prospero
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- Apr 14, 2023
- 12
I had a shitty childhood and social relations, I have autism, recurring several years long periods of diagnosed depression ever since I was a young adult etc. Currently I'm 45 and I've been in one sort of therapy or other for at least 3 years continuously. I try to work towards solving my issues, I'm active in therapy, I do my home works. However at the same time I'd like to CTB for long. I researched the subject pretty well and I had my benzo + alcohol + poison package ready for at least 1.5 years. I'm in the classic trap that I have children (12 & 14). I just can't resolve this conflict. I don't see value in my life, I suffer mental pain constantly, I can't even work to support my family financially. I tried all sorts of therapies and it pretty much seems that I'm going to get rejected from the current program because it requires much more determination and relentless work than what I'm capable of (I did give it a serious effort, it's just not enough). So I'm at square one again, probably could ask for an assessment for a more suitable therapy, then get on some waiting list for 6-12 months while getting some generic therapy and in the meantime I would just consume the rest of our savings.
So finally I decided today to go ahead. I have (almost) everything prepared. Like I have my very special whiskey, pack of benzo and about 4 times the LD50 of a certain inorganic salt. I made a hand written letter to the police so that the whole situation is clear and no one gets uncomfortable questions + left behind contact info. I have a place to CTB undisturbed and also without causing unnecessary problem to other people. I wrote a delayed email to the psychiatric institute where I get my therapies so that they call the police not much after I'm already dead. Also the day is just right, because my wife gets home earlier so it's not like the cops knock on the door and tell my children that daddy is dead.
Now I just need to write a farewell letter to my wife and to my children. And I'm stuck. Stuck right at the same spot where I've been stuck for years. I tried to think about all sorts of mental and emotional gymnastics so that I can justify me committing suicide even in light of the very likely immense pain and trauma I would likely cause. I fear that my older daughter might attempt suicide at some time as well. She is rather sensitive already + the trauma of my CTB + the bad example. My wife might be tough enough to go on after my CBT but should my daughter do it as well, she would probably snap and that would leave my younger daughter alone (diagnosed with autism like me). I discussed the topic with different people over the years, maybe I hear something that resolve the contradictions. I even asked ChatGPT, maybe it utters a half-baked sentence that gives me an idea. (I tried to come up with a similar story with a sick animal that shouldn't suffer any more. Otherwise ChatGPT would immediately recommend a mental health practitioner).
So today I thought I just don't think about it and go ahead. And then I tried to write a farewell letter. And it became very vivid what kind of pain would I cause and how long would it last. And that pain is certainly on a different level than mine. So how could I justify escaping my pain via CTB while others are going to suffer immensely more? But at the same time I just can't go on. I'm not capable. And it also bugs me that expect for a few happy periods I always felt rather miserable and I can't hope for some miracle to live like some wise old dude a few truly happy years just before I die of cancer or Parkinson's. It makes me angry that I didn't ask anybody to be born (and I made the same mistake). It makes me angry that my life is barely more than staying alive for the sake of others. I don't know how to resolve this.
Also, I can't mention in therapy that I'm this close to giving up because it would trigger all kinds of alarms and probably my stash would be confiscated and I would have to start staring at the periodic table again to find something that is both available and would do the trick.
So finally I decided today to go ahead. I have (almost) everything prepared. Like I have my very special whiskey, pack of benzo and about 4 times the LD50 of a certain inorganic salt. I made a hand written letter to the police so that the whole situation is clear and no one gets uncomfortable questions + left behind contact info. I have a place to CTB undisturbed and also without causing unnecessary problem to other people. I wrote a delayed email to the psychiatric institute where I get my therapies so that they call the police not much after I'm already dead. Also the day is just right, because my wife gets home earlier so it's not like the cops knock on the door and tell my children that daddy is dead.
Now I just need to write a farewell letter to my wife and to my children. And I'm stuck. Stuck right at the same spot where I've been stuck for years. I tried to think about all sorts of mental and emotional gymnastics so that I can justify me committing suicide even in light of the very likely immense pain and trauma I would likely cause. I fear that my older daughter might attempt suicide at some time as well. She is rather sensitive already + the trauma of my CTB + the bad example. My wife might be tough enough to go on after my CBT but should my daughter do it as well, she would probably snap and that would leave my younger daughter alone (diagnosed with autism like me). I discussed the topic with different people over the years, maybe I hear something that resolve the contradictions. I even asked ChatGPT, maybe it utters a half-baked sentence that gives me an idea. (I tried to come up with a similar story with a sick animal that shouldn't suffer any more. Otherwise ChatGPT would immediately recommend a mental health practitioner).
So today I thought I just don't think about it and go ahead. And then I tried to write a farewell letter. And it became very vivid what kind of pain would I cause and how long would it last. And that pain is certainly on a different level than mine. So how could I justify escaping my pain via CTB while others are going to suffer immensely more? But at the same time I just can't go on. I'm not capable. And it also bugs me that expect for a few happy periods I always felt rather miserable and I can't hope for some miracle to live like some wise old dude a few truly happy years just before I die of cancer or Parkinson's. It makes me angry that I didn't ask anybody to be born (and I made the same mistake). It makes me angry that my life is barely more than staying alive for the sake of others. I don't know how to resolve this.
Also, I can't mention in therapy that I'm this close to giving up because it would trigger all kinds of alarms and probably my stash would be confiscated and I would have to start staring at the periodic table again to find something that is both available and would do the trick.
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