When Does Enough Become MORE Than Enough?

No, this blog post isn’t about the #Enough campaign to end gun violence, a hashtag phenomenon I see quite often on social media. Not even a little bit. It’s about something entirely different. Rather, it’s about when whole communities come to the aid of those affected by mass school shootings, and that aid gets to a point, at least in my own personal healing journey, where it's simply MORE than enough and then some.

Robin Cogan, a friend of mine on Twitter, tagged me in one of her tweets asking me for my input on this article: New Study: After School Shootings, Well-Off Families Flee and Enrollment Drops. Low-Income Kids are Left to Confront the Aftermath. After having read it, I decided it might be better to just write a blog post about it, and so here we are.

The article’s primary focus is on people living in communities affected by mass school shootings and what happens in the aftermath as they struggle for their own survival which can sometimes also mean struggling with whether or not to stay in those communities. The article's take on it appears to me to be that the more affluent can leave while those not as affluent are constrained to stay because of their circumstances. There's a whole lot more to the article than just that, of course, but that's the primary focus in a nutshell from my perspective. 

That being said, the numbers don't always tell the whole story, though.

The author began the article with ‘Columbine’.

Screen Capture From the Article

As media is so often times inclined to do, they used Columbine as the start point in this article. It's not surprising to me. Because my family was directly affected by the Columbine massacre, and because I eventually moved my family out of the Columbine community, I guess I can weigh in with some personal information and perspective related to the issue. 

The focus of this article is on families that leave their communities following a mass school shooting. I must say I'm honestly not sure how many families actually moved away immediately following this massacre. I do know many families acceded to their kids' wishes to graduate from Columbine. Those parents may have moved away after their kids graduated, but I have no way of knowing that.

In my own personal case, I moved my family out of the Columbine community not too long after Anne Marie graduated from Columbine High School. Nathan wanted to graduate from Columbine, too. Although he wasn't too happy about it, he had to commute to do so because of the move to Bailey, CO. He graduated from Columbine two years after Anne Marie.

Moving was a difficult decision for me, but I felt I had to make it. I'm pretty sure others who 'could' do a move after the massacre did so for any number of reasons, some similar to my own and others for completely different reasons. So, when studies like this come out and focus primarily on the financial capability of those who choose to relocate, it appears to me that it gives the impression finances play a singular role in those families wanting to do so and/or being able to do so. That's my opinion, of course, but I believe it's a valid opinion. To be clear, the article does also talk about some other issues than just affluence, or lack thereof. Those things just aren't the primary focus.

I struggled with a lot of things following the Columbine massacre (as did so many others), but the singular thing that motivated me to move my family I remember most is that we were not doing for ourselves what we needed to do to heal and survive as a family. The Columbine community was, quite literally, doing for us what we should have been doing for ourselves. Because of that, I realized our mental, emotional, psychological, and physical well-being were in dire peril, and addressing those four life considerations became the prime motivating factors for the move. The fact we weren't addressing them was the catalyst that pushed me to actually make the move.

I get that more affluent folks can often times do what less affluent folks can, and that those who are less affluent are often times constrained in considerations like those being discussed in the article. Thing is, I didn’t consider myself affluent. We were comfortable, but certainly not affluent as I understand the meaning of the word. The 'affluent' descriptor was something the media used to describe the Columbine community following the massacre. 

I also get that making a decision to uproot from everything familiar and comfortable and moving out of a community that has long been a huge portion of one's life is an extremely difficult choice to have to make.

To be honest and blunt, there were quite a few in the Columbine community who were indignant with, and scornful of, me for quite awhile after I made the move. Things like "how could you move after everything that was done for you" kept coming up over and over. My feelings of guilt were palpable. My kids weren’t happy with me either. I quite literally had to shut those things out and do what I thought was best for my family because I believed we weren’t going to survive as a family if I didn’t do something drastic, and that’s what I did….I moved my family.

Following the massacre at Columbine High School our community and nation galvanized. They came together to help in the aftermath of this senseless massacre. This help would go on for months for some of us and would even stretch into a year, at least for my family. It was more than enough for many. It certainly was for me.

Help took many different forms. I can't, and won't, speak for any of the other families, but the help my family received went above and beyond anything I could ever have imagined it would, much less hope for. Things like meals brought to the hospital for visiting family and friends all the way through Anne Marie's stay at Swedish Medical Center and Craig Hospital (April 20, 1999 through August 15, 1999 to help give some perspective). After her discharge from Craig, the meals would continue through the one year anniversary. They were brought to the hotel in which we stayed until our new house was ready. After we moved into our new home, the meals were brought there. There was so much, we eventually had to seek out storage in friend's freezers to not let it go to waste. Looking back now, I should have donated the extra to shelters, to those in need of food. I wasn't thinking clearly, though. My reluctance to even go grocery shopping following Carla's suicide was based in fear - fear we would run out of food, fear of being confronted by curious shoppers who might recognize me and intrude on my privacy, fear if I donated food meant for us it would offend someone.

Donations kept pouring in, both monetary and other. The Home Builder's Association took care of all costs associated with renovating our new home to accommodate Anne Marie's disability. Sherry, our Victim's Advocate, made sure we received everything Anne Marie would need like a stair glide, a lift from the garage into the house, etc., from the Victim Compensation Fund in Colorado. Offers were made from family and friends to ‘spell’ us in our vigil during Anne Marie's hospital stay so we could get some much needed rest. Government agencies came to us, not the other way around, to offer assistance in sorting out the details of our response to this tragedy. Private organizations came to us, not the other way around, offering their assistance, their facilities, and their resources to help. Churches, pastors and parishioners came to us, not the other way around, offering their counseling, their help in any way we might be able to think of. My employer, the U.S. Bureau of Reclamation, sent out a call for other Federal employees to consider donating their ‘use or lose’ annual leave so I could keep my job at full pay and still be able to take care of my family instead of having to go back to the office after my own sick leave and annual leave ran out. This single act allowed me to be a stay at home Dad and try to take care of my family's needs for almost two full years at full pay.

The initial outpouring of generosity would go on well into the summer of 1999 during Anne Marie's recovery in the Critical Care Unit and into her stay in the Multi-Trauma Unit and beyond. While it diminished slightly during her stay at Craig Hospital, it didn't even come close to stopping. I'd never experienced anything like it! The caring, the giving - I couldn't believe it.

After awhile, when we'd get asked what we needed or even what we'd like, we had no definitive answers. We really didn't know what we needed or wanted. The fact is we were headed into uncharted territory for our family, as were so many others going through rehab at Craig Hospital. I'd sometimes look at those families; share their grief, their anxiety, and their hopes for the future for their injured family member. I'd look introspectively at all the help my family was getting and be even more thankful than I already was. I couldn't imagine what those other families were going through. Would the assistance they received be enough?

