In arguing from a 'purist' standpoint, I can understand. The one thing about depression and suicide is that it soooo often passes. One day one's at the very bottom of the barrel and feels they can't go on. The next, the depression has mellowed a bit and life is worth living again. I'm sorry that you are bi-polar. My favorite aunt was bi-polar. I think I can understand the depths of despair you sometimes endure. *Hug*I personally have Bipolar type Depressions totally suck. For many years I struggled and I still do, although I accept it more. There are times when I may have opted for assisted suicide. However, my main point is that someone who is not terminally ill, seriously disabled, or psychologically afflicted - a normal healthy adult - should be able to choose to undergo assisted suicide. It should be a right.
Thank you, Quazi!
You all need to be careful what you wish for. Does anyone remember the old movie, "Soylent Green" starring the late Charleton Heston? That was a futuristic movie where old people were encouraged to go to a place, take a shot and die. Then their bodies were disposed of by the state, mandatory. There was a reason they wanted the bodies, though. You see the bodies were the main ingredient of the wonder food, Soylent Green. Far fetched? Well, I've seen some unusual things come down the pike in the last few years.
I have a friend who has alzheimers straight up the family tree for four generations. All I know is my mother (dad's not my real dad, mom is adopted) has Lewy Body Dementia. If I came to a time where my brain started leaving the building, I'd want out. I don't want to be in diapers. I don't want to be forever grasping for words and thoughts that are no longer in my reach. My mother was a brilliant woman. It hurts to see that kind of brain power just wander off.
We're lucky in that the rage she carried her whole life was eradicated by the disease. I'm afraid I'd have the opposite happen. What if my PTSD made me think somebody I loved was actually some other person who hurt me badly, back in the day?
I know I'm borrowing trouble. I don't fear anything of the sort - but my sister does. I want to decide when it's my time to go if this horrific disease is on the table.
An overweight friend of mine had a stroke, once. He was recovering rather nicely when he slipped in the bathtub and broke both his legs. It was so bad for them, that his wife couldn't help him because of his immense weight. They eventually put him in a nursing home, just so he could receive therapy. Rather than try to lift him up to get him to a bathroom, they put diapers on him. He described to me how humiliating it was, but there was no other solution. For as long as I knew him, he had been fat. He passed away 5 years ago, but even in his debilitated condition, he never lost the will to live.
Last edited by bicycleman; 08-08-10 at 11:54 AM.
terminal illness yes, anything else, no, i mean, what would emo teenagers do if contemplating suicide was no longer seen as rebellious, they'd have to start threatening to eat part of their own livers or something.
"To waste, to destroy, our natural resources, to skin and exhaust the land instead of using it so as to increase its usefulness, will result in undermining in the days of our children the very prosperity which we ought by rights to hand down to them."~ Theodore Roosevelt (Message to Congress, Dec. 3, 1907)
I wanted to point out one thing quick that I mentioned in passing earlier, and do want to actually emphasize. I do not think people should be questioned or encouraged to commit any form of suicide. I think in the cases allowed, the person has to be the one to bring up the subject. A doctor should never go "do you want to suicide?"