone on without me. Most friends gave me a year or two then got offended. I still get Christmas cards but fewer and fewer calls.  Yes, I have missed uncomfortable questions and comments, I have also missed support, laughs and camaraderie. Hiding hasn't helped. I feel like an outsider in my own life.

As I was turning down yet another invitation, I heard my grandmother admonish me" Showing up is half the battle". So I forced myself to go, no excuses. I barely knew the woman who invited me . I like her now, a lot, I already think of her as a friend.  It was a nice time. It felt good to put on something pretty and engage in small talk, a great event for a good cause.  The inevitable heart stopping  question came up, " how many children do you have? " I answered truthfully 3 boys then gave their ages. When my new buddy inquired about their lives, I  deflected the question, asking about her children. I left before everyone else, walked a few blocks down the street to a friends crowded shop.  It had been so long since I stopped by to see my friend , it was awkward. She and her partner  had no idea I wasn't just avoiding them , I was avoiding everyone. One particularly cruel comment , had sent me into hiding. When you have lost two children, people talk. Some of the things they say, true or not, hurt deeply. In a community where I know so many moms,  It seems there is always someone willing to call and repeat something unsavory, under the guise of warning. It's my job not to listen anymore. 

My grandmother was right " Half the battle is showing up" or at least for me it is. I am a social person . Once I get to an occasion I am usually ok. I love my friends and fun. I have learned that I don't need everyone to honor my grief and sadness.
There can't be anymore hiding. This is not the way I wanted my life to go, life didn't really care what I planned. Life had it's own set of plans. Now I have to steer down a new road, show up in a new place in a new way.  The boys  deserved to be honored. I have contributions to make this world . I'll be damned if I let mean people or my own demons win.



 When I falter , for strength, I talk to other moms going through exactly the same set of emotions. We share compassion and tactics for coping. The power of a kind word is incredibly healing. I have learned , at events, If the conversation gets uncomfortable,  I can excuse myself. When someone asks prying questions that start with "I hope you don't mind if I ask...." I just say "Thank you for your concern,  I'm having such a nice time,  I would rather not talk about it . " If you are already my friend and have a question, Please ask, I am happy to answer. I want to answer.  I just don't feel the need any longer to share my story with every new acquaintance.  

 In the early days the wound was so open I bled every time anyone asked or spoke about children. Today I console myself with the fact that  I do have 3 children and 2 grand children. It doesn't matter where my boys live,  they are alive in me. I can speak of them, it feels good to say their names. There is not a moment, an hour, a day , I don't regret losing them. Family events will always have a dark cloud hovering, birthdays, holidays all hurt but I am learning to live with the clouds. Sun can shine through clouds. 

 Like money and religion grief isn't cocktail conversation. Like an accident, some people slow down  not to help but rather, looking for blood. I finally recognize those people and politely move away. I no longer listen to gossip. It eventually causes pain , no matter how well intended. I don't want to be part of causing others pain. Changing how I react, working on short comings,made an impact, I have found lovely new friends, some have lost children too, others are just good people. 

 We each have our own story . It belongs to us, the emotions, the reasons, the pain , are our own. This life was meant to teach us and we each have our set of challenges.  None of us ,owe the community at large an explanation. We owe ourselves compassion,  moving forward at our own pace.  Growing from pain , becoming better , this is my goal. So I am going to show up as much as I can . Life is precious. We don't always have the luxury of waiting for the sunshine, sometimes you just have to dance in the rain. 

Namaste



Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Happiness is it really a choice?

choose happiness 4 Choose happiness (20 photos)
I have been reading a lot about happiness lately, how to find it and sustain it. The pursuit of happiness is everywhere. Pop psychology tells us happiness is a choice.  If you are not happy then you are choosing to be sad. It's an interesting concept ; we have complete control over our own happiness. I wish it were true.  This idea is actually detrimental, to emotional well being. It shames anyone that can't feel happy.  It minimizes profound pain, depression and grief.  Hurting people may pretend everything is ok, because of social pressure. I say lets be real . Lets talk about our lives and be supportive to each other. Life is not all sunshine and roses.

choose happiness 7 Choose happiness (20 photos)If your life is has no great difficulties no emotional traumas, no history of depression,  then possibly, you can actually choose to be happy, all the time.  When life throws you a curve ball , life threatening illness ,loss of a loved one, divorce, job loss, other disasters, it is normal and healthy to feel sad, depressed, frustrated. I don't believe unmitigated happiness, is a realistic goal. A healthier goal should be how to cope effectively, how to heal, how to develop resilience. Sadness , grief and fear are all part of our human experience. Growth does not come easily from success it is failure and loss that help us grow. 