While we were at Craig Hospital, I remember a young man going through rehab at Craig. He was from St. Louis. He'd been injured and paralyzed in a construction accident. We talked quite a lot about his situation. He told me about his efforts to work with his insurance provider and how difficult it was. I felt guilty because the insurance coverage for Anne Marie wasn't even an issue. While I had to coordinate with the health insurance company, they took care of virtually everything. I didn't see any paperwork. I didn't have to sign anything. This young man, on the other hand, had to wage a constant battle to make sure he got the coverage he needed. Were we getting special treatment from our insurance provider because of Columbine? I honestly don't know. What I do know is I felt sympathy for this young man. He was in his mid-twenties and had, through no fault of his own (same with Anne Marie and all the others affected by the Columbine massacre), been thrust into a future fraught with uncertainty, a future of new and difficult challenges. Why should we be treated any differently than him? The help we were receiving was of a magnitude completely outside our individual control. His situation helped me realize I'd eventually not only want to, but actually need to, do something to give back somehow some of the generosity our family received. We did some of that in a very small but incredibly rewarding way for everyone involved by engaging in something we called "Wood for Warmth". I'll write about that in another blog post at some point.

Editorials in the local papers, comments from their readership, and letters to the editors began taking another turn during all of this. Some said the families of the victims of Columbine, were receiving and asking for more. Some said they were sick and tired of hearing about this massacre and that the victim's families needed to get over it and get on with their lives. Others quietly, and behind the scenes, continued their selfless efforts to help. It was becoming clear this event was having a serious and divisive effect on everyone, perhaps even as much, or even more so, than the event itself from what I was hearing and seeing.

The event, in other words, was the catalyst for results in the aftermath of the event that would have both a devastating and a healing effect, if that makes any sense at all.

I was offended at some of the things being said, to say the least. None of us had asked for this to happen to us. Why couldn't people understand what we were going through? I just couldn't understand why everyone wasn't equally sharing in our grief, our pain, our suffering. In reality, that was naïve of me. That was selfish of me. That was unrealistic of me. 

The generosity was so pervasive (in a positive way), so heartfelt, so caring, I began to get used to getting it, to begin taking it for granted so to speak. Taking advantage of all the good will certainly wasn't something I wanted to do. It just happened, and I allowed it to happen. That's when ‘enough’ actually became ‘more than enough’, although I didn't grasp it at the time.

Katherine, on one of her home visits to work with Anne Marie, tossed the car keys to me after her session with Anne Marie was done, and told me we were going grocery shopping. She knew what was going on. She could see it. She felt it. She experienced it. She'd been a single Mom for 14 years raising two, and then three, kids of her own. She knew what was now being required of me as a single parent. She'd already gone through what I was now experiencing. She didn't pull any punches about it either. I wasn't accepting the fact I was now a single parent. I wasn't taking full responsibility to take care of my family by doing for ourselves what others were so generously doing for us. I'd taken advantage of all the good will sent our way. I couldn't bring myself to decline anything that was offered. 

My insecurities were tormenting me full force.

I told her I couldn't do it. She told me it wasn't an option, and we went.

Going through the store, I was actually fearful; fearful someone might recognize me and try to engage me in conversation about my family. That was the last thing I wanted to have happen. It didn't happen. My anxiety was palpable, but unwarranted.

As we went from aisle to aisle putting things into the shopping cart, Katherine told me this was something I'd have to do from now on. I told her in what I thought was a kind of joking tone she shouldn't expect the feminine side of me to come out. She scoffed at me, and rightfully so. This wasn't something to be joking about. I was a single parent. I needed to take that very seriously, and be both parents for my kids.

The generosity continued, but at a slower pace. The meals eventually came to a stop. The person coordinating all of that was understandably exhausted, and had decided, rightfully so, it was time to let us fend for ourselves once again.

My kids grew distant. They spent virtually all their time in their rooms when at home. I installed an intercom system so we wouldn't need to yell at each other when something was needed. That just contributed more to the isolation we were experiencing. It wasn't even necessary, once the intercom was up and working, to even see each other face to face anymore.

Nathan got a part time job in addition to being in school. Anne Marie was in school part time. She volunteered to work in the school infirmary with the school nurse.

When the kids were attending to their activities, I spent my spare time in front of my computer screen, typing emails, communicating with family in other states, basically trying to impose my misery on them. I didn’t consciously realize that at the time, but it was most certainly a subconscious effort to get them to feel even more sorry for me than they already did.

I was feeling alone and so helpless. Self-pity wasn't something I wanted to indulge in, but it was becoming a serious problem for me.

Anne Marie became unwilling to engage in many of the physical activities she needed to do to keep her in healthy physical condition not only to help prevent further debilitating conditions from developing, but to also hopefully be able to someday walk again. And, to be clear, not one of her doctors ruled out the possibility of her one day walking again.....not one! Pushing her to do the things she needed to do to stay physically healthy became problematic for me. Questions arose as to how hard should I push. Counsel I got from health experts universally said to push her hard. In addition, while she agreed to counseling and therapy for her mental and emotional well-being initially, she dropped it after our move to the mountains. I didn't push the issue of continuing the counseling and therapy like I probably could have or even should have.

Nathan flatly refused professional counseling and therapy for himself. He took refuge in commiserating with his friends instead.

I sought help from a family therapist, but felt it wasn't doing any good. All I was doing was talking and not really putting forth the effort I would need to in order to progress. So I dropped this therapy. Later, I would seek help from a licensed Psychologist. This, too, seemed ineffective to me. Again, I must take responsibility for not putting forth the effort I needed to in order to progress. I gave up on therapy thinking it should have done more for me, when, in reality, I should have been doing more for myself. It's a difficult thing to admit, but true.

Even in my own personal fog, I began to see the downward spiral my family was in. I eventually realized I needed to do something drastic in order for my family to survive....hence, the move to Bailey.

When Katherine came into our lives, she did so at the request of another Columbine family who saw the downward spiral my family was in. She remembers the story I told above about the grocery store visit a bit differently than I told it.

Katherine: 

