I consider myself to be a very fortunate doctor because I do not often have to deal with the death of my patients. My patients usually recover from their illnesses and, because they are young, I am often able to see them live out the promise of their lives.
The deaths in my practice, however, always continue to haunt me because they are deaths by suicide and suicide is such an insidious outcome that even those of us who see it most often can forget that suicidal ideation and attempts are serious symptoms of a severe illness. We should know better, but we still forget that this severe illness is very difficult to recognize.
Severe illnesses in youth are so difficult for all of us to comprehend. Depression and suicide are even more difficult because they are symptoms that often occur in young people who can present a cheerful countenance to the world – who have a gift of helping others to feel happy. Have you not heard this? Do you not know of a situation in which this was exactly the case?
On the weekend, I read J. Kelly Nestruck’s article in the Globe and Mail about Jonah McIntosh, a young actor at the Shaw Festival who died by suicide in July. He recorded how the Artistic Director at the Shaw Festival saw Mr. McIntosh: “always smiling and making everyone around him smile”. Mr. Nestruk also documented that a death such as the young actor’s suicide was not one the theatre company had experienced, which seemed surprising to me. There is a suicide every forty seconds in the world and artists and actors have a suicide rate of 24 per 100,000, higher than physicians or teachers or nurses.
The article underlined for me once again that those of us who work in mental health fail to educate the public about how difficult it is to predict the course of depression – we have not communicated how a smiling face cannot be assumed to be an accurate reflection of mood. Many people with depression leave their friends and family, leave their doctors’ offices, with a smiling face even when they are plagued by persistent suicidal thoughts, with plans to act on their troubling symptoms. Most of these people have brought joy to their families and friends, but have never found it for themselves.
At this stage in my career, I no longer think about whether I am asking the question sensitively. I just ask, “Are you thinking of suicide?” “Do you have a plan to kill yourself?” People ask all the time if these questions could cause a person to think of suicide but this is not the case.
Just ask, I tell people. If the person you ask seems shocked, or makes some protest, just say,”I am so worried about you and I do not want to make the mistake of not asking about suicide.” We would not hesitate to ask about the serious symptoms of heart disease. We must begin to do the same for depression and suicide. We can save these wonderful lives if we ask. We can prevent suicide.
(On September 10 at 8 pm I put a candle in my window to show my support for suicide prevention and for those who die by suicide and for those who survive.)