Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Some People Just Don't Get It......And We Wonder Why Moshiach Can't Come


Hi, Folks.....Here is a copy of a comment I got on my post about coping with suicide and about the current rash of mental health issues plaguing our community:
szlubavitch said...

"who cares about the suicides in crown heights? both of those mishugoyim got what they deserved. they did us all a favor by jumping. the only bad thing was they made people late for work. they shouldve done it at midnight. but they did it to grab the most attention so thats why they jumped at rush hour. ***** was a fruitcake who ran around talking to himself all day. i remember him in 770 smelling like a homeless bum from the subway, having long shmoozes with himself. he reeked so bad youd barf after 10 seconds next to him. *****??? nebach. he came from a screwed up home. a *******who got ****** by the mob because he was a drug dealer. he shtuped any 12-15 yr old girl he could con into the sack. so he was basically a child molester. ******? he loved little boys. he loved the shtup any little boy he could get his greasy hands on. he was 1000% faggot. one less homo in the world to deal with. good buy and good riddance. now hashem can deal with those 2 wackos and we dont have to so stop kvetching. the world just became a better place"


I am posting this edited version of this letter because I do not want to publicize this persons lack of decorum when it comes to speaking of the deceased. However, this harsh and apathetic view of recent events leads me to believe that that world is a sicker place then we would care to admit to. The mere fact that a person would spew such negativity and hatred in such difficult times shows me how little we value human life. Certainly, if this animal could speak this way of the dead, how horribly must he have treated or continues to treat the living??? My friends, therein lies our problem. We tend to look at people through cloudy hate filled glasses rather than anything remotely resembling rose colored glasses. We see people for their negative traits, and I am not saying that anything Mr. szlubavitch wrote is true, rather than their positive attributes. We see a person we know walking towards us on the street and do we think, "Here comes a nice guy. He's a grear Machnos Orech, He's a big baal tzeddakah" but we rather we think "Here comes that wife beater, drug abuser, cheater, etc." In reality do we ever know the truth about a person? Is all what people say, write, post, etc. really even remotely true? Do we chose to believe these stories or at the very least these embellishments because they make things more interesting for us? Do we want to live vicariously through those that lead these "wild" lives because our own lives are boring and mundane? Truthfully, most of us suffer from low self esteem so we build ourselves up by putting those we deem less fortunate/important than us down. Now that lives are being lost is it really worth the cost to get a few minutes of undignified pleasure by destroying another person? I think deep down we all know the answer to that one, so why restate the obvious.
My comment to you, szlubavitch, is quite simply more of a suggestion; Why don't you look into the mirror? If perfection stares back at you than feel free to criticize, judge, etc. others. If you cannot see 100% perfection, it would behoove you to keep your hateful comments and silly assessments to your self. In my humble, yet educated opinion, you are a person who enjoys preying on those who cannot defend themselves, in short you are a bully. As is the case with most bullies, you probably come from an abusive home and you continue the cycle of abuse by inflicting it, mental or physical, on those around you. My heart goes out to anyone who has the misfortune of being in your presence. I hope and pray that you take the initiative and get yourself the psychiatric help you so need. Every person, no matter how ugly or deformed mentally and physically has potential and even someone like you can still make something of yourself. As we now approach Rosh Hashanah, the New Year, now would be an ideal time for you to turn over a new leaf and make a fresh healthy start. Wishing you a Chasiva V'Chasima Tovah, with much love, I remain.....


