As the investigation evolves, it shows depression and anxiety, multiple suicide attempts, almost 18 months of psychoanalysis that interrupted pilot training in his early twenties.
How much did his parents know ? Was he able to hide it from friends and family in the pursuit of an aviation career ?
What did his girlfriend understand when he said ” One day I will do something that will change the whole system, and then all will know my name and remember it”?
Could there have been an intervention ? What was the responsibility of the physician who prescribed psychiatric meds ? Were HIPAA laws in play, the guarantee of confidentiality ?
Lufthansa requires annual physical exams for their pilots, but once they pass the rigorous training sequence, there is no attention to their mental health.
There is no screening for a professional who holds so many lives thousands of feet above safe ground ?
As a member of a family with a long history of depressive illness, incidents like this stir me to my very core. I hid my depression from my family. Only my husband knew how difficult the 20’s were for me.
My parents hid their issues from health care providers. They refused treatment until they no longer could. So did their immigrant parents, it was not up for discussion.
Our young adult children struggled in silence; not wanting to burden us.
It is a painful, vicious cycle.
When and how do you step in as a parent ? When do you let go and trust that they will work it out for themselves ?
I had hoped that by this age, I’d have the answers. All I have are the questions.
A whole lot of questions.