On Depression in College
In a post-Virginia Tech world, it’s understandable that colleges and universities would want to watch “at-risk” students. But as NPR notes, more often these days the schools are sacrificing the student to limit their liability.
I’ve become more vocal in the last year about mental health issues, mostly because I’ve owned up to mine and sought treatment. The stigma of mental health issues is, quite frankly, right up there with sexually transmitted diseases. The difference, of course, is that STDs come from promiscuity and non- or mis-use of contraceptives, but I can’t find a single case where anyone actively causes themselves to have a mental health issue.
You might think I’m overstating the case a bit, but think about how people generally discuss mental health issues—hushed tones, furtive glances, closed-off body language. Heck, I’m pretty open about my struggles with chronic major depression, and yet I still fall into these behaviors myself. It’s just hard.
I understand that universities are worried about their students’ well-being. But I assure you that there are a lot more depressed students on your campus who need treatment, care, and concern than there are Seung-Hui Chos who will snap and kill their students. My depression extends back into my college days, including times when I certainly was ideating. I vividly remember considering killing myself in my apartment bathroom at one point in my college career, considering how I could shoot myself in the head without hurting my roommates or anyone else. Now, I was too damn stubborn and stupid to seek help then, but if I had been ready to do so and was then faced with the prospect of being put on involuntary leave from school because I needed a break from school—and I can name at least two semesters in college where I should have withdrawn and come back later—and also risk losing scholarships and my very spot in the school, I would not have sought treatment. And that, folks, is simply a tragedy.