The Rabbi

Friday, September 7, 2007

On Suicide....In Our Time of Need

Yesterday in Crown Heights another poor soul saw fit to take his own life. That makes 2 suicides, yes I said it, suicides, in Crown Heights in the last two weeks!!!! Two poor Jewish souls saw life as so hopeless, so profoundly sad were they that they took their lives in the most ghastly way possible, by jumping in front of an oncoming New York City Subway train. What drove these young Jewish men to this horrible outcome? No one will ever really know the truth. Yet we are all sadly to blame. We, as a group, stereotype and cast aspirations on our own as if its our G-d given right to evaluate and sort people around as if they are matzas in a matza bakery. You know what I am talking about....the whole matzas into the box, the broken ones into the pile to be made into matza meal or sold off as "not whole". The same way we treat the Jewish souls that encompass us, the whole ones to the pile for shidduchim, kids and a life of happiness, completion. The broken ones to a pile, where we cluck our tongues and say "nebuch, an alter bochur" etc. Disgarded into a pile to become someone elses worry because, G-d forbid we should disturb our perfect lives by incorporating a drop of compassion into our mundane, monotonous, existence. Far be it from me to lay blame on the residents of Crown Heights, because I am neither qualified nor judgemental enough to draw a definitive conclusion here. However, suffice it to say, that after two untimely deaths by NYC Transit train, its high time they look in the mirror and draw their own conclusions about how they treat their fellow Jew. The Rebbe preaches 'Ahavas Yisroel' as an innocent bystander it is my opinion that this is sorely lacking in Crown Heights. Whether I am right or wrong, the time is now to do some soul searching, before yet another lost soul meets his end under the 3 train. Here are some thoughts on suicide and suicide prevention.

The suicide of a child of any age presents unique circumstances that intensify and prolong the mourning of parents and family members. Suicide is a reaction to overwhelming feelings of loneliness, worthlessness, helplessness, hopelessness, and depression. It usually occurs when a person’s pain exceeds his or her resources and ability to cope. Suicide is the fourth leading cause of death among 10-14 year-olds, the third leading cause among 15-24 year-olds, and the second leading cause among 25-34 year-olds.

While mental illness plays a role in many suicides, not everyone who dies by suicide is mentally ill. Many families endure the frustration caused by the child requiring years of hospitalizations and medications. Other families encounter only brief periods of conflict or worry, while some experience none at all.

Sometimes there are warning signs of the person’s intentions. However, clues may be so disguised that even a trained professional or counselor may not recognize them. Occasionally there are no discernible signs, and the child’s suicide becomes a catastrophic decision that can never be understood or resolved.

One change now occurring is in the language of suicide. The terms “died by suicide,” “died from suicide,” and “died of suicide” are being adopted rather than the harsh “committed suicide,” the language of an earlier era that carries a stigma of criminality so often offensive to families whose children have taken their own lives.

After Suicide

Denial and feelings of shock, guilt, anger, and depression are often a normal part of grief reactions, but are especially heightened when a child has died by suicide. Though difficult to accept, it is not unusual to experience feelings of relief if the relationship with the child was stressful or destructive to the family unit.

The suicide of one’s child raises painful questions, doubts, and fears. The knowledge that your love was not enough to save your child and the fear that others will judge you to be an unfit parent may raise powerful feelings of failure. Realize that as a parent you gave your child what makes us human—the positives and the negatives—and what your child did with that information was primarily your child’s decision.

It isn’t uncommon for newly bereaved parents to express thoughts of suicide, regardless of how their child has died. Remember that suicide is not inherited. Be patient with yourself and your family, and seek professional help and family counseling if necessary.

The stigma often associated with suicide is the result of cultural and religious interpretations of an earlier day. You will find it difficult to progress in your bereavement unless you confront the word suicide, difficult as it may be.

Keeping the cause of death a secret will deprive you of the joy of speaking about your child and may isolate you from family and friends who want to support you. Rather than focusing on the stigma surrounding suicide, concentrate on your own healing and survival.

Anger

You may feel anger. It may be directed at your child, those you believe failed to help your child, God, those who try to help you, or just the world in general. You may be angry with yourself because you were unable to save your child. It’s okay to express anger, a common emotion when a child has died by suicide. Sometimes healing cannot begin until this anger is confronted and expressed. However, a healthy expression of anger does not include hurting yourself or others.

Guilt

Feelings of guilt following a child’s suicide are normal—for parents and family, friends, classmates, and even coworkers. “If only” is a phrase you may find yourself repeating frequently. You may need to feel guilty for a while until you begin to understand that you are not ultimately responsible for the decisions and actions of another human being, including your child. Sometimes you need to go through a feeling to get beyond it. Believe in yourself. You are human—accept your limitations.

Questioning

Some parents feel a need to ask “why?” Often, of course, there are no clear answers, which often proves highly frustrating for parents and other family members. After some time you may reach a point where you begin to realize that there are some questions about the death of your child that will never be answered.