I learned a great deal from desperately trying to be happy. To achieve the goal of "happiness", I  tried a happiness project of my own , hoping to hide from  heartbreaking loss . Looking for approval from friends and family, I fully committed to moving past the darkness. I had lots of support on my quest. Those close to me were ecstatic. Friends at work and  on Facebook offered all manner of positive support and compliments. There are literally hundreds of articles , quotes and best selling books that promise, happiness , is all in our control.  I was sold. I believed I must be doing something wrong because the sadness just wouldn't abate.  It was time to take the bull by the horns and force myself to be happy. I could hear the words of my loved ones, It's time to move on , get past it.

The Happiness Project:  Read only happy funny novels, Use life affirming mantras,  Hang out with upbeat people, Exercise , Create, Do not watch or read anything sad, Meditate and pray. For 30 days I slaved at being happy,  forcing all dark thoughts to the back of my brain. Admonishing myself when I began to wallow.  I didn't waver in my commitment, I pressed forward. It was a raving failure. I felt like a raving failure.

choose happiness 5 Choose happiness (20 photos)The sadness still crept in , nightmares haunted me, sadness that deserved to be there took it's rightful place in my heart. It would not be ignored or evicted. I felt worse after abandoning the project, an all time low. A tidal wave of grief, loss, insecurity washed over me. It was then that I sought council from a wise friend, a reverend and mindfulness teacher. In his presence I feel comfortable.  His response was simply try to let sadness and joy coexist. Instead of banishing the darkness, allow light in. Like clouds and sun sharing the same sky.

It was time to embark on a new project.
The Mindfulness Project: Acknowledge the sadness, worry, insecurities & fear.  Pay attention to joy, Feel each moment honestly, fully, Meditate and pray, Eat healthy food, Exercise,  Spend time with loved ones, Deepen healthy connections, Forgive, Volunteer,  Keep creating . I felt ridiculous for even trying to force myself to be happy all the time.
Like all of our journeys there are storms and weathering them is a large part of our experience here.
Getting in touch with reality  instead of hiding, ignoring or stuffing it down is healing.

It has been several months since I embarked on the mindfulness project, It's working! The best part  of this process is I can see growth. Acknowledging the pain has eased it a bit.I am comfortable now with the fact that I probably won't ever be the old happy me. I am no longer chasing that girl. However , I can be a new kind of happy, one that embodies wisdom. A knowing that comes only from loss. There is solace in this truth .  Now, the pressure is off. I feel free to work on other aspects of my personality. Fearlessly confronting flaws and shortcomings, while also celebrating the parts of myself I admire. Learning to be kind to me is the hardest part of all.  Being a conscious human is hard work .  In another 50 or so years I should have this down pat.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Dancing on the Precipice

Mike the boys and I were visiting a breathtakingly beautiful canyon and water fall. The sunlight filtered by tiny little prisms of water added an ethereal quality to the crisp day. The water was strikingly blue, the kind of blue that is only seen in the highest mountains. Chunky snow caps shrouded the sharp edges of granite. Tiny purple spring flowers grace the ground all around. The are trees swathed in brilliant green leaves. We laugh and talk as we climb the long stairway to the top . We reach the wooden observation platform. The warmth of the sun radiating through the cool air. Ryan's quiet, toting his travel guitar. Ryan always has a guitar in tow. After admiring the view and taking ample photographs, we decide to climb down for a picnic lunch. Mike , Dave and Gavin start ahead.  Ryan stays seated strumming away.  Hungry, I start to climb down calling Ryan to come.  I look back just in time to see  him hoping over the rail onto the razor thin edge of the canyon. He begins playing his guitar and dancing on the precipice. Rocks snow and dirt rolling and tumbling down the steep sides . I rush up the stairs but he's getting further away,  In desperation I  try climbing up the mountain side. I can't make progress because the dirt keeps giving way and I tumble back down.  I'm screaming and begging him to come down. He gets further and further away playing, laughing, ignoring my pleas, dancing a little jig, knees high in the air. Mike and the boys are too far a head to know whats happening behind them. The sound of the waterfall hides my screams. Thats when it happens; Ryan falls,  an elegant drifting fall, everything in slow motion his guitar seems to rise as he plummets into the deep cavern.


