ASIST - Applied Suicide Intervention Training

 It's been a strange week. I came home from the bittersweet trip to Dublin, and prepared for the unknown, a two-day ASIST, suicide prevention course. I was nervous, as always with the unknown, I wanted to back out.

The morning the course began, I woke up to an email from the Garda who had been on the case where I was seriously assaulted, he told me that the CCTV had been retained and if I wanted to go ahead with the matter, to contact him or another Garda. This left me a bit thrown when I'd planned on leaving the house early to get to the course, but nonethless, I headed to the course. 

The first day of the course was extremely intensive, but I kept swimming. At breaktime I got an email from the hospital, 9 months after the assault, they acknowledged the matter and launched an investigation into the hospital's failings. Weirder and weirder.

By the end of the first day of the course I was exhausted and in pain. But I got through the day well and enjoyed the company of the group. Some of us sat together at lunch and chatted. 

The second day was a little less intense and I was better prepared. I had my neck brace, painkillers, soft drinks, and so on. At lunchtime I walked in the nearby nature reserve, enjoying the cold and the wind. I sat and had a light lunch there, and then joined the others in the canteen with a cup of tea.

In the afternoon we did an informal assessment, we paired off and role played a helper and a person in crisis. It went well, we'd all been nervous. 

The course is well worth it, and is offered free by HSE, the office for suicide prevention offers a range of courses on suicide and self-harm, and I'd previously done an online course which I found a bit triggering, but I didn't find ASIST triggering. We got our certificates and it was sad to say goodbye. I really liked some of the group and very much identified with some of them, and I didn't feel out of place, although I felt a bit embarrassed when I choked. If I get very tired, my muscles struggle and I choke easily.

Wow. I've learned a lot, and gained skills I needed. I'm very happy, very tired, and still startled by the hospital and garda, 9 months after the assault, both making contact the same day about investigations. What a funny week. 

Both days I walked home despite my tiredness and the distance, enjoying and needing the fresh air. 

If you want a suicide prevention course, have a look at NOSP, but not if you are suicidal:

https://www2.hse.ie/mental-health/helping-someone-else/suicide-prevention-training-programmes/

Life Force

 I hope you're settling into the new year well. 

My revolutions are going okay. I don't use any sugar in my tea. 

The other day I did my initial suicide prevention training. I have first aid first response but suicide training is equally necessary. 

You may have read my previous post. This is about the two suicidal people who I had to help.

Life Force 198: It's hard to know what to do when you're actually confronted by it

 It's good to have training and I will go on and do more training. 

When people are suicidal, it is like being in a dark tunnel with no light, no way out. People are precious, we have to look after them and support them. The most important things people need in that dark tunnel, is people with them and support. 

Support is important. It seems, after all this time and struggle, I have more support. It certainly makes a difference to me. We all need someone to turn to, a friendly face, a friendly place, a cup of tea. 

We all need to talk, to get things off our chest, however unimportant, how we don't like a new TV show, and how we don't fancy Cillian Murphy, and so on, just talking, reaching out. It was the hardest thing in the world for me to reach out but I needed to. We all need to link in with others, even if we like a lot of time alone as I do. 

As I mentioned at Christmas, I got obsessed with 'A Christmas Carol, the Musical' and I love the lines from the song 'Let us love till we die, and God Bless us, every one'. 

By the way, here's a link to great life lessons: 145 Life Lessons Everyone Needs to Learn

I'm not paid for links, it's something I found useful and agree with a number of the lessons. 

It's hard to know what to do when you're actually confronted by it

In this post I refer to a previous attempted suicide where myself and my friend intervened, on this old post: 

https://lifeforce198.blogspot.com/2024/12/gerry-and-incident-in-dublin.html

I often blog about reasons to live. This blog was originally a mental wellness and suicide prevention blog, but I have so much going on that I barely have time to come up with posts on mental wellness and quality of life.

This evening I was sitting in bed, I was tired and didn't intend to take my writing downstairs as usual, so I was sitting up watching the Addams Family and just vaguely warming up to write. I'm writing a new novel 'Empire's Survivor' if I haven't already mentioned it. Anyway my friend came into my room. Unusual but okay. He sat on my bed and told me he was suicidal. 