Depression

Lack of energy, sleep problems, inability to concentrate, not wanting to talk with others, and the feeling there is nothing to live for are all normal reactions in bereavement. Situational depression, as opposed to clinical depression, should eventually wear off. You can fight this type of depression with moderate physical activity, plenty of rest, and a good diet. Allow family and friends to take care of you. You don’t have to be strong. Maintain contact with persons you value. Talking with others who have been through a similar situation may help you to cope. You may even learn from them that it is okay to laugh and smile, even though this seems impossible now. If the depression does not appear to lessen over time, you may want to talk with a qualified professional who can determine how best to help you.

Disillusionment

Often parents find themselves in a spiritual crisis and question their beliefs or feel betrayed by God. Religious concerns about the hereafter also surface. “Why did God let this happen?” is a question we can no more answer than all other questions about imperfections in this world. Talking about spiritual and philosophical questions with other parents who have experienced a suicide may be helpful. For those with concerns of a spiritual nature, do try to find a gentle, nonjudgmental member of your faith and open yourself to that person.

Coping Constructively

  • As a family, talk about the death with one another; discuss your loss and your pain. Talk about the good times you remember, as well as those times that were not so good. All family members will be grieving in their own manner—don’t criticize because of these differences. Remember that it is better to express feelings than to internalize them and that crying is healthy and therapeutic.
  • You may find it helpful to write out your feelings or to write a letter to your dead child, expressing all the things you were not able to say before the death. For many, this is a good way to say good-bye.
  • Allow friends to help. When they ask what they can do for you, don’t be afraid to tell them of your needs and what will help you. It will also help them.
  • Consider becoming involved with a self-help bereavement group such as The Compassionate Friends. Through sharing with others who have walked the same path, you may gain some understanding of your reactions and learn ways to cope. Seek professional help and family counseling if necessary.
  • Give yourself time, time, and more time. It takes months, even years, to open your heart and mind to healing. Choose to survive and then be patient with yourself. In time, your grief will soften as you begin to heal, and you will feel like investing in life again.

Some Words of Chizuk in a Time of Need


My dearest friends, a quick search through Wikipedia reveals that In linguistics, a homonym is one of a group of words that share the same spelling or pronunciation (or both) but have different meanings. The state of being a homonym is called homonymy. Examples of homonyms are stalk (which can mean either part of a plant or to follow someone around) and the trio of words to, too and two (actually, to, to, too, too and two, being "for the purpose of" as in "to make it easier", the opposite of "from", also, excessively, and "2", respectively). Some sources state that homonym meanings must be unrelated in origin (rather than just different). Thus right (correct) and right (opposed to left) would be polysemous and not be homonyms.

Word-plays and puns are the essence of any language. Hebrew is no exception. The Hebrew word for sin het (as in al het, for the sin), has the exact same spelling as the Hebrew word for cleanse or purify. In Psalm 51, attributed to King David following his seduction of Bathsheba, David acknowledges his iniquity and sin, and then cries out to God: “If you cleanse me [tehateyni=purge me] with hyssop, I shall be cleansed; if You wash me, I shall be whiter than snow.” Hyssop is a name of Greek origin. The Hyssopos of Dioscorides was named from the Hebrew azob (a holy herb), because it was used for cleaning sacred places. It was with hyssop that Israelites daubed their doorposts in Egypt on the eve of the first Passover.

Nowadays, the usual use of the term purge has strong political overtones. The webopedia, though, suggests that to purge means to systematically and permanently remove old and unneeded data. “The term purge is stronger than delete. It is often possible to regain deleted objects by undeleting them, but purged objects are gone forever.” Inspired by such programs as “Clean Sweep,” for much of the past few months, Judi and I have been systematically trying to purge so many of those items that seem to have found a home in our house. In the process, we have found some remarkable treasures – letters, photos, memos and mementos that brought smiles to our faces and deep feelings of warmth to our souls. At the same time, we have de-cluttered and unencumbered nooks, crannies; spaces that once were crammed with “stuff” reveal an openness and approachability. It feels good.

So, too, do these approaching Yamim Noaraim, High Holy Days, remind us that while we need to hold on to that which is cherished, we need to declutter, rid ourselves of “stuff.” What better time to let go of grudges, complaints, rancor, resentment and ill-will. As symbolically we cast away our sins into the Hudson during Tashlikh, that most magnificent of Jewish rituals that allows us to act upon our sacred impulses in profound ways, let us use the sacred moments of these days to de-clutter and to cleanse, to enter into the New Year cleansed, purged, purified, and at-one with ourselves, our families, loved ones and friends, and most especially at-one with God.

