#areyouboggedmate ? This article written by Mary O’Brien, a private consultant based in southern Queensland specialising in spray application and drift management, has struck a chord with people all over Australia and the world on social media in recent weeks. For the benefit of those who haven’t yet seen it Grain Central republishes it today with Mary’s permission. If you read one story today, we would urge you to make it this one:
I SPEND a lot of time raising awareness about spray drift but recent events have compelled me to talk about something that disturbs me even more than spray drift.
I have spent my whole life working in rural and remote Australia and always around country blokes; working with them, for them, and beside them. My father was one, my brother is one, and most of my dearest friends are country blokes. I have always worked in male dominated occupations and that certainly doesn’t make me special but I believe it has given me a good understanding of rural men and it has definitely given me a deep and profound respect for them.
So when I see country blokes facing challenges like never before, I need to say something because I know none of them will. I’m talking about rural men’s mental health and more specifically, rural male suicide. Yes, that mongrel black dog that sneaks in when you least expect it, grabs all of your rational thoughts, buries them somewhere you can’t find them, and without you or those close to you noticing, it gradually pulls you into a hole, a bog hole.
As I recently watched a massive line of four-wheel drives file slowly in and park reverently outside a small country town church, something in my heart changed forever. They emerged, dressed in their Sunday best; some of these blokes I didn’t even know owned a tie. It was a really busy time of year but they stopped all of those important farm jobs to come and say goodbye and pay their respects to a mate who decided to hand in his time sheet way too early. As the minister lamented quotes from the bible about ‘a time for everything; a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to reap’, you know the one. All I could think was, these are farmers, no one knows better than this crowd about planting and reaping but I’m stuffed if I could find any reason for this man to die at his own hand in the prime of his life. And judging by the faces on the country men around me, neither could they.
The statistics are everywhere, Australian males between 15 and 45 years of age are the highest risk category for suicide. Men are 3 to 4 times more likely to take their own life than women and the further you move from the coast into regional, rural, and remote Australia, the more that figure climbs. Why? Why are my country heroes cashing in their chips early? The experts will tell you that that it’s due to reasons like ‘the isolation’, ‘men don’t talk about emotions’, ‘they don’t know how to express their feelings’…. Well I call bullshit! I don’t have a psychology degree of any kind, I’m not a doctor of any type, I haven’t studied mental health at all but I do know country men. And this is what I do know… country men are the toughest, hardest working, funniest, most sincere, totally dependable, thoroughly genuine people you will ever meet. So don’t sit in your university office in the city and tell me that you know rural men.
As a rule I don’t think rural men are challenged by ‘the isolation’. I think most actually thrive on it, they enjoy the peace and tranquillity that surrounds them. They enjoy the time they spend tending the earth and it’s creatures. They are nourished and challenged by nature and all it’s hardships. Everyone needs interaction with other people but isolation only really becomes a major problem when coupled with depression.
True, rural men ‘don’t talk about emotions’, that’s not how they are wired and they never will be so stop expecting it of them.
True, rural men don’t ‘express their feelings’ in the same way that inner city society expects them to. Let’s face it, rural men are never going to be like their soft pink-handed city counterparts (no disrespect to city blokes intended, purely a comparison!). Country blokes aren’t going to join a men’s group or catch up with mates to discuss their feelings, relationships, or finances over a double decaf latte at some hipster café that has kale on the menu. That’s not how they roll.
Rural men let off steam (release emotions) differently. They play footy, go camping, shooting, fishing, ride horses or dirt bikes, go water skiing, have a few beers with mates, they might even throw a few harmless punches with a mate after too many beers or on the footy field. These are just some of the release valves for rural men and they need to be supported and encouraged to do whatever it is that gives them release. Don’t let the pressure build inside.
There are multitudes of factors that lead to depression in rural men – droughts, floods, rising input costs, falling commodity prices, pressure from banks, family pressure, feeling compelled to stay on the farm, etcetera. Today rural men and particularly farmers have additional pressures to previous generations. They are expected to be soil scientists, agronomists, hydrologists, accountants, meteorologists, chemical experts, mechanics, engineers, marketers, environmentalists and the list goes on. Add to that a society that tells them they need to share 50pc parenting of their children, support their partner in her career, share the housework, and all the other gender equality stuff. Before anyone yells at me for dragging women back to the 1950s, I’m merely comparing the dramatic change in just one generation. Sorry fellas, you aren’t getting out of cleaning the dunny that easily!
