Charles Skye Campbell 1974-2006
Thursday, February 8, 2007
These days when I drive by the courthouse, I have a vision of my son in chains, shackled at the wrists and ankles, shuffling down the long tile hallways in orange plastic slippers. I see his eyes, looking to us — his parents — the judge, the DA, the public defender, wondering what we were doing, hoping we knew.
The pageant that takes place daily at this lavish reminder of colonialism is becoming a new parody of justice. The most vulnerable and sensitive young people in our community — those with a thought or mood disorder or brain injury, often with co-occurring substance abuse — are being incarcerated instead of receiving treatment. And there seems to be an epidemic of these imbalances among young adults.
This is why our jails and prisons are overflowing. Last year, at least 70 people died in Santa Barbara County of drug overdose and suicide. Most of their families struggled for years to get help. These struggles, common as they are, are not stories one reads about daily in the paper. The shame and stigma associated with drug abuse, mental illness, and incarceration isolates and prevents families from getting the support that is so desperately needed.
A tragic cluster of deaths last winter speaks for itself. On January 18, 2006, John Tarasovic committed suicide a few days after being released from jail, where he had slit his wrists on Christmas Eve. When his family made its weekly visit shortly after his release, they were told he was not available; no explanation was given. He had been released with no treatment plan. John was a bright 26-year-old computer engineer who worked in real estate. He had been struggling with bipolar disorder and dependency on prescription drugs.
On January 16, 2006, John and Anna Campbell were notified that their son’s remains had been found in the redwoods above Santa Cruz. Skye had been missing for almost a year. After a serious fall from a water tower in Bali in 1993, he made an amazing recovery from paralysis, but the effects of head trauma made life extremely difficult and employment almost impossible, as he suffered from post-traumatic stress and constant pain. Drugs helped him cope, but eventually contributed to his addiction and, at times, life on the streets. The chief problem was the lack of local residential treatment. Finally, he found recovery at A Spiritual Abode (ASA), a private, spiritually based residential program in Santa Maria. In January 2005, Skye moved to Santa Cruz, where he went missing.
My son, Ian Bezman disappeared on November 9, 2005. What began as a relaxing day off work ended in tragedy when he received a “dirty test” at a court-ordered program. Ian, diagnosed bipolar, had struggled with low self-esteem and substance abuse for years, but had gained remarkable self-respect in the past few months. He loved his work with the Carpenter’s Union and his automotive class at City College; he loved his girlfriend and was proud of his Toyota truck. But now he was facing jail. Again. Frustrated and ashamed, he called his boss to say he wasn’t going to be able to work and was going out to get “high.” His body was found three weeks later in a drainage ditch alongside the freeway — a stone’s throw from his job site. The toxicology report showed a lethal amount of morphine. His memorial was held at the Alano Club on December 10, 2005, which would have been his 24th birthday.
Two days later, Sharron Rose found her son Richard’s body facedown in the backyard of his house in Summerland. Diagnosed bipolar, Richard was a talented artist and musician who was having a rough time as his long-term partner had left him. Less than a week earlier, he had asked his mother to get him some help; he seemed to be OD-ing on meth. When Sharron called for help, cops booked Richard into jail on a probation violation, but promised to transfer him to Vista del Mar mental hospital in Ventura when he was released, on the recommendation of his psychiatrist. This never happened. He was released within 24 hours and died six days later.
Ian, Richard, Skye, and John had much in common. All were local young men beloved by their friends and families, and all were intelligent, talented people with a great deal to offer the world. They also had in common the diagnosis of a thought and/or mood disorder combined with addiction — an occurrence known as “dual diagnosis” — which they tried diligently to overcome.
A memorial gathering for Ian in a friend’s home was attended by Sharron, Anna, myself, and another mother whose daughter was addicted to meth. As each person spoke around the circle, a determination arose to help families dealing with the twin challenge of mental illness combined with addiction. We began to meet and were joined by other caring parents whose sons and daughters were typically cycling between the streets, home, and jail.
