Psychology Today | 14.10.2026 22:32
After driving through the night, my mother arrived at the ICU at three in the morning to find me, her youngest son, intubated and in a medically induced coma after my fourth suicide attempt in nine weeks. On the whiteboard, my medical team had written my name as “Pat.” She erased it and wrote “Patrick,” as I had never been a Pat. “It angered me that they made assumptions about the person lying in that bed,” she later reflected, “about the person who they did not want to know.”