My recall of the story you tell about the grocery store visit is a bit different than mine. Since you mentioned it I feel it is okay to speak to this event. While at your home for a session with Anne Marie I noticed her diet was consisting of a Costco size barrel of cheese puffs, soda, tootsie pops and McDonald's fare when she could con Nathan and Jayson into picking it up for her. Given the amount of meals being brought to your family at the time and from what I had seen the great quality of the food I couldn’t understand why she was choosing junk! We had had more than one conversation with regard to the type of diet that was necessary for her body and it's healing; foods high in protein, fibers for digestion, vitamin rich sources, etc., and the energy foods that would aid, not hinder her progress. The only explanation she offered was an emotion tug, if you will, to dismiss my repetition on the subject, "It's not my mothers cooking". I will admit this did back me up for a minute or two until I realized the ploy. When I asked her what her favorite meal was that her mother had prepared and she couldn't think of one, I started to get the picture. When I asked her what she would eat she explained her father wasn't doing any shopping and nothing in the house appealed to her. It was then that I handed her a piece of paper and a pen and asked her to make a list of groceries. She wrote a few items on the list; bologna, Kraft singles, some white bread. Nothing major but at least she was making an effort. It was then that I proceeded to the family room where you, Ted, were watching TV and asked you to take an inventory of the fridge and pantry to determine what might be needed. By the look on your face at the time I am pretty sure you were thinking either I was over stepping or losing it. You did however do what I had asked and added to the list Anne Marie had started. It was then that I handed you your shoes and explained I wasn't going to do it for you but that I would accompany you to the store if you were not up to making the trip alone. Again judging by the look on your face at the time, while you agreed, you were not pleased. And by the way you did just fine. Having been a single parent myself for sometime your argument that it was all too hard and too much for one person to me seemed far from realistic, you were now a single parent and given all the bases that needed covering anything other than rising to the occasion was a waste of time. Oh, and the comment you made about "just don't ask me to bring out my feminine side", as I remember my response to you was along the lines of "I didn't ask you to paint your toe nails and wear pantyhose.” Rather, it was to accept the dual role you would need to fill both as nurturing caregiver and father.

So, it was shoes she ‘tossed’ (just kidding) at me, not keys! Yeah, I deserved everything she threw at me, no getting around it. Like I said above, she saw things I basically chose not to see. She told it like it was. The thing is, everything she said helped me realize I wasn't being honest with myself. She didn't pull any punches, and, at the time, I guess maybe I did resent her honesty and candor a bit if I'm truly honest with myself. I had edginess, rawness about me back then that I can only hope has diminished with time.

She often times told me I was in a ‘comfort zone’, that my ‘protective mode’ was always on high alert. And, she was absolutely right. I even got pretty good at feeling sorry for myself, too. So, thank you, Katherine, for your honesty, your integrity, and your grittiness. Thank you, too, for loving me.

And I still ain't gonna paint my toenails and wear pantyhose.

So, was the move to Bailey the best thing I could have done for my family? I guess that depends on one's perspective. In the end, Anne Marie chose to estrange herself from my side of her family including Nathan. I suspect that outcome may have happened whether we stayed in Littleton or not. The details of why that happened aren't something I will discuss in any forum. That, and many other things, have been difficult by anyone's measure, to be sure. But we have survived, and we continue to strive for healing and the highest good of all.

The healing journey continues…..

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How Did You Feel the 20th of April, 1999?

It's been 20+ years now since the school massacre known as 'Columbine'. It is very difficult, even now, to revisit a lot of what happened that day, although I still get asked that question more times than I care to remember.

The emotions surrounding the events of that day can be, and sometimes still are, visceral, palpable, raw. They'll likely remain that way for as long as I live.

I reference 'events' of the day in the plural form because the massacre was not a single event. April 20, 1999 did not begin, nor did it end, with the onset and cessation of this violent conflagration. Not even close!

Even after the last explosive devices were detonated and the last shots were fired, the 'events' of the day continued and multiplied for everyone involved in this incident...families of those who were murdered, families of those who were injured, families of those who were there that day and survived with no outward physical injuries, the Columbine Community, and beyond.

For so very many, the journey through those events, the labyrinth that was to become a maze of twists and turns, some good and some not so good, had just begun.

So, the emotions associated with those events are also referenced in the plural.

Things like:

• Ups, downs and everything imaginable in between
• Facing up to seemingly insurmountable obstacles
• Bucking up and surmounting at least some of those insurmountable obstacles
• Wanting to beat our heads against a wall because of the almost constant high anxiety
• Breathing sighs of relief in the few moments where the anxiety levels were almost bearable
• Facing fears for the future of our children, our families, our community
• Dealing with the disgust being felt toward the shooters and their families (it wouldn't be until later that I, personally, came to a personal acceptance that their families were not to blame for what the shooters had done)
• Welcoming anything....anything at all that gave rise to feelings of hope for the future
• Anticipating (with anxiety) all the bad news that brought dejection...dejection bordering on abject hopelessness
• Welcoming the kindness, compassion, and love shown by family, friends, community, and beyond
• Getting frustrated and sometimes angry with some of the self-centeredness exhibited by some folks
• And more....much, much more

Each and every one of those emotions are presented here in very broad, general terms. That's the way they'll stay for now. For me, personally, I must also add dealing with my first wife's mental illness....her fear, her loathing, and her delusional paranoia with psychotic episodes simmering just below the surface, all of which she was feeling and trying so very hard to keep in check

I know how all the emotions in the above list affected me. I do not pretend to speak for others on how those emotions, when bundled together, affected them.

In fact, for those whose family members were murdered that day, emotions were, I'm pretty sure, far different than the emotions experienced by those whose children were injured. Far, far different.

And, for those who were there...the 'survivors'..., emotions also were, I'm pretty sure, far different than the emotions experienced by those whose children were murdered or injured. Far, far different.

Those individuals have just recently begun coming to the fore and their feelings, their emotions, their trauma are being expressed by them more publicly than before both personally and in various groups. The Rebels Project is just one example of a trauma support organization that also has a trauma survivor/support group (The Rebels Project: Mass Shooting and Trauma Support).

The latter group is a private group and membership is limited to those who've suffered trauma as a result of gun violence and/or mass shootings. It's also by invitation only, so, if any readers of this blog post who meet membership requirements would like to, or need, trauma support from some pretty incredible members, please let me know and I'll nominate you through the group admins.

But I digress.....

For me, when bundled together in a day that seemed to have no end, those emotions rendered me numb, almost to the point of being mindless.

• Just go with the flow
• Let things fall where they may
• Rely on the professionals to do their jobs
• Stay in the background as much as possible
• Don't get in the way
• Look to the future no matter how premature that might be, plan for the worst, but also hope for the best
• Try to stay focused
• Above all else, be strong (yeah, right)

How does one realistically address the maelstrom swirling around everyone affected by this shitstorm? Seriously....how does one go about doing the things and making decisions about those critical things that fall solely on one's own shoulders....no one else's shoulders, one's OWN shoulders....that could mean the difference between life and death for a loved one? Seriously....

Taken individually, handling these emotions one by one might actually have been possible. Taken in the aggregate, especially with what was going down, they were, quite literally, mind numbing!

A psychological self-defense mechanism kicked in for me from the moment I first heard there was a school shooting taking place at my kids' school...one of numbness. It was my own personal coping mechanism. It pretty much lasted throughout the day and far into the night, but the next day.....

The details of that specific day have become somewhat hazy.....not forgotten, just hazy.

But the one word that best describes all the feelings above that I've tried to explain in such a manner so people will be able to understand, to accept, to be able to wrap their heads around, to empathize somehow and then all rolled into one for me is numb.

I felt numb.

When the day after April 20, 1999 dawned cold, rainy, and heavy laden with misery for so many families whose lives were irrevocably altered by 'Columbine', reality took on a whole new meaning:

It was after that first day, April 20, 1999, that reality began to set in, a reality that a lot of folks struggled with in trying to describe their own situations in such a way that others might understand, might be able to comprehend, might be able to even begin to wrap their heads around.