We were competent parents who were doing our best. Our young adult children had been raised with love and discipline, their once bright futures now shattered. None of us approved or condoned drug abuse. We recognized that while there is an element of choice in drug use, no one chooses mental illness. All of us desperately wanted recovery for our loved ones, and all of us were terribly frustrated. We had all been through hell.
We shared stories about what we had been through, about how the system, as well as the illness and the addiction itself, drives a wedge between parents and children. One family had to sign statements saying they refused to let their son live at home so he could qualify for residential treatment. After nine years, he was admitted, only to be kicked out 10 days later. A mother told how her daughter fell off the top bunk in her cell and suffered a concussion, but was refused treatment by jail medical personnel. One young man, just released from Cottage Hospital where he’d had surgery for a strep infection in his leg, was arrested and tested positive for morphine, which he’d been given in the hospital. He was jailed. At risk of leg amputation, he was on ’round-the-clock antibiotics. Though the jail nurses were informed of this, they refused to call the jail doctor to order antibiotics or the hospital to verify his medical situation.
We talked about surreal experiences with the Mental Health Assessment Team. How in order to get a mental health assessment, one must call 911 and the police. About the perverse county policy that often requires young adults to live on the streets before they qualify for residential treatment. About how our sons and daughters are often released from jail in the middle of the night with no linkage to treatment. About the demeaning and senseless vagaries of a broken system.
Dual diagnosis is too difficult for families to handle alone. The revolving door into jail, out of jail, into jail, and too often to prison leaves a trail of death in its wake. What is missing is the door to treatment.
We’ve formed an organization called FACT: Families Advocating for Compassionate Treatment. We provide support and information to families with loved ones who are dually diagnosed. We want people to know what their options are when they are in crisis. For example, we want folks to know that in court they have the right to disclose their medical history. When the court was informed by a mother that her daughter was bipolar and suffering from post-traumatic stress after her sister’s death, the daughter was ordered to residential treatment.
We want families to help shape how this community will treat people with mood or thought disorders accompanied by addiction. We want more residential treatment beds for our dually diagnosed. We want to reduce the high incidence of death.
We want to prevent situations like the recent tasering and incarceration of Mateo Wood. Last November, Mateo was standing on a street near his sober living house. Someone found his behavior suspicious and called 911. When police officers approached, he got on his bicycle. The police report claimed he was “talking unintelligibly” and trying to hide behind bushes. As he tested negative for drugs, he was likely in a manic state, since he is by nature a calm person. Mateo was tasered several times and beaten. Arrested for “resisting arrest,” Mateo sat in jail for about six weeks. One weekend, his mother went to visit him and was told he’d been bussed to Wasco State Prison because his “resisting arrest” was deemed a parole violation. What a sad, unjust punishment for acting odd! Too often, our mentally ill are chased, imprisoned, and convicted of resisting arrest when there is no underlying crime. One young man was chased, tackled, arrested, jailed, and convicted when, according to the police report, he was simply out walking his puppy and appeared “homeless.”
Often the behavior in public of someone with mental illness is misinterpreted. When well-meaning citizens call 911 to report strange behavior, what ensues is not always in society’s best interest. Despite remarkable efforts to establish Restorative Policing and Crisis Intervention Training sponsored by Alcohol, Drug, and Mental Health Services, police officers regularly face challenges in dealing with increasing numbers of emotionally distraught and mentally disoriented citizens. We have such a paucity of treatment beds that often there is no place to take them but jail. Other communities manage better. So can we.
Parents are sometimes relieved when their son or daughter is arrested, because they’re safer in jail than on the street — a testament to the basic decency of our jail, despite overcrowding. Yet there is something essentially cruel about a society that treats its most wounded and sensitive young members as criminals.
Many dually diagnosed residents of our county have been sent to prison, their “crime” being that they were acting crazy. Sometimes their parents reported them, trying to get help. The last thing they wanted was for their child to sit in prison with no treatment.