I awake from the sound of my own screams . Mike bolts upright adrenaline fueled,  befuddled,  are you alright ? What happened? I answer go back to sleep its just a bad dream, I'm going to get up for awhile. This scene has played out over and over again for years. The horrible dreams that haunt. All the grief work done by the light of day doesn't stop the demons of the night. Many people are haunted by their dreams after losing a loved one. Parents  "what if's" can't be quelled easily.  Many parents find themselves too tortured for rest. For me, when the dreams come, I get up and read or write. I don't want to chance another slumbering assault . It's 5:00 am now , a different dream shook me awake tonight.  The precipice dream was several days ago but it stayed with me ,  haunting me in the daylight begging for analysis.




If I want peace I must delve into all the intricacies of this dream.  It hurts , healing takes work. I eventually realize , the dream is  a metaphor for our life with Ryan. Ryan was dancing on the precipice for 10 years.  His bipolar illness was only kept at bay with lithium. He hated lithium and would stop taking it. We would beg, reason, bribe and finally hospitalize him in the never ending carousel that is mental illness. Mania feels good, a super creative euphoric space a place where Ryan's writings and music took form. The other side of mania is painfully dark ,angry ,depressed, for Ryan it brought frightening visions and irrational thinking.  Every time he gave up meds he thought it would be different.,he would be able to control his unbalanced brain. he couldn't. Like my dream everything would be going well. Ryan always brilliant,would be excelling at school, work, relationships and then for what seemed like no reason he'd jump off the platform onto the precipice. We would go out after him dragging him back to safety, help him , fix him , talk to him. He'd promise never to do it again. His brain calm, his demeanor reasonable and confident from well monitored medications and therapy. The easy days , I loved those times. My son back, the normal sweet Ryan, then he'd jump off again.  One day he jumped too far.




There is truth and beauty in this dream. At first I only saw the horrible ending. Like Ryan and Gavin's lives, for a long time I only saw the loss the sad ending. Now I see so much more, I see them I see us , I see the life we had together, I see the deepest bond humans share, family.  Death is preceded by life , no matter how short or difficult, there are beautiful moments treasured memories. A family climbing and laughing together, an astonishing view, a gorgeous day.  The dream, a reminder to hold those moments, to let them heal a shattered heart.  We are all dancing on our own precipice. We will all loss someone and succumb eventually to death. We all have our own journey our own heartaches and dreams.  Sometimes were going to fall. Sometimes someone we love falls , sometimes we can't catch them. So I am trying really hard to pay attention to memorize it all because in the end thats all we have.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Guest Opinion: Keep Calm Parent On



Guest opinion: 

Keep Calm and Parent On - by Dr Adam Strassberg


What can parents do right now to decrease the risk of suicide in their children? 


Adam Strassberg, M.D. Photo by Veronica 
Two weeks ago, I had the privilege of being a lunchtime speaker during Career Week at Palo Alto High School. I love my profession, I have a son at Paly right now, and there is a severe national shortage of people that do what I do- so I was excited to see nearly 150 students crowd into the hall.

