Trying to Remember, Forced to Forget

About the Book

Dear Reader;

I have spent the past 52 years forgetting and remembering one small part of one day of my life that has affected me for my entire life. Memories are tucked away, asleep in your mind waiting for some outside stimuli to awaken them. But what happens to a memory when you have been told over and over it was just a bad dream, yet you really, really know it was not? What happens to your mind, what happens to your life? What happens when the memory does awake and surfaces for a brief time and then returns to sleep, waiting for the next stimuli? My story, my life, my thoughts, my insights are revealed in my book, my autobiography.

The day was January 19, 1948; the time was very early morning. I was four years old. I got out of bed to go to the bathroom and discovered my father’s body hanging from a rope tied to a pipe over the toilet. He had committed suicide. I remember this very vividly, even though my mother tried to convince me for the rest of my life that I never saw what happened. My mother even went so far as to make imaginary visits to the hospital every week for five months, bringing me a present each time and telling me it was from my father. How could this have been, he was dead, I saw him hanging? My mother was protecting me, and protecting herself from a tragedy she only could deal with by denying its very existence. And, by doing so, denying me the opportunity to grieve and put the tragedy behind me. My young mind could not cope with this confusion, so my response was hostility towards my mother, hostility that must have been so intense, my mother’s only recourse was to have me institutionalized.

Most of my past tragedy has been asleep, except for brief periods: when my daughters each turned four years old, and when I turned 43, the age my father ended his life. When my mother died, at age 88, the trauma once again awakened within me and this time I had this inner energy to discover all that I had either forgotten, repressed, did not know and/or did not understand.

Please join me on my emotional journey to rediscover my past, including the agonizing return to where I was institutionalized, realizing and facing the fact that even after all these years, I am a survivor of suicide, and I have all the scars that go along with it.

I have been driven to tell my story, a story I never shared with anybody until now. The telling all began with my daughters Elisa and Jenny, age 26 and 24, they never knew how their grandfather died. I had never told them for fear that they would consider suicide in a moment of despair. The only way I felt comfortable telling my story was through the written word. Well, the words just kept coming and coming and soon I had a book! I still don’t know where the energy came from, but it did (I like to think that my mother was guiding me).

Looking for answers about suicide, I became involved with the American Association of Suicidology. They encouraged me to tell my story at their annual conference in Los Angeles. It was a very emotional experience, but I learned and so did the psychologists, psychiatrists and other survivors–it was an eye-opener few days!

Most importantly this book is dedicated to my mother, whose love, courage and strength–even with her unnecessary denial and repression–had conquered all.

I know my autobiography will be as rewarding a journey for you, as it finally has been for me.

Judy Raphael Kletter

About the Author

Judith Raphael Kletter was born in Providence, Rhode Island and moved to Fall River, Massachusetts with her mother when she was ten years old. She received her BA degree from Emerson College. After graduation she worked in Boston as a Public Welfare Social Worker. In 1968 she married Michael E. Kletter, a college classmate, who was working as a Production Coordinator at Screen Gems Television in Hollywood, California. They have two daughters, Elisa and Jennifer who they raised, in Westchester County, New York. Judy has had a long and diverse career in media research/writing and healthcare communications. In addition for eighteen years she worked at Reader’s Digest as an Associate Art Editor for the International Art Department. She retired to SC with her husband Michael, a Partner at Creative 4 Media, a media communications company in NYC. Judy and Michael love the time they have to spend with their four grandchildren. She is a member of the American Association of Suicidology.