FACT wants to help Santa Barbarans come together to deal more compassionately and sensibly with co-occurring mental illness and substance abuse. We are planning a town hall meeting this spring to document what has been going on and to open a forum to search for more humane, effective solutions. We believe the facts speak clearly, and that truth is powerful.
Dual diagnosis occurs in all kinds of families, in all socioeconomic and ethnic groups. It touches the lives of so many mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters. If you have a loved one who is suffering with mental illness and addiction, we invite you join us. We usually meet on the second and fourth Monday of the month at 7 p.m. at the Unitarian Society (1535 Santa Barbara St., classroom B). You will be welcomed. For information, call 637-1339 or visit FamiliesACT.com.
We are more than a support group for we are actively working together for change. This gives us energy, courage, and hope. Join Families Advocating for Compassionate Treatment and be part of this change.
If you have a loved one suffering with mental illness and substance abuse, contact FACT: Families Advocating for Compassionate Treatment at 637-1339 or FamiliesACT.com.
Suzanne Riordan & Anna Campbell, worked with founding members of FACT: Families Advocating for Compassionate Treatment, in developing this article.
Related In Memoriams:
Charles Skye Campbell 1974-2005
Skye grew up in Santa Barbara. Kind, intelligent, artistic, and adventurous, he loved animals and nature. A surfer and skateboarder, Skye played soccer and guitar. At middle school graduation, he was named “peacemaker.” In high school, Skye excelled in art, writing, science, and geometry. His senior year, he accidentally drove over a cliff but miraculously survived.
Charles Skye Campbell 1974-2006
When he was 18, Skye fell from a water tower in Bali, hitting his head and fracturing his spine. He was paralyzed, but with intense work he relearned how to walk and use his hands. Amazingly, he was able to bike, skateboard, play guitar, write, draw, paint, take classes, travel, and one time, fly a light airplane. But serious aftereffects of the fall made life extremely challenging.
In daunting circumstances, including loss, pain, spiritual travails, and eventually addiction, Skye kept his equanimity, humor, and hopefulness. Skye was brave, artistic, generous, and compassionate.
Putting great effort into recovery, Skye went to A Spiritual Abode in Santa Maria and later attended Moorpark College. In January 2005, he moved to Santa Cruz. He loved the redwood forest, the beach, and the people. That February, he went missing. On January 15, 2006, his skeletal remains were found in the redwoods.
Friends gathered there with his family on his birthday, January 21. In February, a memorial was held at Trinity Episcopal Church in Santa Barbara with a Medicine Circle and Irish Ceilidh. He is survived by his sisters Heather and Danae, parents John and Anna Campbell, and many friends. Skye, we love you always.
Kiwana’an.
John Tarasovic 1979-2006
Born in New Jersey, John moved to Quito, Ecuador, with his family when he was six years old. In school, he had many friends and was very close to all of his family, especially his cousins. From a young age, John was very intellectual and had a special interest in music. As a child, he was extremely curious — he would take apart his favorite remote-control cars just to put them back together and find out how they worked. When he was around 13, his parents divorced. He learned to play the guitar when he turned 15 and quickly began to write songs. John loved reading, poetry, and literature.
John Tarasovic 1979-2006
In 1998, he came to Santa Barbara to pursue his studies. John obtained a degree in English and was pursuing a career in computer engineering. While he was going to S.B. City College, he renewed communication with his father after almost 10 years. Soon afterward, he realized he had a problem; his motivation started slipping little by little. He started losing interest in everything he once found enjoyable. Slowly he fell into depression and was diagnosed bipolar in 2001. John and his family struggled with the disease for many years, not fully understanding its consequences.
John was the sweetest brother a sister could have, the most loving son a mother could wish for. He had a kind and generous heart and a tremendous love for God. He is remembered by his parents Elba and Jan, his sisters Jane and Jennifer, and many friends.
