Both Facebook and Twitter are failing to provide consistency in their business models. No matter what side of the free speech divide you are on as a customer you expect a business to enforce its rules fairly and dispassionately. Furthermore, you expect its rules to be simple and easy to understand so they are easy to enforce.Mike King has alerted Facebook to a serious issue that is still unresolved. It should not be this hard to get a suicide video removed and it reflects the worldwide problem of social media giants who are unable or unwilling to moderate their forums adequately or consistently.Ironically Facebook has a suicide prevention feature but it has failed to remove a video of an actual suicide.
I love Mike King and I was thrilled to see yesterday that he is prepared to do what Chris Hipkins so far has refused to do. He has visited a charter school. Unlike Chris Hipkins both Mike and I have accepted invitations to visit South Auckland Middle school. I was very impressed by what I saw and experienced and it looks like Mike was impressed too. The school is very lucky to have an opportunity to experience “ Cool to Korero. ” with Mike.
After reading something on The Nutters Club Facebook page yesterday I felt compelled to share the story. I met Mike King, whom Cameron knows well, when he and Cameron were on a panel together on Maori TV. He is a genuine bloke who cares passionately about helping people with depression. Since I have experienced depression up close and personal myself, I have a lot of time for Mike and The Nutters Club.
Today’s face of the day is Mike King. I was privileged to meet Mike earlier this year when I was waiting in the makeup room while Cam was getting ready to go on a show on Maori Television. He is a really lovely guy and is doing a really important job talking about suicide prevention and mental health. Guys like Mike have made it easier for men to ask for help and to talk about what they are going through. He is a role model and living proof that real men, real blokes, can suffer from depression just like the rest of us and can also get help and get better. Having lived with a husband with depression for ten years I know first hand how much it hurts both the depressed person and everyone around them. I suffered from depression myself for a few years so I know what it is like on the other side as well. Read more »
I first met Mike King when he invited me as a guest on the Nutter’s Club…that night he threw me a curve ball…he asked me to fill in for him for 4 weeks as host.
I was thrown in the deep end, but it was an opportunity that I really appreciated. I still appreciate the trust he passed to me to take over his show for a few weeks when we had only really just met
It is no secret that Mike suffers depression…and we are lucky that he shares his trials and tribulations in defeating this evil affliction.
Mike covers many of the same things that I deal with on a day to day basis.
Also have a listen to him talk to Duncan Garner about this post from Facebook.
I have a confession to make, for the last few months I have been struggling with depression. At first I thought I was just having a few bad days and it would pass, but as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months things got worse. But here’s the thing, instead of recognising I had a problem, I thought everybody else was the problem. That’s the nature of depression. When you’re in it, it overwhelms you. Little by little it takes over, it dominates and then finally it suffocates you. I became highly sensitive and very negative. Other people’s looks and comments would be misinterpreted which led to frustration and anger, followed by regret, remorse and inevitably back to anger. A vicious cycle that kept repeating itself day in day out. And still I didn’t think I had a problem, “surely it was everyone else’s fault, after all I’m the one who’s getting hurt” was my reasoning. To cope I threw myself into my mahi, and when I wasn’t working I was painting, anything to keep myself busy, anything to stop that annoying voice in my head telling me I was useless.
The turning point came 4 weeks ago in Dunedin while I was filming a tv show with my good friend Dale Husband. Dale is one of those beautiful souls who sees the good in everything and everyone and likes nothing more than brightening people’s days with a kind word. Anyway we were standing in the Octagon getting ready for another full on day of filming when Dale started charming a group of locals and making them laugh. The first thought that popped in my head when I heard them was “oh for f•*k sake will you shut up! No one can be that happy all the time, surely?”
And that’s when the penny dropped. Within a millisecond of that thought popping in my head I said out loud to myself “you’ve got a problem and you need to get it sorted!”.
This was followed by the weirdest feeling in the world. On the one hand the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders as I took ownership of my situation. On the other hand I was overcome with emotion and guilt when I realised what a nightmare I must have put my loved ones through while fighting my demons. I remember seeing the apprehension in Jo’s eyes when I got back to the motel that night obviously wondering which Mike would be walking in the door and the relief when I asked her to make an appointment for me with the doctor “because I think I’ve got my depression back”. That’s when she hugged me and said “that’s a really good idea babe” but I knew in her head she was saying “thank f•*k for that” and rightly so.
I’ve been at the receiving end of death threats and pressure to take my own life myself.
People telling you to go top yourself, or expressing some hope you might do them a favour.
Not sure what kind of mindset people have that deliberately put pressure on someone in the hope they will take their own lives.
Mike King, New Zealand’s other mental health ambassador has been having his share too. Read more »
Stephen Fry has written on his blog about his attempt to commit suicide last year.
There isn’t any point in denying that the outburst of sympathy and support that followed my confession to an attempt at self-slaughter last year (Richard Herring podcast) has touched me very deeply.
Some people, as some people always will, cannot understand that depression (or in my case cyclothymia, a form of bipolar disorder) is an illness and they are themselves perhaps the sufferers of a malady that one might call either an obsession with money, or a woeful lack of imagination.
“How can someone so well-off, well-known and successful have depression?” they ask. Alastair Campbell in a marvelous article, suggested changing the word “depression” to “cancer” or “diabetes” in order to reveal how, in its own way, sick a question, it is. Ill-natured, ill-informed, ill-willed or just plain ill, it’s hard to say.
Depression is something that no one can really understand until they have experienced it. People think that depression is a feeling of deep sadness…for me it is not anything like that at all.
But, most people, a surging, warm, caring majority, have been kind. Almost too kind. There’s something a little flustering and embarrassing when a taxi-driver shakes you by the hand, looks deep into your eyes and says “You look after yourself, mate, yes? Promise me?” And there’s something perhaps not too helpful to one’s mental health when it is the only subject people want to talk to you about, however kindly or for whatever reasons. Read more »
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Key to Life was started by The Nutters Club to address the stigma around mental health and our appalling suicide statistics especially among our kids. Last week Jo and I spent 3 days in Kaitaia encouraging kids (1200+) help fight suicide by talking and supporting each other rather than taking their own lives. There have been over 30 suicides up their in the last year including the countries youngest a 10 year old boy.
We don’t get any funding, instead me and a very small team of dedicated mates run golf tournaments, sausage sizzles, comedy gigs to keep it all going. When thats not enough I sell shit I know longer need, 3 weeks ago I sold my old school Valiant and I’m about to sell my Harley so I can go on doing this work. Why? Because there are some seriously great kids out there, who through no fault of their own, have been beaten down by fucked up circumstances who need someone out there fighting for them.
David Fisher is supposed to be “a decent journalist, trained and skilled” and yet he fails to find any empathy or understanding about mental health issues.
Instead he uses my public honesty and discussions about depression and the battles I have had and continue to have as a weapon against me.
He is meant to be a journalist, at a newspaper of record, and yet he sees fit to attack my mental health as some sort of public way to get at me.
Well I am tougher than that. I pity David Fisher that his life and his newspaper are so shallow that he feels the need to use my health as a point of attack.
It belittles him and belittles his paper.
I would now be very wary as indeed should everyone else who he approaches to do stories that he lacks the necessary empathy to even speak with sufferers of depression and other mental illnesses.
I wrote about those topics so that I amy help others, now David Fisher uses that against me as a weapon. What a shameful, sad and dishonest little man. Read more »