Cliches and analogies became commonplace:

• New normal
• Wheels fell off
• Runaway freight train
• Worst school massacre in history (although it wasn't)
• It DID happen here
• We are Columbine
• We are ALL Columbine 

....to name a few.

Little did any of us know on that day that all those descriptors...all the cute, trite cliches and analogies would come to be associated with 'Columbine' and kind of even become a baseline of sorts for other school massacres.

There were massacres prior to 'Columbine', and there have been many massacres after 'Columbine'.

Every single one of those massacres deserves to be remembered in their own right and to be recognized for their own unique place in the unwelcome, unwanted 'community' of those affected by these atrocities.

None is more or less tragic than another.

And I'll end this blog post on that note.

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How Can People With Suicidal/Homicidal Ideation Be Helped?

Three years ago I was asked a series of questions by a high school student from Medellin, Columbia. One of those questions was "How Can People With Suicidal/Homicidal Ideation Be Helped".

Because September is National Suicide Prevention Month, I decided to reprise the blog post I wrote then in response to her question with some revisions/updates.

Disclaimer: To be very clear right from the get go on this blog post.....

I am NOT a medical professional, nor do I claim to have any medical training in the areas of mental illness and criminology. I'm not a doctor, a psychologist, a psychiatrist, a therapist, a social worker, or any other member of the medical community anyone can conjure up. I'm not a member of law enforcement of any kind, either.

I am merely someone in the lay community having a modicum of personal experience as a direct result of the near homicide of two of my children and the successful act of suicide of my first wife, Carla. As such, what I'm about to present must also be taken with that old proverbial grain of salt.

My experiences do not, in and of themselves, make me a 'subject matter expert' by any stretch of anyone's imagination. They do, however, give me a basis or platform from which to be able to speak to the issue of mental illness and the role it may play in causing some to engage in the acts of suicide and homicide, and I do so strictly from my own personal perspective and biases.

Random Sputterings

The quote above is something I came across in my random surfing on the Internet (some things out there are actually useful in some ways). This quote goes directly to the heart of what's being asked in the blog post title.

If one approaches trying to help someone exhibiting symptoms of suicidal or homicidal ideation, both of which I believe are symptoms of a mental illness in some form, does trying to help 'someone' mean someone else, or does it mean ones' own self? This is an extremely important distinction in my opinion.

Mental illness takes many forms. We've all heard of depression as one of the more common mental illnesses. Many have also heard of schizophrenia as another. Bipolar disorder is just one more in what could ultimately be a very long list.

But when it gets into more complex and pervasive psychoses such as delusional paranoia with psychotic episodes, what we do know is that we know very little!

I can tell you that when delusional paranoia and psychotic episodes manifest together, the symptoms basically consist of hallucinations during what might be compared to a very bad trip on LSD...sans the LSD. At least that's the modality Carla presented from her initial diagnosis in 1996 forward.

She also suffered from severe depression, very...severe...depression. But that's about all I can tell you other than it was incurable according to every single one of her medical caregivers.

I do not know what caused it. I do not know what treatment regimens might have been more effective than the ones she was on. Neither did the medical profession. They were quite literally flummoxed by not being able to effectively treat her symptoms and in formulating a treatment regimen they knew would need to be consistently re-evaluated and tweaked as symptoms ebbed and flowed. They told me the disease of mental illness is pretty much fluid in its manifestation, and, as such, it demands flexibility in treatment regimens being designed and used.

Because Carla suffered from delusional paranoia with psychotic episodes accompanied by severe depression, that will be my focus from this point forward in this blog post relative to suicidal ideation. Those details are details of my own reality in trying to help her to at least be able to cope enough to be able to live a reasonably 'normal' life.

Please note, however, as the quote in the meme above should be interpreted, 'normal' is a relative term applicable to any number of situations. After all, we all define our own 'normal' as being unique to ourselves, do we not?

In the final analysis, when we talk about mental illness we're basically talking about mental capacity affected by an illness that no one I'm aware of, not even in the medical community, can actually pinpoint a cause of, much less prescribe a treatment regimen that will control it with 100% efficacy, a treatment regimen that may include both medications and hospitalization with intense therapy. Medical professionals know there is no cure for this malady. They also know helping control the symptoms of it is on the order of being a crap shoot of sorts.

To be fair, I believe the medical community was stymied by Carla's condition. She was on what they called a medical cocktail of 9 different medications when she put that gun to her temple and pulled the trigger to end her life.

And, to be brutally honest, I struggled for a very, very long time wondering if I did everything I possibly could have to help her cope, to help her so that she would have chosen life over death.

She was smart. She was meticulous in her planning. She was almost diabolical in the methodology she chose to end her life. But, most of all, she was determined.

Nothing was going to stop her from carrying out this act. Not the medical profession. Not me. Not the knowledge her kids would grow up without their Mother there to attend those special events in their lives and to watch them as they matured into adulthood. None of those things were considerations for her. That is not a condemnation. It is simply how it was.

To those having a more 'normal' mental disposition/capacity, this is almost beyond comprehension, and therein lies the frustration in trying to effectively answer the question posed by the blog post title from my own personal perspective because I failed to prevent her from taking her own life. The question I must ask myself is what makes me qualified in any way, shape, or form to speak to this issue with any modicum of knowledge when the end result of my efforts was failure?

Pretty morbid thinking, eh? It's my reality, though...like it or not.

Ultimately, though, I've come to accept that the decision to end her own life was hers, and hers alone....sort of like the decision made by the shooters of Columbine to wreak such havoc on the lives of so many others when they did what they did. Their decision to carry out an act of homicide was theirs and theirs alone.

Speaking of homicidal ideation....

This area is more nebulous, especially for me. The shooters of Columbine were both homicidal and suicidal. I don't know if they started their mayhem being suicidal, but that's how it all ended.

Honestly, I don't know if I can even provide any insight whatsoever into helping someone with homicidal ideation.

In many respects, the same treatment regimens might apply to homicidal ideation as apply to suicidal ideation as long as those ideations present themselves and a clinical diagnosis can be made in which case evaluating and implementing a treatment regimen takes place.

Medical professionals are supposed to be consulted and they are supposed to be relied upon to provide their best, most professional help possible. Or so the thinking goes, but, once again, in reality it's almost a crap shoot.

In the case of the shooters of Columbine, the ensuing investigation revealed certain indicators, red flags if you will, that were definitely missed by many professionals in their respective fields. Those red flags, had they been acted upon, may ultimately have prevented this massacre, but no one knows with 100% certainty that they would have. I say this only from the perspective there's also no way I am 100% certain that had I done anything different I would have prevented Carla's suicide.

With Carla's mental illness, I had the advantage of basically knowing she was suicidal. I'm still not so sure that knowledge was evident with anyone involved with the shooters of Columbine, at least not blatantly so.

