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apromisemade
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Very long story short:
Another student at my university approaches me and tells me he has been plagued by suicidal thoughts for most of his life. He asks me if I can keep that information to myself, and I say that I will. However, the next time we talk he indicates to me that his suicidal inclinations are much more present and immediate than I had initially understood. He did not say “I’m going to kill myself” outright. Rather he expressed that he was presently contemplating killing himself. At that point, I felt compelled to go back on my word and told a professor who in turn informed the appropriate authorities.
He figures out pretty easily that it must have been me who told and confronts me, asking why I betrayed his confidence. I won’t bore you with the conversation(s) that ensued.
But I’ve been thinking about it. I mean, I’ve been hospitalized for psychiatric reasons, and it’s about the most dehumanizing situation around. So why in the world would I want to be responsible for another person going through that? It doesn’t even make sense. In a way my decision was a selfish one because it was more about protecting myself than him. More specifically protecting myself from even just the fear of having to spend the rest of my life asking myself “What it…?”
Was what I did moral or even logical?
Another student at my university approaches me and tells me he has been plagued by suicidal thoughts for most of his life. He asks me if I can keep that information to myself, and I say that I will. However, the next time we talk he indicates to me that his suicidal inclinations are much more present and immediate than I had initially understood. He did not say “I’m going to kill myself” outright. Rather he expressed that he was presently contemplating killing himself. At that point, I felt compelled to go back on my word and told a professor who in turn informed the appropriate authorities.
He figures out pretty easily that it must have been me who told and confronts me, asking why I betrayed his confidence. I won’t bore you with the conversation(s) that ensued.
But I’ve been thinking about it. I mean, I’ve been hospitalized for psychiatric reasons, and it’s about the most dehumanizing situation around. So why in the world would I want to be responsible for another person going through that? It doesn’t even make sense. In a way my decision was a selfish one because it was more about protecting myself than him. More specifically protecting myself from even just the fear of having to spend the rest of my life asking myself “What it…?”
Was what I did moral or even logical?