I'm supposed to have some training and knowledge, but in the training they teach you how to deal with suicidal strangers, bridge jumpers and so on. And as you know, I've dealt with such a scenario once and we saved her, but a friend coming to you in this state is a different matter and I was sitting with my laptop, not expecting this at all. I was totally thrown.

He told me that our other friend wouldn't help him, that he wanted a gun and our friend wouldn't bring his gun. (it turns out he no longer has a gun), anyway, he wanted me to get a gun. I talked to him about gun law and how if anyone brought him a gun they'd be arrested, and we didn't want him dead. 

He needed to talk and to be with someone, and that was fine, you know how I am, a troubled autistic person with many bad memories, so I felt at a bit of a loss here, but of course I wanted to help him. 

I asked him to talk to me. In the training you're taught to ask the person's name and introduce yourself to build a bond and make the person feel they're not alone, which didn't work with the semi-conscious suicide attempt in Dublin and would be no use with my friend. He sat on the bed and asked me if I'd get him a gun. He told me he'd asked at the gun shop but as he wasn't part of a gun club, they wouldn't let him have a gun. 

I texted the manager of the mental health charity but he wasn't much help. He said that I should phone the guards, this wouldn't help much. I texted our friend and he told me to just listen to him and be there for him and that he said these things to all his friends. Okay, I understand that but why can't something be done? Why is no one being more proactive? I guess many people find it hard like this when someone they know tells them they're suicidal. 

I explained gun laws to him, no one can get him a gun for suicide without being arrested. I looked up resources. I've done some volunteering with Pieta House, and so I emailed the person I had contact with there. In the end I phoned his psychiatry clinic with his consent and he left a message asking for a nurse to call out. 

He says he hasn't been able to sleep properly for years, he's troubled by a voice in his head. He's become very depressed with lack of sleep and lack of quality of life with the voice in his head. It's a tough one. Really I would imagine the only solution would be to change his medications, but he says no, and he saw his psychiatrist today and didn't tell them what was on his mind. So really it's hard to do much unless someone proactively liaises with his mental health team. 

He went back to his room to rest, and talked with me a bit longer later, mainly about the lack of sleep. You can imagine it's hard to do anything when you can't do anything. I just listened and sympathized. I hope the clinic can take his message seriously and someone can come round. 

Suicidal thoughts and actions impact on people around the person who is suffering. 

As previously mentioned, if someone is suicidal, they can get trapped in a dark tunnel of despair and not see a way out or a time when the problem isn't a problem. So if this man hasn't been sleeping for a long time, it's hard for him to see anything different. I remember what I'm like when I miss one night's sleep, I get physically and emotionally sick very easily, so it must be bad to have missed so much sleep. To choose life, there have to be things to live for, and without sleep, everything can be affected, it can be hard to see any positives. 

Update on that. 

I liaised with this friend's psychiatric team and pushed them to call out as they tried to ignore the request and phone him or ask him to go to them, which he wouldn't. They'd been unaware of how bad things were, and met with me and him and continued proactive contact, and as I left the situation, I left it with them and trusted they'd handle it. 

Darkness into Light

Darkness into Light, Limerick 2025. The sun rises behind TUS Moylish Campus now that the walkers are back and everyone is enjoying breakfast. 

I had the great pleasure and honour of being a safety volunteer for Darkness into Light, 2025 after walking in Dublin last year.

I am very lucky that Pieta House. Limerick, is within biking distance of home, and so last week I biked over after college and met the team. I've been in Limerick 8 months, I've not long come out of street homelessness, and this is my first official community role since leaving homelessness. 

Pieta House play a vital role in suicide prevention and support of those affected by suicide, they provide safe and accessible intervention for people feeling suicidal and support for those affected by suicide. I admire them greatly. When I was at college a few years ago, a team came to the college to talk to us about Pieta House and the services offered, and I think it's amazing that they go into college and universities to ensure that students are aware of their services, students can be a vulnerable group to suicide. The Darkness into Light walk raises vital funds for Pieta House while bringing hope to people affected by suicide. Here's a link to their website:

https://www.pieta.ie/

I biked to Mungret to meet the team on Tuesday, nice people, a nice simple meeting, and I was heading home again before long. I decided that biking to the start point for 3 am on Saturday morning would be too much, so I booked a taxi, and because of past taxi experiences, I booked for it to arrive at 2 am.