And, if none of the above seems to offer any modicum of how to help someone presenting with suicidal or homicidal ideation, perhaps what we should really be discussing is a pervasive negative stigma that is all too often associated with virtually any form of mental illness. Perhaps understanding that negative stigma associated with mental illness should be the first step in being able to effectively help those suffering from this malady.

Negative stigma associated with mental illness is arguably the single biggest stumbling block preventing those who suffer from this malady from seeking the help they may so desperately need.

Far too many of those who consider themselves to be 'normal' do not understand, much less know how to acknowledge, accept, and interact with someone suffering from mental illness. That is simply a statement of fact.

Those who consider themselves to be 'normal' often times react to aberrant behavior of any kind as the perpetrator being 'crazy' or perhaps 'bonkers' or perhaps some other derogatory label. Every single one of those labels contributes to the negative stigma associated with mental illness in any form. That, too, is simply a statement of fact.

In all the research I've done since my own family's trauma, in all the heartache associated with that trauma one thing stands out: There is an almost unrelenting ignorance of those on the outside looking in.

Ignorance is bliss.

Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for May 20, 2012

Being ignorant doesn't equate to stupidity. Rather, it just means someone isn't knowledgeable about something if they are ignorant of, or ignorant in, that something. That's all.

So, when people hear or read things about the shooters of Columbine, as just one example, their reaction is one of disgust, anger, and sometimes even a modicum of fear of 'the crazies' who did this. A fear of 'the loonies' who commit other massacres.

But to so casually refer to the shooters in massacres as 'the crazies' also displays not only a sense of ignorance of the disease of mental illness, but an insensitivity toward those who suffer from it.

That...that right there is what needs to be addressed first and foremost in a very long process of increased awareness and self-education necessary in overcoming the negative stigma associated with this disease. If we choose not to do this, we may very well end up like Calvin and Hobbes did in the cartoon above....being careful so as not to have learned anything from our own experiences regardless of how traumatic those experiences might be.

So, in the end, have I answered the question posed in the blog post title? I guess it depends upon one's own perspective.

If readers of this blog post were looking for a clinical diagnosis or dissertation on how best to go about helping those suffering from mental illness, this question will, by virtue of the fact I am not a medical professional, remain unanswered.

If, on the other hand, readers of this blog post choose to take what I've provided based upon my own experience with that proverbial grain of salt I talked about at the very beginning, then perhaps the question has been answered...to a degree.

No one ever promised anyone a rose garden. Mental illness in any form is a complex disease accompanied by complex issues. How anyone approaches providing help to someone else or seeking help they, themselves, may need is a very personal choice.

One final thought....any choice made to follow whatever treatment regimen one might come up with is going to be fraught with inherent risks. It's ultimately going to be up to the individual suffering from mental illness to decide which risks to address.

Perhaps some of them.

Perhaps all of them.

There are no easy answers....a simple statement of fact.

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Emergency Management - What Is It?

Emergency management....what the heck is it and why should anyone care?

I don't know how many times when people ask me what I do and I tell them I'm an emergency management specialist, they look at me like what planet are you from? Well, in the interest of full transparency, I'm a retired emergency management specialist, but I still get that same look no matter how I couch it.

For those who've never really thought about or heard of emergency management it's nothing more, really, than managing emergencies...or trying to as it were.

On a broad societal scale, the definition in the graphic above applies and it takes someone with a certain skill-set to be able to 'game the system' in order to make it work.

On an individual level, though, we've all done it, and we're all gonna continue to do it....especially if we have accident prone kids or we're responsible for accident prone adults like me.

We manage cuts, bruises, scratches, broken bones - you know, those common-place emergencies some of us are faced with more often than we'd like to admit. It's when we do really stupid things like putting a running chainsaw across our knee (like I did a few years back) that those who know how to sew that sucker back up get to work their magic to save the day!

Some will tell you Moms are generally better at the 'garden variety' types of emergencies, especially when it comes to their kids.

Some guys will tell you no way - men are inherently better at it for whatever egotistical reason(s) they can come up with.

In actuality, it can go both ways.

When Moms respond if their kids (or idiotic husbands like me with a chainsaw) are in danger, they usually do so with a calmness and strength unmatched anywhere. Many Dads in the same situation become quivering piles of useless jello (myself included).

Emergency management is a very simple concept, really. Emergencies occur, we respond to them based upon our own level of expertise and knowledge. Simple as that. Some people might even consider getting up in the morning to be an emergency situation - at least until the coffee is made and in a cup within reach!

It's when the emergencies get too big to handle by ourselves that we often times run into trouble. The old adage, 'sink or swim' often plays a much larger role in our response than most of us would be willing to admit. That's also when most of us have enough sense to call in reinforcements to help.

We call the fire department if we have a house fire...well, we call 911 and they dispatch the fire department.

We call the police (again, we call 911) if we experience a break in (unless we have our own self-defense planned for and implemented - well, we eventually have to call the police anyway).

We rely on EMTs to save our lives if we have a heart attack.

And the list goes on.

That's how the 'system' is supposed to work.

Regardless of the scenario, we use a process to arrive at whatever decisions we must make in order to survive. Our own personal level(s) of preparedness often dictate how well we actually respond if, and when, the time comes to do so.

Government is no different in this regard....ALL levels of government.

It's when the everyday 'garden variety' emergencies get out of control that more help is needed and calls go out for assistance.

What's a 'garden variety' emergency, you ask? It's one that a local jurisdiction can handle all by itself...or should handle all by itself, the operative word here being 'should'. Minor discipline problems at school ring a bell as just one example? This is an issue that's getting a LOT of attention here lately what with more calls for increased law enforcement presence in our schools.

But I digress.....

When this occurs, depending upon the response readiness and capability of the next higher level of government, assistance can be immediate or it can be the opposite. In this regard, emergency management can actually be considered a sort of art form if it's done right. Unfortunately, more often than not, emergency management falls far short of what it should. Why is that? The answer(s) may surprise you.

For one....lack of preparedness (everyone, not just first responders). How many times have we heard lamentations that someone never thought it could happen to them in their safe, close-knit community?

If that's the lamentation it also means little to no preparation took place before the emergency slapped them upside their heads with a heavy dose of reality....that IT CAN HAPPEN HERE...and EVERYWHERE!

It's the IT that we need to figure out and get ready to respond to, and that ain't happening as much as it needs to.

Another one....no mitigation activities, not even an analysis of what MIGHT be done to reduce the likelihood of an event's occurrence, much less trying to eliminate the possibility.

Yet another....response deficiencies in the form of inadequate equipment, lack of appropriate and intensive enough training.

And, finally....problems with recovery including such things as disaster relief, rebuilding infrastructure, insurance issues, victim's assistance, and counseling.

Those are just a few in a very long list of things that come into play and need to be considered when preparing for emergency and disaster events.

Bottom line, emergency management consists of five preparedness missions:

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If any single mission in this cycle is left out or given less attention than it deserves, the entire process literally falls apart.

