Interesting geographic/demographic differences. Here in the Northwest, people have little to no interest in one’s religious affiliation — maybe too little. We are Catholic but the kids go to a Baptist Vacation Bible School most summers and have a good time. Never any comments about our faith one way or the other. The only time I ever heard a somewhat negative comment was when I went on a date with a Southern Baptist years ago — in hindsight it was surprising she agreed to go out with me! She was OK, though, and invited me to some things. Anglican is a rare word here also but most adults would probably associate it with the Episcopalian faith — for better or worse.
On the other topic, I was an Assistant Psychologist in an inpatient facility for a while and also knew a family with similar circumstances to what you describe. That one was successful at the attempt. Very tragic. In our state also involuntary commitment has a very high bar that must be surpassed for the order. Of course, we are glad the bar is not too low or the inside of the facility would be familiar to many of us.
Our godson’s attempts have involved jumping out of a moving car, running into the road in front of oncoming traffic and the last an overdose of his medications.
When he ran into traffic a driver swerved to miss him. That poor soul could have crashed and died himself or what if he had hit our godson and killed him? He would have been left with that image for life.
I am resolved that barring a miracle he will at some point succeed, I pray he doesn’t harm anyone else, physically or emotionally.
Adult services doesn’t seem interested telling me he has to be a danger to himself or others. I think the attempts show he is but they are not convinced. It’s a nightmare. He is on meds, off meds, on different meds, sleeping, depressed, hearing voices and seeing trolls who he thinks are watching him. He has put cardboard his bedroom window so they can’t see in. His mother says he has a few “quirks”. She doesn’t see that he gets to appointments on schedule and covers for him so the doctor won’t know how bad it is. sigh What more can I do? I pray every day but am still afraid to answer the phone when his mother calls because I fear the worst.