I was up at 1 am, having gone to bed early. The taxi was early, and I was at the start point for 2.30. We went round putting up signs and banners, and then volunteers were gathering and a group of us went with a security man to the car park and route from the car park.

I ended up on the front line of car parking, which worked well for me, the security man was keeping traffic and pedestrians separate where the road and footpath met, and he was really clear with instructions which was good, and there were no incidents as people parked and gathered. 

There was just one awkward person, who decided he'd force me out of the position I needed to be in in order to direct traffic, he was driving a huge Dublin registered Chelsea Tractor and trying to fit his car into a space too small for his vehicle. He was really rude, and as he squeezed his car into the space, the couple sitting in the car next to his, got out, checked the tiny space between his car and theirs and said to him 'There's not much room there', he ignored them and me, blew cigarette smoke over us all and stalked off. the couple started their car and re-parked it. 

Mayor John Moran parked, and his dog Henri was barking at my arm signals as I directed traffic, I said 'Shh, Henri, it's too early'. It was 4 am and still dark. 

When traffic was all done, I went to the main gathering area and followed the walkers down to the road. A lady with two gorgeous dogs got me to take some photos for her at the doggie start of the the walk. Then I walked up to the road. 

There was a lone female Garda doing the traffic duty on the roundabout, while a Garda van followed the walkers. I stayed there and directed stragglers.

I was there to cheer the runners and walkers back in, and most were nice, one woman was rude to me, no known reason, but people are like that. 1800 walkers and only two people not in the mood for manners. 

When John Moran and his cohort arrived back, towards the end of the walkers, instead of congratulating the Mayor, I congratulated his dog, and they all laughed. 

Then as the glorious sun rose, there was a nice breakfast, sandwiches, pastries and tea and coffee. It was a great atmosphere and I was honoured to be there. 

I walked back into town with my headphones on, very happy. I forget that I'm disabled, and marshal duties are physical. I had thankfully packed a folding walking stick in my bag and when I started struggling, I leaned on that and staggered into town at about 7 am, exhausted and in pain.

I went into church to put my prayers in the basket as usual, got a cup of tea and a copy of the Post, and sat on the wall, feeling as if I'd never get up again...until the leader of another community volunteering project I belong to, came along and asked if I was litter picking, and I said yes, hauled myself up and dragged myself litter picking with the others. 

We had a great morning, the weather was fantastic, and we went for coffee afterwards, it was a great time, but I was absolutely wrecked at the end. I did my library tasks and got some shopping, went home and collapsed for the rest of the weekend. What a fantastic experience! 

Never forget where it all began, 8 months ago, and now here I am, fully registered and belonging. Limerick 10/05/2025

First Post, nice to meet you.

Good morning, 

I am so glad that you are here and reading this, I'm honoured. This is my first blog post for this blog (I've been blogging for 14 years), this is the first post on the 198 blog, although by the time you read it, it may not be the only post on the blog. It's nice to have some company on the blog, so if you're reading this, hi, I'm pleased to connect with you. Here we are on a street corner called 198 Street, and I'd like to talk to you, because your life is precious and special, no matter how you're feeling - hey, it's okay, I'm not an evangelist, even if I started to sound like one for a second, okay I have been known to hand out tracts for Rob in Dublin - tell him I quit over no pay rise if you see him - but this is about life, your life, my life, our connection and the fact that I want you to live, to live and to see how life is worth living. 

Unusually for me, a quiet person, I'm doing all the talking, like the old men in the cafe over there on O'Connell. They're there every day, they almost live there, and they talk, oh they talk, they never stop talking, when I sit in there with my tea, my ears ache. I'm talking to you though, because you looked up this blog, for whatever reason, perhaps because you are finding it hard to live but you are looking for reasons to live. I'm glad you came here, It's a big responsibility for me, so I hope that I can help you. Okay so I'm going to ramble like the old men, but please do join me on this ramble, I'd love your company. If you want to grab a cup of tea or coffee or whatever it is, you can pretend we're in the cafe and I'm talking your ears off. 

