This is a 2013 photo of Charles on the left, my son who took his life, and my older son, Richard, on the right who is a filmmaker in LA. This was taken on Charles’s holiday break from therapeutic boarding school (TBS).

For years after my son’s return and after his death by suicide in 2015, part of my parental guilt was having sent my son away to a therapeutic boarding school.

His track was —> Wilderness –> Therapeutic Boarding School (TBS)—> Regular Boarding School to finish his degree (Wasatch Academy) —> Home in 2014. All together it was 22 months in total.

There has been a revived focus on therapeutic boarding schools of late with a Netflix special, “The Program: Cons, Cults and Kidnapping,” which is about another TBS during an earlier period.

Then there is a recent NYT article about a music teacher from the school Charles attended being charged with sexual assault of minors in his role as a music teacher. He worked at the school 15 years before Charles arrived in 2012 and had long since been dismissed.

But the recent spotlight has rekindled past guilt. I’m able to process and dismiss those regrets and not leave them sitting on my heart like they once did. But it has inspired some unexpected memories and feelings.

Sending my son to a TBS wasn’t plan A

And it’s not a choice I would have thought to make had it not been recommended by a therapist and an educational consultant as my only option after exhausting all local resources.

A therapist told me “I go to at least one funeral a year for a child and I don’t want it to be your son’s.”

Since I’ve spoken publicly about TBS for the New York Times and on my blog, I tend to get the occasional message from people who went there or siblings of loved ones who went there and are no longer alive–most of whom have died from drug overdose-related deaths and suicides.

The notes usually say, “No wonder your child killed himself, you should have known better.”

Although I no longer take these personally and have a much tougher exoskeleton, I do understand the pain and need to lash out and blame. At first, I certainly didn’t need anyone else punishing me for sending my son away to a place I hoped and thought would help–a place recommended by people I trusted and cost more than double my house payment and financed by a home equity loan.

Was it the right thing to do?

It was a place that ultimately did not help but I’m not sure he would have lived as long as he did without it. To this day I have no idea what my alternative would have been other than watching him head toward a mountain to crash at breakneck speed.

The special on Netflix would say “No, it was stupid to send him” although they are not depicting the same time frame or same school but rather the worst of the worst. And hindsight always makes it so much easier to assign blame.

His therapist at the TBS was the best he ever had and their relationship was very special. It was this therapist who called and said, “Get him out, it’s no longer an environment that is helping him and he is backsliding.” So we did.

With the new article and movie, I do feel triggered and taken back to a time when I didn’t know what to do to save my son’s life and it plays on my doubts at the time about the places we sent him to help. I have forgiven myself. It’s not what caused my son’s death.

Making decisions with little information

My point is that we as parents are caught in situations around which we have no expertise and precious few resources and answers. Being desperate also makes us vulnerable. We peer inward and blame ourselves, when there are so many more contributing factors out of our control and plenty of bad advice to go with it.

We punish ourselves and focus on the 5% of parenting we did imperfectly, ignoring the 95% of parenting we did right.

I spent so much time with that kind of self-torture and am done with it because it simply serves no purpose. I can’t pass judgment myself through the lens of a person with all the facts and outcomes. That’s not fair to myself.

Today I would recommend that parents look into Family Based Therapy (FBT) or Family Based Treatment which first started with disordered eating. (Here is one example for FBT for addiction.) With FBT, you are learning with your child and it’s not such a violent adjustment when they return. That’s not to say that TBS or outpatient has not worked for some kids. It has. but it’s worth weighing FBT as an option.

All I can do now is fight for better resources and help educate others. That has to be enough.

Book Cover: Diary of a Broken Mind - A Mother's Story, a Son's Suicide, and the Haunting Lyrics He Left Behind by Anne Moss Rogers with Charles Rogers published by Beach Glass Books. New York Book Festival Winner. International Book Awards Finalist. Best Book Awards Award Winning Finalist. Reader's Favorite Book Award Finalist. 2020 Library of Virginia Literary Award Nominee.

Learn more about AnneMoss’ incredible story of grief, hope, and healing through her award-winning memoir Diary of a Broken Mind: A Mother’s Story, a Son’s Suicide, and the Haunting Lyrics He Left Behind. This book includes Charles’s lyrics that help answer the “why” behind his suicide.

Anne Moss writes an amazing book of her son Charles battle against SUD and depression, and ultimately a talented young man taking his life. After loosing my son to suicide her words of hope and healing helped me during a very difficult time.”