Showing posts with label Community. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Community. Show all posts

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Maybe it is really just about relationships

A western Kansas community averts tragedy through its close nit relationships.
Turn on your TV, look at a newspaper, or open an internet browser and it won’t take you long to find a story about violence.

Murder and suicide are common place in our news streams. And these stories have everyone asking why.

What could prevent such tragedies? Increased gun regulation? Less violence in video games? Or perhaps putting “God” back in our schools?

We focus so much on what could prevent heinous acts in the aftermath of tragedy. Rarely do we have, or take, the opportunity to examine the success stories: the people who contemplated suicide or other acts of violence, but chose another path, the people who decided to get help, the people who were guided to a better path.

On Tuesday I had the opportunity to hear a story of success at the Governor’s Mental Health Services Planning Council.

A 15-year-old named Jace from Deerfield, Kan., allegedly planned to kill himself at the school in front of his classmates.

This boy, along with his parents, the school principal, the school counselor, and mental health professionals from western Kansas joined the planning counsel meeting via conference call. 

As Jace and others recounted his story it didn’t take long to identify what enabled Jace’s story to have a happy ending instead of a tragic one.

Jace attends Deerfiled High School in a small, close nit community. His high school only has 75 students total. That means there are about 20 students in each graduating class. These kids know each other and they notice when things are off.

Deerfield school counselor Tammie Sabata serves as the student services director for the 272 students in the Deerfield School District.

Sabata said a concerned student told her about Jace’s suicidal thoughts. Sabata took these concerns seriously. She called Jace into the office. After an assessment with Sabata, Jace was sent to the emergency room and eventually admitted to the KVC Wheatland Psychiatric Hospital in Hays, Kan.

Jace spent two weeks at KVC, where he received treatment for major depressive disorder and generalized anxiety.

He said the students and staff at Deerfield High welcomed him back without the stigma that is often associated with mental illness.

“They really made me feel like a person and not just a label,” Jace said. “They have been able to make me feel accepted and supported.”

So what made Jace’s story different from so many others?

This incident happened in a community in Western Kansas where the rate of poverty is high and resources are low. It’s not the kind of community we typically look to for best practices. Yet, the successful ending of Jace’s story shows that in this incident Deerfield High School’s practices were better than the best.

So what made the difference?

Deerfield HIgh School principal Nathan Reed attributes much of this success to the relationships among his students and staff. Jace felt comfortable enough to confide in a friend, who felt safe telling the school counselor, who knew the people to go to for mental health care.

“Relationships and communication are paramount in this type of situation,” Reed said.

These people know each other. They care about each other. And in Jace’s case, that seemed to make all of the difference in the world.

So how does that translate into public policy? Can you make people get to know their neighbors? Can you legislate people to care? Because if you could I believe much of the world’s problems could be solved over a cup a tea.

If you could, kids might realize they aren’t as isolated as they may sometimes feel. If you could kids might feel safe enough to cry out of help. If you could the adults around them might notice those cries. Perhaps it is all about relationships.

As for Jace, he is now plugged into the area mental health system, grateful for the community who rallied around him.

“The plan is to take one thing at a time,” he said.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Community- A gift everyone should embrace

“We should all exercise our gift to build community.” Jean Vanier

During college I took my junior year off to live in an intentional community through a volunteer program.

Along with living together and sharing a budget we also prayed together, broke bread together, and shared in each others struggles and strengths on a daily basis. We were five women who had never met learning what it meant to create community within our house and within the neighborhood in which we lived.

This experiment in communal living (or as I sometimes jokingly refer to it, ‘living in a commune) taught me the beauty of living life together. It also taught me that literally living in the same house with five, or rather any other roommates post-college, was not something I wanted to pursue. (I tried having roommates the first year after college and it didn’t end well. Cut to my happy life in midtown.)

I found an artsy one-bedroom apartment in midtown Kansas City and discovered a neighborhood in which I truly belonged. One of my close friends moved in a few blocks a way, I found an amazing progressive church, and other friendships naturally fell into place. I loved my midtown apartment. It was my safe oasis from any annoying drama I faced in my coverage of health and education in the suburbs.

Nothing, short of a marriage proposal, would be able to take me away from cozy, ridiculously low-priced home.

Well, on May 31, 2010, my boyfriend, now husband, hid a ring in a picnic basket and popped the question while we dinned on orange soda and pre-maid grocery store sandwiches. When it comes to romance that is how we role.

So, we bought a house in Lawrence, Kan., and I moved 40 miles west to the land of milk, honey, and national basketball championships.

My excitement for the wedding, my marriage and this new life Logan and I had started faded as depression started to sit in.

One thing I have noticed since my diagnosis with bipolar disorder is that major life changes are often a trigger for depression. Moments that should be the happiest of my life, wouldn’t be without the help of SSRIs.

As I tried to adapt to my new life in Lawrence, I realized that even months after the move I still didn’t feel at home.

Logan and I had recently started to attend Plymouth Congregational Church, conveniently located just a mile from our house. One Sunday, as I sat in the pew feeling, lost and lonely, the pastor preached a message about how God will protect us, sustain us, and lead us home.

When he got to that last line I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. God had led me home, this - this church, this town, this husband- this was my new community.

That same Sunday a woman lifted up a prayer for the mentally ill in our community. And even though I don’t like to think of myself as “ill” I knew in my heart that that prayer was for me.

Since that day, Logan and I have joined Plymouth as official members. And the void that existed in my heart for community has been filled. I feel truly blessed to attend a church where I can be open about my mental illness without the fear of stigma or judgement.

Everyone needs a safe place, where true community can thrive. I am lucky to have found mine.