Keep in mind, I'm an amateur, not an expert not a mental health professional, don't replace a professional with my writing, I'm an extra, and so on and blablabla - don't groan every time mental health is mentioned...believe me, I know, I know that reactions, distress, trauma, psychological damage and other desperate situations are labelled 'mental health' and this can cause distress and trauma to already distressed people and make it hard to seek help, especially when the news and the public and their precious social media start chanting 'history of mental health problems' whenever an act of public violence occurs, although these days they also unhelpfully use the terms 'migrant' and 'terrorist' as well. Am I being controversial? I'm autistic, I am habitually controversial, contrary, and apparently occasionally incorrigable, but what I want you to know is that I understand that desperation, despair and circumstances that drive people to feeling that they can't live, are life circumstances, but when someone takes their life, it is always labelled as 'mental health problems' and people are always told to 'talk to someone if they're having feelings'. Now I understand where it comes from, but I do sometimes wish the press and people would change the bloody record! I'm speaking as a survivor of attempted suicide (non recent) who knows it's not always as simple as 'talk to someone' because no amount of talking was stopping the people who were hurting me, who I attempted suicide to get away from. I didn't die or get away from my abusers, who's reign of horror over my life never really ended and still affects me now, but now as I write this, I am relatively safe and have a good quality of life. 

However, I would say that talking is the right thing to do, if and however you can, because talking relieves what you're carrying and helps you to feel better, and talking means you're not alone, I am autistic and have been conditioned wrongly and habitually shy away from company and conversation but I know that I need to talk sometimes and that it is the best thing for me, it just has to be the right person, someone who respects my confidences and privacy and understands me. We can't all 'phone the Samaritans' but if you're feeling in a dead end, desperate, overwhelmed, do talk to someone and see if it changes perspective, never mind the public and media or popular view of desperation and despair. Do talk, do reach out, and make sure you reach out to safe understanding people, people who will listen and hear you, not people who will criticise you. 

If you are suffering, if you are desperate because you are trapped in abuse of any kind, or you've suffered great loss that you can't get over, if you feel responsible for something that's happened, if you feel worthless or a burden, no one should be making your feelings and reactions out to be an illness, reaction is not an illness, it is human, if we didn't react, by paradox, we also might be considered ill. You are human, hang onto my hand and stay alive, believe me when I say wholeheartedly that it isn't always easy to hang on but it's worth it. In my case I got to a point where I could choose to die or choose to live and live with what has happened and how it will affect me for the rest of my life. I chose to live, I want you to live. 

Does it help you to know that everyone suffers, everyone goes through problems? Maybe not, sounds a bit glib, doesn't it? People who make such comments can make your head explode because such comments don't always help. I remember being horrified as a teenager, when my landlady told me that life is about problems and once you've overcome one lot, the next lot comes along. Having just escaped an upbringing of unremitting abuse, neglect and violence, I thought I was now in paradise, problems over, despite the fact that I was so badly maladjusted to the normal world that I was in real difficulties and of course vulnerable to future abuse. Everyone does suffer, but in different ways and to different degrees, and just because we don't see another person's suffering and problems doesn't mean they don't have them. 

Life doesn't just need to be about the problems and focussing on them, accept the problems are a part of life but live despite them and with them, also, in another post I may talk about how to create your own problems in order to improve your life, challenging yourself in order to grow. Life is about life, and life is limitless, it really is, you might think it can't be because of your own circumstances, but it is. We can't always do what we really want to do, the way we want, but we can find ways round the roadblocks, we can re-draw the map, we can fight for what we believe, we can change how we feel and relate to people and situations and we can do the impossible, because we are alive, and we have great power and strength in us, we have life force and each person can be autonomous rather than relying on others for who we are to be. 

It's important to stay alive and keep that tremendous power and use if for good. So hang on. In Stephen King's book 'Dreamcatcher' one of the non human beings was describing to Ralph how the power he and Louis were using was like sand on a beach, it didn't run out. While you are alive, your life force, your inner strength and power are limitless like sand on a beach, you may not feel strong right now, indeed you may feel fatigued, but inner strength is a bottomless well. There are ways forward, it's just a question of finding them. We have to find ways of living what we're living with and living the best life that we can, and sometimes making the changes to do this can be daunting, traumatic, risky.  