The suite of skills needed to live and work in the rural sector has never been greater and yet the divide been city and country has never been bigger. Never before has agriculture been so scorned by city dwellers who view farmers as environmental vandals and poisonous food producers. And if all that isn’t enough pressure for rural blokes, what about adding a sick child, the loss of a loved one or a marriage breakdown into the equation? I don’t think we need another study to find out why rural men are struggling.
Millions of dollars are spent every year on rural men’s mental health, there are endless support services available, and yet the suicides keep happening. I certainly don’t have the answers but I know that most rural men will not seek help or talk to someone when they are struggling.
I like to use analogies to explain things so here is my spin on it.
We have all been bogged at some point. It might have been just a sticky patch of the road or paddock where the vehicle just stopped moving, you panicked, threw it into four-wheel drive and got out. Maybe you needed low range, maybe you had to winch yourself out, but you got out, you got through it. But what happens when you get properly bogged? When it’s down to the running boards, sitting on the chassis, you are not getting out of this one easily – that’s the kind of bogged I mean. So what do you do? Do you burn the vehicle? Hell no!
When you have finished swearing, praying and walking around in circles scratching your head; you know this is as bad as it gets, you are going to have to ask for help. Oh the shame! The whole district is going to be laughing about it, your mates will bring it up for years (probably ever!). You don’t want anyone to know but you have to get help.
It’s a bit the same with depression, but it’s not funny like when you get bogged in mud. Most of the time we get ourselves through the rough patches in life but when depression strikes, you need proper medical care to get you out of this bog hole. The more bogged you get the harder it is to ask for help. In your head, you will justify to yourself with a million excuses why you can’t or won’t ask for help. None of those excuses are any comfort as I watch a grieving widow, a young family and a whole community grapple to find answers and repeatedly ask ‘why didn’t he tell someone’.
You don’t want anyone to know that you aren’t coping and you don’t want to talk to some counsellor that doesn’t know you, I get that. But please, for the sake of your family and your precious rural communities, reach out to somebody, anybody, your partner, your mates, or even me. We will support you. You are only bogged, it’s okay, we all get bogged but most importantly, you can definitely get out of it. Don’t destroy your vehicle just because you are bogged to the ass. Tell someone you are feeling bogged. If your son was struggling, would you want him to ask for help?
I promise you there is always a way out of the bog hole and there are plenty of people ready to help you. Don’t choose a permanent solution for a temporary problem. We have already lost too many good men.
Places you can go to get a tow when you are bogged
Black Dog Institute
Tie Up The Black Dog
This article was written by Mary O’Brien, a private consultant based in southern Queensland specialising in spray application and drift management.
It first appeared on her website: www.maryobrienrural.com.au
“I make a lot of noise about spray drift using #getmydrift but after losing several Darling Downs rural men in the last few months, I felt I had to go in to bat for rural blokes. So I wrote this article and started a new hash tag #areyouboggedmate
The response has blown me away. The article seems to have struck a chord with rural men right across Australia and the world. I’m receiving so many messages and emails from men and women everywhere who have faced, are facing or know someone that has been bitten by the black dog.
The article tends to focus on farmers but I wrote it with ALL rural men in mind be they farmers, truck drivers, agronomists, stock and station agents, contract harvesters, machinery dealers, shearers, pilots, mechanics, etc.
I have had some feedback saying I should also think about rural women, teenagers, city men and other groups who struggle with depression.
Under no circumstances was it my intention to detract from the plight of anyone facing mental health issues.
The sole purpose of this article was to focus on rural men and I make no apologies for that.”
Brilliant Mary. Bogged is bogged. No one likes the thought of being laughed at, but sometimes you just need help. Great analogy. Well written. Thank you.
Well said,reminds me of the line in Crocodile Dundee.
We all need a Donk at times, and often we need to be somebodies Donk
Well written. Yes , they are bogged and you are right , you can get it out but you need to have help. Like you said, they would turn the world upside down to get the truck or machinery out of the bog, why not go and get help for their body to get out of the bog.Leave the gun in the safe ,mate and and ring you mate, he will listen to you and help you get out of the bog. ( If you tell him the truth) He will not condemn you ,he will want to help you get out of the bog just as if you asked for the truck or tractor.