Saying Goodbye to Mr. Hooper
On Thanksgiving Day in 1983, Sesame Street aired one of its most memorable episodes, acknowledging the passing of actor Will Lee. For many kids of the ’80s, it was their first lesson about death. Here’s the full episode with commentary.
I REMEMBER THIS.
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This is just downright disgraceful. What can I do to help?
I don’t think anyone can do anything to help.
I’ve been trying to get into some sort of regular, consistent therapy since I was 18. Since 1996. I was on my parents’ insurance then, and I couldn’t let them know about it so it wasn’t an option (it’s too complicated to explain why). I tried again when I was older, but then I couldn’t afford it on my own. I started seeing someone through Catholic Community Services, but then I had to move away for a job and there wasn’t a CCS facility near me. Then I got a good job with good insurance, but my job was so inflexible that I couldn’t do anything then, either. Then I got fired and was once again poor and with no insurance. I became poorer and poorer as the result of health problems, bad luck, and my own personality. I was allowed to see psychiatry and psychology interns at the University while I was a student, but they were interns so there was no consistency there, either. I can’t speak for everyone else in my situation, but I need consistency. In the two months I met with the last one, I didn’t even discuss my childhood trauma and PTSD. I casually mentioned it, once at the end of an appointment. These things take time and if I’m switching around all the time, no one gets to know me or can even figure out what’s wrong with me. I became part of “the system” which was supposed to help me get back on my feet, but it’s just as bad as the alternative.
