(Trigger warning)
Last night I was driving my family home from a celebration dinner and spotted a teen sitting in his PJs on a path on a bridge over the freeway by our house. He stood up and leaned over the bridge railing, then sat back down. All I can say is my mom radar went off, and I dropped off my kids and turned around. When I got back a couple of minutes later, a friend of his had been driving by and stopped his car in the middle of the street, jumped out and was holding onto the teen. I walked up and them and introduced myself, "Hey, I'm Mrs. XYS, a teacher at XYZ, what's your name?" and he started sobbing. I put my arm around him and walked him down the bridge while he cried about how everything had just gotten to be too much for him, he knew he was loved and he knew he had a purpose, but everything had just gotten too hard and he'd had a really bad day. He lived a few blocks from the bridge. Meanwhile his friend had contacted his mom, and someone else who'd driven by had alerted the police. The police showed up and they were only sort of gentle with him, and I insisted on staying with the teen until his mom got there.
As a teacher, I'm seeing so many kids who are dealing with mental health crisises (including one of my own, and it took us months to find a therapist.) I don't think we blew it to close schools- January gave us a glimpse of what it would have been like if we'd stayed open, and that was awful- but I think our district in particular really blew it by not addressing that our kids have gone through significant trauma. The insistance on plowing through curriculum and testing the kids is just not right. I am still all shaken up from last night. I gave the teen's mom my number in case she needed someone to talk to. Obviously I need someone to talk to as well. The teen's situation just broke my heart a bit.