A Response to the 'Suicide Scar' Costume Makeup Being Sold on Walmart.com
Editor’s note: Since the publishing of this story, the “Razor Blade Suicide Scar Wound Latex Costume Make Up” has been removed from Walmart’s site.
I’ll never forget the first time my child talked about suicide. He was 4 years old, sniffling and shivering after a several-hour fit of thrashing, incoherent rage. As I rubbed his white-down hair and cuddled him, he said, “Mom, I don’t want to be anymore. I just want to be a zero.”
Nine years later, when I finally learned my son’s diagnosis, bipolar disorder, after years of specialists, hospitals, tests, medications, juvenile detention and ongoing suicidal ideation, I was relieved. I knew people who lived with this illness and managed to have successful, happy lives. In fact, one of my closest friends from childhood, diagnosed with bipolar disorder in college, had married a wonderful man, raised four children, worked as a librarian and historian, and was writing her sixth novel.
Many of the nearly 10 million people in America who are diagnosed with severe mental illness can live healthy, happy, productive lives. But instead of celebrating their bravery, our society stigmatizes their illness by mocking it in horribly offensive ways.
There’s no time of year mental health advocates dread more than Halloween.
Every single year, it’s the same thing. Mental illness becomes the punchline of a joke, or the theme of a horror attraction. This year, Knott’s Berry Farm and Six Flags did the right thing, shutting down their horrific asylum-themed virtual reality attractions when advocates expressed justified outrage. A representative from Six Flags explained the company’s decision to me in an email: “This is a good lesson for us all about perpetuating stereotypes, and we apologize to anyone that we may have offended.”
This is a lesson that Walmart, the nation’s largest retailer, desperately needs to learn. A picture of a “razor blade suicide scar wound latex costume make up” (I won’t link to it, because it is a real trigger) is the latest and most egregious example of the ongoing battles people with mental illness and their loved ones must face to educate the public about the reality of mental health conditions.
Imagine if I told you that my child had an incurable illness with a risk of death as high as 20 percent. If I told you that the illness in question was cancer, you’d be bringing my family casseroles, organizing community bake sales and demanding that your legislators provide more funding for research and treatments.
You’d be outraged by my inability to access quality medical care for my child. And you would be furiously calling for a boycott if a major retailer released a Halloween costume called “bald head cancer patient latex costume make up.”
But when I tell you my child’s illness is bipolar disorder, you back away. The risks and challenges are the same (I know — my father died from cancer when I was in college). But when I and other advocates express our outrage about suicide costumes and asylum-themed attractions, you tell us, “Stop being so politically correct,” or “Can’t you just take a joke?”
No, I can’t just take a joke. To those who don’t understand why this is all so wrong, I say in all sincerity, I’m glad you don’t. I am glad that you have never lost a child, or a parent, or a spouse, or a sister or brother or close friend to a choice-stealing brain disease. Because the pain of that loss never heals.
And I’m glad you have never had to walk through the valley of the shadow of death, to come out the other side a survivor, but still struggling in a society that thinks your illness is “a joke.”
Our pain — and our loved ones’ pain — should never be used for entertainment or profit. If you think I am just too thin-skinned — that I can’t take a joke — I have a Halloween costume idea for you. Go as yourself. You scare me.
This post originally appeared on The Anarchist Soccer Mom.
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