Michael Aaron May, 1981-2006
Michael was born in Santa Barbara to Rod and Crystal May. He grew up and lived most of his life in Santa Barbara, where he became a skilled craftsman in the construction industry. With his gentle, patient, sweet, and thoughtful way, to know Michael was truly to love him. Even with moviestar good looks, he was content to let others take the spotlight while he cheered from the sidelines.
Michael Aaron May, 1981-2006
Michael was troubled at times throughout the years, but seemed to have turned a corner. He had worked very hard to restore his physical and spiritual health with the help of the recovery community. The past year, Michael was actively reaching out for life, love, and family. It was a particularly joyful time, seeing Michael become the man he was always meant to be — healthy, hopeful, loving, and happy. He seemed elated to see himself reflected in the eyes of those who had waited so long for this “rebirth.” Sadly, he impulsively chose to step backward “just one more time.”
Michael will forever be loved and missed by his family and friends. He is survived by his parents, brother Daniel, nephews, aunts, uncles, and grandmother. Michael is also survived by his girlfriend, Wendi White, and their beautiful son, Michael William May, born October 4, 2006.
Rest in peace, sweet darling boy.
Ian Bezman 1981-2005
Ian was exquisitely sensitive. He was unusually attuned to sound and music and often painfully aware of other’s feelings. Helping other people made him happy. Generous and compassionate by nature, he used to reach out to share his food from his highchair. Enthusiasm, artistic and musical talent, spiritual curiosity, and athletic prowess characterized him as a boy.
Ian Bezman 1981-2006
Ian always had a rich dream life, and once shared a wonderful dream in which he leapt from mountaintop to mountaintop. With a flair for drama and costume, Ian was a dramatic Goth figure downtown for several years. As he matured into manhood, he developed a deep voice and unique charisma, but struggled with depression and addiction.
In his last year, Ian was proud of his accomplishment as he worked his way up the ladder as a carpenter with the Carpenter’s Union. He attended a Lakota sweat lodge and felt cleansed of the darkness which preyed upon him.
A natural writer, Ian kept a journal, a testament to his struggles, hope, and spirituality: “The ghouls … and ghosts can make their presence known when given the power of one’s powerlessness.”
“Been sick. Hope I don’t have something that might end this capsule that holds my spirit.” “Finding out about the spirit and how strong it really is.” “The time is short here on earth. I must do something I need to accomplish before it’s too late.”
Hopefully, Ian was able to accomplish his mission before he died. His struggle will not be forgotten. His strong and pure spirit continues to inspire us.
Courtesy Photo
Richard “Bomer” Manzullo 1967-2005
Richard “Bomer” Manzullo 1967-2005
by Sharron Rose
Professionally and lovingly known as Bomer to his many friends, family, and fans throughout the world, Bomer was well-recognized for his many talents. He was put ahead in school at an early age and it was predicted he would become a great mathematician. Yet, his amazing abilities as a self-taught musician and songwriter led to his destiny to cocreate with Jason Sears and others the legendary punk rock band RKL in the early ’80s.
Considering both Santa Barbara and San Francisco his home, he lived a free-spirited and eclectic life, traveling the world and bringing his uniqueness and love to thousands of people. He later left RKL to begin The Other — creating nearly all the music and lyrics as his group toured the world. He was a poet, a humanitarian, and a handsome and loving soul who would complete his amazing life in Summerland. Here, he turned to visual art and classical piano, desiring to attend the Music Academy of the West. His paintings are extraordinary and will ultimately be exhibited byhis mother, Sharron Rose, along with his early art and other memorabilia.
Bomer/Richard was deeply spiritual, reverent, generous, and kind. He understood the difficulties that often accompany great talent and intelligence and was able to assist many aspiring artists and musicians as well as others less fortunate than himself as he lived out the remainder of his life in great comfort and beauty in Summerland, California, overlooking the magnificent ocean he so loved. He never failed to captivate a crowd with his charismatic personality, humor, wit, and charm.