Eye Watchin' U
Join Date: Aug 2013
Language: American English, Gibberish
A bit of a late response, but I will give some input on this topic...
'Suffering' is when one feels direct pain, anguish or limitations that make them unable to function cognitively, emotionally, verbally, physically, etc. External disorders that show physical difference but do not affect much of their cognitive abilities is not 'suffering' directly from it (dwarfism). It's the impacts of being bullied due to being seen differently that is giving the reason for his suffering (external).
The video had been controversial due to ethical boundaries of privacy concerns and intervention, and, of course, conspiracies of suspecting it to be a fraud story. It went viral enough for him to meet celebrities, funding for vacation to Disneyland, and also to take him out of that school (not sure if home schooled or went to another school.) The ethical dilemma, in my opinion, is that if the child is going through breakdowns and shows signs of things such as depression and psychosis, all of what he received will only alleviate so much unless/until he shows those signs again. The lack of addressing this while raising awareness of childhood bullying and mental health is not going to go far other than seeing his case as yet another anti-bullying PSA, if you will.
This is not to shame the family or supporters who mean well. When first seeing it I had the same reaction as many and tears were swelling up. But also as someone who suffers from mental health problems and yet the general population doesn't see 'the issue' as relevant due to not having apparent physical disorders/differences, the only common denominator is the mental health status even well after the fact. Many who are suicidal will have multiple occasions to attempt again. From what I understood from the video, the child tried to take objects to harm himself in the past, and that's enough to become admitted regardless of his physical condition.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldnít make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet. - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar