by Buff Etheridge, TMI program graduate
I drowned myself when I was 9 years old, in 1960. A pathologically shy girl invited to a pool party, young Buff didn’t know how to swim. But I wanted to be liked and hadn’t learned how to say No.
At poolside, imagining people laughing at me for not joining in, I slipped into the deep end and found myself flailing frantically as I sank helplessly, settling like a rock onto the concrete bottom.