I am a psychiatrist. Specifically, I am a private practice outpatient adult psychiatrist in our local community. I studied and trained at Stanford and have spent the entirety of my near 20-year career practicing right here in Palo Alto. Innumerable college students, local parents and teachers have been and continue to be amongst my patients.
I am also a parent of two teenagers here in Palo Alto right now. After the tragedy last week, a completed teen suicide in a recent cluster of such suicides, my phone has not stopped ringing with calls from concerned fellow parents. 
Psychiatry by its very nature is a private profession, and psychiatrists as a whole are very private people. We are typically listeners, not speakers, and so it is only with a certain awkward reluctance that I feel compelled to join the public conversation. 
I am not an academic researcher. I am a poor statistician and no suicidologist. I am, however, a working psychiatrist right here, right now. I talk with local college students, parents, teachers and administrators regularly. I aid people suffering from all manner of psychic distress. I meet with adults who are suicidal on a near daily basis.
What does one do? 
In the face of our recent tragedy, how does one "Keep Calm and Parent On"?
There is no single cause of suicide -- the act can arise from any combination of multiple factors -- biological, environmental, psychological and situational. As a community, we agree that whatever can be done to mitigate these factors must be done; where we disagree, however, is where one might expect: What does "whatever can be done" entail? Our public debate continues -- in community meetings, in online forums, in newspaper letters, in school board and city hall meetings. But for me, on line at Starbucks, in the aisles of Safeway, at school campus pick-up or drop-off, this public debate echoes much more private and personal implorations. My fellow parents ask me in whispers: What can we do right now to decrease the risk of suicide in our children?
The following is a list of direct suggestions to help us all "Keep Calm and Parent On":
1. Make your teen sleep
Depression is a major factor in most suicides. Depression causes significant disruptions in sleep patterns. However, an emerging body of literature shows that sleep disruptions seem to precede and even precipitate depressive episodes. 
Our children need to be sleeping more than us, not less than us. They need to be sleeping regular hours. Sufficient sleep must take priority over homework, athletics, social life, work, etc. I cannot overemphasize the importance of proper sleep hygiene. Poor sleep is just one of a great many contributing factors to depression, but it is such an easily controllable and preventable factor. Make your teens sleep.
2. Talk with your teen
Asking about suicide does not increase the risk of suicide. Asking about suicide will notimplant the idea of suicide into your teens. Asking about suicide decreases the risk of suicide. So please do ask your teen directly about suicide.
There is a myth that suicide only can happen to "somebody else's" child. Academic stress, family dysfunction, violence, drug abuse -- these factors increase risk, but suicide crosses all social boundaries, and no family is exempt. 
Suicide is an uncomfortable topic, and so it is important to talk about with your teen openly, honestly and calmly. 
If you child reports any suicidality, do not leave him or her alone. Contact your doctor or other trained professional, go to your nearest emergency room, or call 911. 
3. Model mental health treatment for your teen
In my many years as a psychiatrist here in the Bay Area, I have observed so much success, and yet so little happiness. My refrain to my patients is that I am "in the happiness business, and not the success business." Sadly I have seen the two more and more at odds over the years. 
If you want your teen to find the happiness of a balanced life -- to sleep properly, eat well, exercise, study, work, play, date, hang with friends, have community, enjoy nature, gain autonomy and competence, adventure, find purpose -- you must model these things in your own lives. Children imitate the behaviors of the adults around them (even teens). 
If you are sad, if you are unhappy, talk with your spouse, friends and family about your feelings. Let your children see you cry, let them see you laugh, let them see you touch and hold and comfort one another. Most of all, if you are suffering from depression or any other psychological difficulties, let them see you seek appropriate professional treatment. If you and your spouse are having marital difficulties, let them see you both enter couples counseling. 
Create a life worth living for yourself first. Make it optimistic, wonderful and balanced. Model onto yourself the attention to mental health you aspire for your teens. 
4. Want the best for your child, not for your child to be the best
Our community is so intelligent and so educated, and yet the basic sociological concept of "regression to the mean" is misunderstood so widely. The "more" of a quality any parent possesses, the less likely their child will equal or exceed them in that quality. If you are very good at mathematics, your child is unlikely to be as good or better than you. If you are a great musician, maybe they will manage to be a mediocre musician. If you are a polyglot, they may stammer in English alone. And then there is that most damnable anxiety: If you attended an Ivy league college, your child is unlikely to attend an Ivy league college. This hard reality is anathema to all.