A sweet, uncluttered year from our house to yours. May the Rebbe reveal himself as Moshiach and may he redeem all of us from Galus speedily. A Guten Shabbos to All. Yechi Hamelech!

Letters to The Rabbi....

Shmuli (No...not that Shmuli, LOL) writes:

My mashpia told me he has a strange fetish. He likes smearing himself in doody when he is masturbating. Is this very strange or dangerous? He doesn't eat it, only smears it over himself. We are very close and thought he should tell me about this weird fetish, as he calls it. I know there are halachic problems with masturbation but is there anything halachically wrong with playing with doody? Also, dont you think this isnt the behavior of a chassidisha yid?


Dear Shmuli (No Not that Shmuli)

Hello, and thanks for the visual! Oy Gevalt! Let's see...Strange? Definitely. I'm not a doctor but you must know that as long as it is his own poop and not someone else's its not terribly dangerous. The thing that is by far weirder is the fact that he confided this in you. I had a similar question before and there were a good variety of opinions of the subject. Halachically we all know that shichvas zerah livatula is most definetly a d'arisa however, we also know that 97% of all men masturbate and the other 3% lie about it. So I wont and cant go there. On the topic of "shmutz from the tush" or doody as we know it....I dont see anything halachically wrong with playing with it. So tell your mashpia, and I am having a hard time calling him that, that its perfectly permissable. I do reccomend that he research more hygenic alternatives. Be careful when shaking hands with him in Shul tonight is all I can say. And for the record, your friend might just want to discuss this fetish with a qualified professional in the mental health field, as this behavior may hinder him in the frum world. Although, maybe there are some folks who would go along with it -- the world IS a strange place, after all.

Please be advised that I am only a Shliach. I am NOT a medical doctor or a mental health professional. Any advice I give should be taken moderate skepticism. Please consult a REAL medical doctor or mental health professional if you feel you have a serious medical condition.

Nothing Like a Pair of Filthy Panties to Help Me Start The Day


Dear Rabbi,

I am a Rebbe in Lubavitch Yeshiva in Flatbush and I have a fetish for my wife's panties . I like to jerk off watching pornos . I use my wife's clean silk panty to jerk off with while smelling a pair of her soiled panties . Just before I come i flip the crotch of the clean panty over my cock head & cum in the cotton lined gusset ! Great - no clean up Now this is when my little secret starts . I put that wet cum stained panty back in her Clean draw . The next day she unknowingly puts on that cum stained panty . My wife never wears CLEAN PANTIES . She has been wearing my cum next to her pussy for the last 5 years ! She would be pissed to find out ! She once caught me smelling her dirty panties on a motzei shabbos. They smelled so good after a day of some juicy chulent dumps. She got so mad she started hiding her dirty panties on me . Well guess what ? I have found all of her hiding places I sometimes put some of her soiled panties back in her so called "CLEAN DRAW". It becomes a challenge to see how many times I can get her to wear the same cum stained [ by me ] soiled [ by her ] panty . I think her record with the same dirty panty is 6 times ! LOL I even have a hidden clean pair in bed with us. In the middle of the night I sometimes get up - go to the bathroom - put on her soiled pair over my head so that I can smell her dirty crotch and dirty tush & jerk off in the crotch of the the clean panty . Or better yet - when we shtup & she falls asleep - I use that panty to to clean OUR come off my cock . She will get to wear this special panty sometime . On landry day she puts the clean panties on top in her draw . I rotate the stock [ I have a reserve of hidden soiled panties that I have stollen from her hiding spot ] on top of the clean ones . This way I make sure she has always a soiled pair to unknowingly put on ! [ very thoughtful of me ] Then the challenge begins again to start cumming in those clean panties . I always make sure my WIRE NEVER WEARS A CLEAN PANTY . This is my little secret & it turns me on very much to share this with someone else. Since your blog is the most looked at and talked about. I am hoping some women who get turned on by guys smelling their panties will step forward. or better yet, maybe Leah Klein can spare a pair of fahrcockda gotchkas for me.

Signed,

szlubavitch

September 7, 2007 11:37 AM