I’ve been restless for a couple of days. I’ve also been fighting depression which has been a problem for me in the past ten or so years. Then tonight I turned to HBO On Demand for a distraction and came across a documentary called Boy Interrupted. The synopsis told me it was a film made by the mother of boy, Evan Perry, who committed suicide at age 15. I know I probably should have looked for something else but I didn’t. I chose to watch it.
Last night one of my nieces, Roxie, posted on Facebook that she missed her brothers (who are living away from where she lives) and I was instantly compelled to comment that I miss my brothers too. But then I erased it without posting it. I didn’t want to make Roxie or anyone of my nieces and nephews uncomfortable. It is their fathers that I miss, my brothers. I seem to be thinking about them a lot these days. I want to see them and talk to them and listen to them. I want to hug them and cry with them and laugh again. But I didn’t post any of this. I kept it all inside.
Tonight I needed to watch that documentary.
There is one point where Evan’s grandmother is being interviewed about the suicide of her grandson and the suicide of her own son, Scott, 35 years earlier. She makes a comment to the effect that suicide “changes you and you are never the same”. I knew exactly what she meant.
Boy Interrupted is a compelling film. It is well worth the 93 minutes you spend watching it. You will learn from it. And with luck, it will save someone’s life. I’m glad I watched it. I hope you are able to watch it. It is currently on HBO On Demand and was a 2008 Sundance Film Festival nominee for Grand Jury Prize. I’m sure that even if you don’t have HBO, you will be able to find it to watch it.
It will change you and you will never be the same.
((Corina))
I’ll have to look for it.
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I’ll look for it, too.
I wish your brothers were still around.
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Yeah, me too. Lately I really miss them. I want to share all sorts of news with them.
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