Let me pause there. I'm autistic and I'm off for a shave. Yeah, I know I'm female, but these days we're all equal. I'm just thinking about a book called 'A Manual for Heartache' by Cathy Rentzenbrink. This is a cracking book, maybe a little triggering for some, but really really good if you're suffering. I read it during a patch of severe depression and it snapped me out of the depressive fit. If you can get a copy from the library or book shop, I'd recommend it. I am not advertising books or getting paid for any sales as a result of people using my blog, not at this point in time. I will simply recommend books, actions and attitudes which help me, so that you can decide if they help you, I hope something I suggest will help you but we are all different and we are in different circumstances. One of the challenges of this blog is that it can be viewed by people in all kinds of situations, and I have to keep it general. 

A very useful thing I learned which helps me is that when people try to push me towards what they think is right is to stop and think and say 'Is this for me, or is it what the other person wants or has been led to believe is right?' Let me give you an example, not everyone knows a lot about depression or other conditions, but one thing people repeat to someone they think is depressed, because 'they've heard it helps' is that things like art and exercise will help. Now you and I know that everyone is different, so one size doesn't fit all. Let me tell you, I was forced into art over and over again, I'm not an artist and I'm no good, so it was demeaning and unproductive, I am disabled and the exercises that people are determined would help me was tough on me and made me tired, which doesn't help depression. 

What you need is things that you enjoy. I am no artist and am not interested in art, but I'm a writer, I love writing and am bursting with writing, I need to write, writing helps me. I cannot do exercise classes and they hurt me, but I walk, I walk at my own pace, I will always struggle a bit with walking, but walking is what I can do, as long as I wear boots and am careful. So those are the things I can do and which help me, versus what other people decided what was best for me. You too may be misadvised and under pressure to do things which aren't right for you. Time to stop, say no, and choose the activities which you love and which help you. It's your life force and your power, you need to do what's best for you. Start by hanging onto that precious life of yours and understanding that it is your soul and mind and no-one else's, do what's best for you and live. What's best for you won't usually harm you, if it harms you, it's not what's best for you.

• Thought. If someone is hurting you, if someone is harming you. Get away from them, or if you can't, create safe boundaries and understand that that person should not be hurting you. It is not easy to get away from people such as family members and people in authority over you, but do get help and advice, talk it through with someone, or create safe boundaries, understand that that person should not be hurting you and that you need distance and you need to use your strength to know it's not okay for someone to hurt you even if they do not do it intentionally and you need space and boundaries. This isn't easy. You need your strength, your life force, to ensure safe boundaries. 
• Thought 2. You will know what is best for you more than another person will, even sometimes a professional, so stand up for yourself and do what helps you. You'd be surprised how many people simply go along with others to avoid conflict or because they think other people know best. Don't just drop treatments or help or support for the sake of it in your new quest to help yourself though, only if something is not helping you or doing more harm than good and if that's the case, discuss it with a professional. You may not like some forms of help, but if they are helping and not harming you, persist. It's a balance. Look after yourself. Look for every possible way to help yourself and improve your life. In my early days of trying to learn to be 'normal' as a teenager, I was left doing slave labour on remote land on a farm and no one cared about me, so I would take self help books and tapes with me, I would listen to self help tapes as I worked and would read self help books in my break. It was a grim time, but I was doing my best to help myself while everyone around me was failing me. Invest in yourself, through help being offered, as long as it does help, and through help you find for yourself, and there are limitless resources, never stop looking.

Bad things happen to good people, unjust things happen. Don't give up on life. Every day you go on living, things move forwards, bad people may be brought to justice by others if your efforts for justice fail, bad people die or move away, bad systems change, grief and shock become easier to bear, new people come along, new starts, new happiness, new ways of life. Life is very fluid. If that sounds a little glib, I'm speaking from experience and I've been through all kinds of hell and horror, and although the hell and horror is indelible and it happened, I chose life and I want to help other people to choose life. Never give up hope. 

One of the things that really helps me to live, survive and thrive is autonomy, choosing my own way and not needing to rely on others completely for approval or opinion. There is only one me, I am alive, I will do what I want, need and feel is best to live the best life I can. I won't be a better person by following the crowd and feeling the need to do what others are doing, I will be a better person by looking after myself as well as I can and finding new ways to develop and help myself.