We are so many of us wealthy and secure beyond imagining, and yet we have such enormous anxiety. We fear the future harm that we will lose our wealth and privilege and be unable to pass it on to our future generations. Maintaining and advancing insidiously high educational standards in our children is a way to soothe this anxiety. 
But it harms our children.
Be brave. What a strange world we have when having your child only take the SAT once, not take advanced math, not play a varsity sport, not have a college coach, not take an AP class -- what a strange world indeed when this is a type of bravery? Since when does it make sense that a 16-year-old's weekly schedule should be twice as packed with meetings and assignments than his middle-aged parents? This not normal. This could never be normal.
As a psychiatrist, I will never be neutral on this issue. The "Koala Dad" is the far better parent than the "Tiger Mom."
5. It's you and the teachers versus your teen, not you and your teen versus the teachers
Teachers are professionals who are supposed to be our allies in raising our teens, not our enemies. Please know that amongst our local teachers, being labeled a "Palo Alto parent" is not a compliment. This needs to change. 
If a teacher approaches you with concerns over your teen's behaviors, emotional health, suspected substance abuse, possible cheating or other academic issues, the teacher is not your and your child's enemy. Your job as a parent is not to "defend" your child against this teacher, it is not to keep your child's record "perfect" so they can be accepted to a "good" college. Rather, your job as a parent is first to allow yourself to be sad or anxious or disappointed or all three but then to open your heart to the teacher and work closely with them as a team in order to help your child.
When did this change? When we were young, it was always teachers and parents "against" the children; now somehow it is normal to have parents and students against the teacher? This is not normal. This could never be normal.
6. Get a pet
For adults, having children is a significant negative risk factor for suicide. In childless adults, I have seen this effect mirrored quite dramatically via pet ownership. Over the years, I have lost count of the number of my suicidal patients who report their lives having been saved by love for their dog or their cat. 
Our mammalian companion animals are literally "bred" to be perfect therapists: accepting, great at listening, warm, cuddly, always attentive, ever present, ready for petting. 
Before my own teenagers slam the door on me, they always take one of our cats into their bedrooms. They could be angry at their parents, at school, friends, the world, but their pets always understand them. It may seem trite, but the effect is real, so if you have the resources and room in your family, please consider the joy of pet ownership as an aid to overall happiness and mental health.
7. Keep Calm
To be expansive, we must acknowledge the null hypothesis: Perhaps "whatever can be done" to lessen our suicide rate has been done. Suicide is a rare event, but it is also a leading cause of death in teenagers, and statistics over the phenomenon of suicide clustering remain obtuse. 
Our town is blessed but now also "cursed" by a train. Our Silicon Valley culture wants to "fix" this, with a premise that all things are "fixable." Public debate continues over train-related barriers and policies to make the train less immediately attractive or available, the premise being that "inconvenient" time delay will save lives; the counterargument is that people then will just find some other means of dying by suicide. This is an important debate to guide the use of our limited resources; however, I fear that it misses the forest for the trees. 
Why does it need to take a suicide, or worse yet this cluster of suicides, to justify and invigorate public conversation over improving the mental health, happiness and quality of life for our teens?! More sleep, more free unscheduled time to play and to grow, less homework, more balance, better stress tolerance -- these are inherent goods and worthy continual goals for our school district and community. These goals should be active and ongoing and not be predicated upon any "crisis" in student mental health, "perceived" or "actual."
Is there a spike in suicides? Boys typically choose more violent, and thus more lethal, methods of suicide than girls. But three times as many girls attempt suicide than boys. This would suggest that our total number of teenage suicide attempts over the last many months likely is much larger than the four public suicides covered by our news media. How many occur here each year? We cannot know: Suicide attempts are not reportable events. We need to live with this uncertainty, and tolerating anxiety is a challenge for all of us.
We must "Keep Calm." But that does not mean we must do nothing. Do not overreact -- please do react. Please "Parent On."
Dr. Adam Strassberg is a psychiatrist in local private practice who has two teenagers in the Palo Alto Unified School District.
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