Compare the emergency management cycle to the following one below illustrating an 'illogical' gun violence cycle (which, by the way, can be applied to virtually any scenario and/or hazard), and you might just get a better idea of the obstacles we all face in this process:

Add to this the reality many organizations do not recognize, much less accept, their moral, ethical, and legal responsibilities regarding emergency management, and we're looking at a serious recipe for disaster.

So, what's the big deal when it comes to emergency management? Well, it pretty much boils down to a process, a 'system' as it were. Emergency management is the entire process...the whole shebang!

Each individual 'preparedness mission' is an individual phase of an emergency management 'process' that falls under the umbrella of the emergency management 'program'.

For example, response (which is what many of us pay the most attention to because it's also the most visible of all the phases when the proverbial kaka hits the fan) is an action.

And that's where the art form comes in.

We hail our heroes when their response goes above and beyond, and deservedly so. They risk their lives in order to do what they do.

Emergency managers, however, work behind the scenes in an effort to try to make sure the responses go as planned.

That requires every single responder, every single response organization, every single government agency at every level that may have a role in a response and recovery operation, every volunteer organization, and every single organization responsible for providing for the safety of an 'at risk' group (like school children, maybe) must work together beforehand to try to:

1. Communicate their ideas with each other,
2. Coordinate their plans and activities with each other,
3. Cooperate across agency and jurisdictional boundaries with each other, and
4. Collaborate with each other.

There's a ton of information out there to help in this process (here's a partial list of resources for school safety I've compiled for my own blog as just one example: School Safety Resources).

If it's done right, response to emergency and even disaster events can be pretty seamless and efficient.

If it isn't done right, there will be hell to pay.

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Columbine Aftermath: Would You Forgive the Shooters?

Columbine Memorial
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Awhile back, a high school student from Medellin, Columbia asked me a series of questions about 'Columbine' as part of a project she was doing in her English class.

What follows is my answer to Question #4 in the Series:

Would You Forgive the Shooters?

Oh, I don't know....

What time of day is it?

What day of the week is it?

What month of the year is it?

Who am I with, and what are we discussing?

Am I 'required' to forgive the shooters?

Will forgiving the shooters make me a happy person?

Will my forgiving the shooters make a difference in anyone's life, much less my own? I mean, they're dead, right?

Seems like the more I tried to come up with an answer to the original question, the more confused, frustrated, and emotional I became. Truth is, English is a very strange language....very strange, indeed.

In its proper context, the original question sounds as if this student was asking me to forgive the shooters.

Not "could".

Not "should".

Not "can".

Not "may" (wait...that's not proper English, is it?).

No. The question asks "would" I forgive the shooters.

Now, given that the question is being asked by someone whose English is a second language, I can certainly understand how the would could (see what I did there) be seen as asking me to do something especially by those whose primary language is English...in this case to forgive the shooters of Columbine. 

I'm not so sure that's what was being asked of me, though. In fact, I'm pretty sure that is not what was being asked of me.

The question did, however, prompt me to analyze what was being asked almost to death before coming up with anything at all that might even remotely answer it.

When I gave it some of that good old fashioned analytical thought, the list of questions above kept popping into my head and kind of prevented me from making any kind of progress whatsoever. After all, those questions weren't the ones being asked. The question was/is: "Would you forgive the shooters?"

So many things came to mind, and still do.

None of those things, however, not one single one of them, directly answer that simple, straightforward, brutally honest question seeking an equally simple, straightforward, brutally honest answer.

The thoughts were there, but the words never seemed to come out quite the way I wanted them to in order to convey to the reader the enormity of what's being asked here. I'm still not sure what I'm writing now even conveys the thoughts I want to convey.

But, at some point I came to the realization and acceptance if I didn't put something down in writing now, then it wasn't going to happen at all.

I also realize and accept the tenor of the question, itself, is directed at me and not at anyone else.

I think that's the hardest part in all of this....being asked to share feelings I'm not really actually ready to share even after all these years since April 20, 1999. 

So, I won't....share those feelings I'm still uncomfortable with, that is. 

Sorry, just can't do it, and the questions listed above will remain unanswered....at least in this blog post.

I do, however, have a bottom line in all of this, and that's that I'd really rather completely forget about the shooters, but can't by virtue of the fact this event keeps rearing its ugly head even after all these years.

That ugly head evinces emotions and mood swings in me still; some more positive than others, some more negative than others. 

So, it kind of depends on what kind of mood I happen to be in at any given time whether the shooters will be forgiven at that particular moment in time, and whether at that particular moment in time I happen to actually be giving one, or both, of them even an iota of thought.

To me, forgiveness, or the absence of resentment, isn't a one time thing. 

No sirree....not at all....especially when it comes to the two shooters of Columbine --- and especially when the actual shooting, in and of itself, isn't the only thing that arguably needs to be forgiven!

How can it be when something like the root cause(s) of Columbine are the subject of the conversation? Those root causes continue to be points of ongoing discussion and points of ongoing contention. 

Therefore, the two shooters of Columbine are....not were....are, at the very core of the root causes for this massacre by virtue of the mental illness involved, easy access to both 'legal' and 'illegal' weaponry, and their desire to be 'infamous' to name a few.

Today.

Still.

Ongoing.

Personally, root causes are the kinds of things that come to my mind almost immediately when asked any question(s) about Columbine.

Not the two shooters.

Not even what they did.

Rather:

Why they did it.

How they did it.

And, finally, what can be done in the future to help prevent something like this from ever happening again! 

Those are the things I think about....and, that right there is my 'forgiveness', if one wants to call it that and if you can catch my drift for the shooters of Columbine.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

It ain't easy. It's ongoing. It's a life's journey.

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Columbine Aftermath: How're You Doing?

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The Columbine High School shooting, April 20, 1999

A few years ago I participated in a four part interview for a website titled It Can Happen Here (ICHH).

ICHH formed not too long after the massacre at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, CT. Its primary focus was on promoting school safety.

Unfortunately the site is no longer active.

Because it is no longer active, I thought it might be ok to amend, update, and reboot a newer version of my interviews in that series. This post is the first. The other three interviews will follow at later dates.

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ICHH: Your daughter, Anne Marie, was shot and severely injured at Columbine April 20, 1999 and your son, Nathan, was in a science room for four hours that day but was physically unharmed. How are you and your family doing these many years later?

Ted Zocco-Hochhalter: Actually, there are more members of my family than Anne Marie, Nathan, and me. There's Katherine, Shawn, Jessi, and Bobby, as well. I'll be talking about each of them later in this blog post.

To be brutally honest, I really don't know how Anne Marie is doing today.

Tragedies tend to either bind families together or they break families apart.

Anne Marie's relationship with me and mine with her had been strained for quite some time. It came to a head in December 2009 at which time she chose to part ways with my side of her family. I won't go into the causative details here simply because it would serve no constructive or positive purpose.

As far as how I'm doing now is concerned, I'd have to say I'm still healing as we all are. The scars from Columbine and its aftermath are still there, and they always will be. For what I consider to be obvious reasons the scars from the failed father/daughter relationship between Anne Marie and me are more difficult to bear in some ways than the ones from Columbine.

The people closest to me help me stay grounded. Their efforts to do so during the episode with Anne Marie were sorely tested, though.

The conflict with Anne Marie drove me into a depression so deep that for awhile I contemplated ending my own life. I'm especially grateful to Katherine for pulling me out of my funk. There are others, as well, but Katherine, more than anyone else, helped save me from myself. They all deserve better from me, and I intend to be better for them by never again putting them through what I did in this very turbulent time in our lives.

That being said, I've also come to accept that Anne Marie wants nothing to do with me or her immediate family. That required me to let go and move forward with my own life. It wasn't until I was able to accept that fact that I realized how much the rest of my family meant to me, and, thankfully, how much I meant to them. They all stood by me. They all supported me. They all urged me to move forward with my life. I finally heard them through my fog, and I'm forever grateful to all of them.

As has already been previously stated we are a Columbine family. That includes Katherine and her two children, Shawn and Jessi (my two step-children), and Bobby her (and now my) youngest.

Both Shawn and Jessi also attended Columbine for brief periods, Shawn prior to and Jessi following the tragedy there. Nathan was there April 20. Bobby was only three years old when Columbine happened.

We watched Nathan struggle following his experience with this tragedy.

He was offered therapy and refused it. His therapy was his friends. They supported him, he relied on them as they did on him. 

He struggled with direction, and I was less than effective in giving it to him. My primary focus was on being a caregiver for Anne Marie right, wrong, or indifferent.

He struggled with school. He wound up having to do remedial course work during the summer in order to graduate with his classmates. 

He worked but went from part-time job to part-time job. 

He was rarely home. When he was home most of his time was spent in his room or with friends he invited to the house. There was little family interaction.

After graduating from high school (his class was the last class of those who were there on April 20), he had trouble deciding what he wanted to do. So Katherine and I gave him three choices:

He could seek full-time employment and live at home or move out. That meant he'd have to pay rent either to a landlord or to us.

He could enroll in college, and we would support him however we could.

He could enlist in the military.

Nathan chose to enlist in the U.S. Navy.

He might not be willing to admit it or to agree with me, but I believe that decision was the best one he could have possibly made. His service in the military did more to help him work through some of his issues than any of us could have.

He came into his own. He's come a long way, and we're very proud of him.

Shawn was a Freshman at Columbine in the school year 1998-99. 

In November, 1998, Katherine, for reasons even she can't fully explain, felt compelled to move her family (she was a single Mom of three at that time) to Bailey, CO, a small rural very close-knit community southwest of the metro Denver area. 

If she hadn't moved her family to Bailey, Shawn would also have been at Columbine on April 20. He was close with some of the kids who were outside the school that day and who came under fire. Chances are pretty good if they hadn't moved, Shawn would have been with those kids that day.

He doesn't talk much about it, but he's doing well, and we're very proud of him, too.

Jessi attended Columbine after the tragedy. 

She'd gone to live with her Father for awhile, and enrolled at Columbine for a short duration.

To hear her tell it, her experience was kind of a mixed bag. She knew some of the kids, but she talked about how the atmosphere hadn't really changed all that much as a result of the tragedy. 

Prior to Jessi's enrollment at Columbine, and only a couple of months after the massacre, there was a double homicide of two kids in a local Subway sandwich shop nearby Columbine High School that, to this day, remains unsolved.

This tragedy rocked the community of Littleton. Much of the progress, the healing that had taken place was sorely tested. 

I mention this because the young woman who was murdered in this tragedy was a neighbor and friend of Jessi's. Understandably, this tragedy had a lasting effect on Jessi...another example of a true 'ripple effect'.

She's had her ups and downs, but has landed with both feet firmly planted. Proud of her? Very much so.

And then there's Bobby, our youngest. Prior to Katherine and me getting married, I took Bobby to a McDonald's one day for a happy meal. Watching him at play in the playground I became very sad, very introspective. He was only 5 years old at the time.

As I watched him interact with the other children, I had feelings wash over me I hadn't felt in a very long time. Feelings of hope for his future, feelings of insecurity as to how the two of us would grow together as he matured into a young man.

I guess these feelings could be considered normal under most other circumstances. I'd had them with both Anne Marie and Nathan when they were his age, too. But because of what happened at Columbine, they were intensified.

My confidence in my own ability to do these things for Bobby had been shaken to the core.

Questions began to plague me:

Would it be fair to put him into a situation like this - a family with so many issues to work through, so many dysfunctions for him to be exposed to?

Would he forever be living under the shadow of Columbine simply by his association with me? That's not what I wanted for him, but it was a distinct possibility.

That's when I began to realize how much innocence had been lost as a direct result of the tragedy at Columbine, not only for Bobby, but for all those other young children he was playing with, too. Every one of those children had parents who were affected in some way by that tragedy. Would it change the way they raised their own kids?

I also knew, in my heart that this event, while tragic, was also helping me be more aware of how much harder I needed to work at building and nurturing relationships with those whom I loved. Even though innocence had been lost, I realized it didn't mean it was gone.

Over the years, I've watched Bobby grow into a young man...a young man I am very proud of. I know we've had our ups and downs, ins and outs, overs, unders, arounds, and throughs, but I'm so proud that he calls me `Dad', and I'm so proud to be able to call him `Son' because he did me the honor of allowing me to adopt him on Valentine's Day, 2005.

Bobby is now in the fourth year of a six year enlistment in the U.S. Air Force.

I know he's seen me at my worst, as have Nathan, Shawn, and Jessi. Hopefully they've also seen me at my best and will remember those times, too.

We are also a Platte Canyon family. 

For those who may not know, September 27, 2006 Emily Keyes was held hostage along with six other female students at Platte Canyon High School in Bailey, CO. Emily was murdered by the hostage taker: Teenage hostage fatally shot after authorities stormed Platte Canyon High School.

Since that time, Emily's family became active in pushing for school safety by founding the I Love U Guys Foundation.

I bring this up because Shawn and Jessi both graduated from Platte Canyon High School prior to the tragedy there.

Bobby was home shooled from that point forward.

Why, you ask? Think about it.

What are the odds that 4 out of 5 of your children might be directly affected by not one, but two tragedies like this? That doesn't mean we hid Bobby from anything. On the contrary. Thank goodness for his older siblings, though, because they pretty much brought the hammer down whenever they felt he was going south on anything.

When we made the decision to pull him from the public elementary school he was attending at the time of the tragedy at Platte Canyon he was really upset with us. Over time we gave him the option of returning to public high school and he chose to stay home schooled instead.

And then there is Katherine.

Following the massacre, Katherine went into the Columbine community solo to try to help where she could and where she was invited. Her professional experience and expertise in neuromuscular re-education for spinal cord and brain injuries as well as trauma and emotional release work helped many in their healing process, both physically and emotionally.

It was through another Columbine family that Katherine came into our lives, and I'm so very grateful she did. Katherine gave more of herself to our family than anyone else and often times at the expense of her own time spent with her own children. So much of what she did went above and beyond anything anyone could have, or should have, expected. That she ultimately chose to love me and to marry me is something I treasure beyond words, and I always will.

It's taken me a very long time but I finally came to the realization that I also have something to offer in this life - my professional emergency management expertise, my life experiences, and my willingness albeit reluctant to come out of my own very dense fog to help advocate for safer schools.

I mentioned earlier that Nathan struggled following Columbine. All too often the siblings and extended family of mass shooting victims are overlooked, ignored, and kind of pushed into the background in tragedies like these. So are survivors who were there but not injured. So are their families. That, to me, is a tragedy in its own right. Their stories also need to be told.

We Are ALL Columbine!

Everyone is affected. That's one of the reasons why the slogan "We are all Columbine" came into widespread use following that tragedy. It is now up to all of us to recognize and accept that fact, and to do everything we possibly can to be careful not to exclude anyone from our conversations on these issues.

Right now I'm focused on trying to help others by sharing my story, my experiences, and my professional expertise in school safety however I can whether it's in my blog or in other social/public media. I also invite others to participate and to share their own stories of survival and healing as guest bloggers.

These are my ways of trying to give back. It's an ongoing process. It isn't always easy. But then, nothing in life ever is.

I believe people generally hold out hope for happy endings. Unfortunately with incidents like Columbine, happy endings aren't possible. Reality intercedes and struggles continue...emotional and sometimes physical struggles. That's simply a statement of fact.

I'm not saying things don't get better or that people can't be happy once again, but those emotional and physical struggles never go away or vanish whether people choose to acknowledge that fact or not. 

That is just a sad reality.

It's what we choose to do with those never ending struggles that ultimately define each and every one of us.

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What If Students Became More Powerful Than The Politicians?

March For Our Lives
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What if, indeed?

What if students did become more powerful than the politicians?

Back in 2015, I posted a comment in a local message board here in Colorado (School Safety: To Plan or Not to Plan) about a meeting I had with a group of Denver East High School students. The topic for discussion was 'campus carry'.

Here's the post:

Yesterday, March 25, 2015 I had the pleasure of meeting with a group of high school students from East High School in Denver, CO. This is an activist group that has a range of things on their agenda that they hope to address over time. The subject of this particular discussion was "gun violence". 

I must admit I was a little apprehensive going in as to what to expect. After all, it's been over 30 years since I last set foot in a classroom at that level and in a "teaching" capacity (although I wasn't there to teach, but, rather, to discuss with them), and I'm not so naive as to think things haven't changed over time. So, my anxiety levels were pretty high. They weren't warranted. 

There were around 20 kids present. With the exception of one young man, the rest were all young women. 

I started the session with a simple question: "How many of you support campus carry?" None of them raised their hand. The next question was: "How many of you oppose campus carry". Every single person present raised their hand including the two adults who kind of help "guide" this group. 

Bottom line? This group is seeking knowledge, and therein lies their power. If anything at all was accomplished during this session, my hope is that it rests in this fact, and that this group of young women and one young man 'get that'. I believe they do. 

We talked about emotion in the ongoing debate. We talked about their role, from both an individual and a group perspective, and how they've pretty much been excluded from participation by adults on every professional level even though age appropriate students are key stakeholders when it comes to school safety. 

Finally, I was struck by their level of maturity and their willingness to listen, engage in discussion, ask questions, and, ultimately, to learn in this very contentious brouhaha going on around the country. That's something I haven't really seen all that much of from "adults" engaged in it. 

This is a group that will ultimately be heard. I just hope the adults who hear them also heed what they have to say.

Pretty benign, right? At least I thought it was.

My thinking was along the lines of how age appropriate students need to be invited to the table when discussing their safety while at school. I also thought a simple 'good job on your advocacy' pat on the back for these Denver East High School students might be appropriate.

My opinion on this hasn't changed in the intervening years.

The first response out of the gate:

Unless you are aware of an exemption to state and federal law, the first requirement for concealed carry is be at least 21 years or older. Since this is a high school, most students are less than 19 years old. Whom exactly were they expecting to be carrying? School staff is prohibited from concealed carry under existing laws. 

I just returned from training at Front Sight and met a man that worked for 3M in Minnesota and over dinner the discussion turned to the apparent lack of concern for our children when at school by some school officials. Since heaven forbid, we can't trust trained and vetted adults to protect them, we want more useless and ineffective laws that will continue to pose no help for our children until law enforcement arrives. He told us about window protection that will protect from gunfire and impact attacks, door lock guards and other products.

This person's post was accompanied by a short video on window protection followed by several comments on gun rights, gun free zones, and other asundry pro-gun advocacy comments ad nauseum.

Because school hardening wasn't the topic for discussion, I refused to engage in discussing the 'hardware' part of school safety. I did, however, go on to spar back and forth a bit on the issue of campus carry because that was the topic for discussion in the meeting with the kids. I'll leave it to the reader's imagination what this person's position on campus carry was.

The bottom line, from my perspective, is pro-guns everywhere advocates are still basically saying that students don't know what they're talking about because...well, because they're still high school students...that they lack life experiences to be able to 'talk to the issues' knowledgeably, that they aren't mature enough, that they aren't old enough to have a voice in their own safety while in school.

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Enter David Hogg, Emma Gonzalez, and a whole slew of kids from Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School now demanding a voice at the table.

Perhaps instead of saying 'this is a group that will ultimately be heard' in my message board post, I should have said 'this generation will ultimately be heard'.

To me, these kids show more maturity on the issues of gun violence prevention and school safety than do many of the so-called 'adults' taking part in the conversation.

Have 'adults' who advocate for campus carry considered the possibility that their advocacy to make students feel safer by allowing guns on campus might not automatically do so....that some students might feel less safe with guns on campus?

Sadly, there are legislators currently trying to force 'safety measures' that allow campus carry down the throats of students and schools.

That may make some 'adults' who advocate for campus carry feel good. It may also make them feel like they're doing something pro-active and positive 'for' students and faculty.

But is it not also possible that by forcing their concept of safe schools that include guns on campus onto others by codifying campus carry into law, it is being done TO those students and faculty, not FOR them?

Take Florida as one example: Florida campus carry makes a comeback as debate over guns simmers ahead of 2019 session:

The proposal has drawn opposition from parents, administrators and the unions that represent K-12 teachers and university faculty.

“We've fought this issue every session since at least 2014 and prepare for it every year,” said Marshall Ogletree of the United Faculty of Florida. “Anytime you let any weapon on a campus you are inviting trouble.”

So, as the sign at the beginning of this essay says:

What if the Students Became More Powerful Than the Politicians?

Think about that for a sec. What if, indeed....

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