I am not exaggerating when I tell you that this website saved my life.
I first logged onto Sanctioned Suicide with the intention of researching the best means and methods to end myself. This wasn't a snap decision made in an emotional moment, but a rationally considered choice that I truly felt was for the best. (Well, as rational as one can be while dealing with clinical depression.) Quite honestly, I had good reason for wanting to end it all.
Despite having done everything "right"--gone to college, gotten a professional job, worked to build a life with someone I was foolish enough to love--everything was crashing to bits. Despite working hard and earning my bachelor's degree, I still wasn't earning a living wage, instead trapped in meaningless jobs that expected me to (quite literally) do the work of four people while they offered pitiful, stagnant wages and played games with my hours. (At the time, nearly all businesses in the US forced employees in my field to work as "contractors" so that said businesses didn't have to offer benefits or overtime, and they could leave their employees to shoulder all of the taxes alone. But, of course, we as employes got none of the benefits of being real contractors.)
My long-term boyfriend, meanwhile, had turned cruel and abusive. What's more, he was not only seeing someone else but was gleefully flaunting his other girlfriend. He even went so far as to move her in as a "roommate," although she never paid for anything and we didn't need help paying the bills. He made no secret of his favoritism. He'd take her out on expensive dates and buy her nice things, right in front of me, but he postponed an important occasion with my family because she had other plans and couldn't make it. (I hadn't even known he'd invited her.) When I dared to object, he said all of it was my fault, saying that maybe he could love me better if I wasn't ugly and awkward, and comparing me to, and I quote, "a retarded three-year-old." (Along with being depressed, I'm also high-functioning autistic.)
Yet I had to endure his petty cruelties because he'd convinced me to move out of state to be with him and, thanks to the job situation, I couldn't afford to leave him. That became a moot point when he finally threw me out of our shared apartment, after threatening me and destroying some things my father had left to me when he passed. At least I prevented him from sending my cats to the pound, which he tried to do. Even so, my financial situation was dismal. (Pro-Tip, NEVER agree to a joint bank account.) I had nowhere to go and I am ashamed to say that I became a burden on my family. So, yeah... My whole life was just shattered dust on the floor.
I'm not telling you all of this simply to vent or increase pathos. I'm telling you because I want you to fully understand that my desire to end my life stemmed from a truly dark, heartbroken, and hopeless place. I truly believed that there was no point in struggling on--I mean, for what? Just to work more horrible jobs so I could earn just enough to drive to my horrible jobs?--and I knew that my family, with whom I was forced to live due to the financial situation, would be far better off if I simply stopped existing. So I came here.
I came here looking to die and instead found the will to live. More accurately, I found a community of people who understood; people who didn't judge me or look at me with horror or try to bully me into happiness. Being forced to work as a "contractor" and therefore unable to afford medical insurance, I, naturally, could never hope to pay the $150+ per hour it costs to hire a psychiatric counselor. Here, however, on this website that so many "normal" people want so desperately to close down, I found people who would listen without accusing me of being selfish, weak, or dramatic. I could talk about my feelings, my hopelessness, and my fear that suicide was the only way I could ever make things right and feel free. I could admit to the darkness haunting my mind--admit that I wasn't sure how to conquer it, or even if I could--and yet no one here called me "monster."
For the first time, I was not alone. It is amazing what simply being able to talk about problems without shame or judgment can do for a person. I listened to others here and shared my own heartache in return, and in that manner we all found support.
True, there are some members of this website who, sadly, have not found healing and have instead found death. I cannot deny that there are those who were part of this community who have ended their own lives. However, the very idea, bandied about by so many experts, that this website caused those deaths is utterly ridiculous. More ships sink in often-used shipping lanes because more ships sail there. One would not blame the shipping lanes themselves for causing the sinking. Whether it is a simple fact that where there are more ships, there will be more shipwrecks. The statistics may be no higher, but the number is. Sanctioned Suicide is the same. When you have a gathering place for people struggling with suicidal ideation, then, yes, obviously there will be a larger number of suicides associated with that place because there are more suicidal people gathered there.
Think about it this way: if I were to walk by a gym and see a lot of overweight people inside working out because they were trying to improve themselves, and if, upon seeing this, I turned to you and said: "Look at that! Gyms clearly make people unhealthy!" you would know better than to agree with me, right? If people all utilize a service that is intended to help overcome a problem they all share, how could any sane, rational person suppose that said service causes said problem?
And yet, this is precisely what the experts are doing where Sanctioned Suicide is concerned. They are doing this for two reasons. First, suicide is a sensitive issue, the very mention of which causes emotional, knee-jerk reactions. In my experience, people who have never experienced suicidal ideation find facing someone who does almost abhorrent on a deep, instinctive level. It appears that the very idea of someone feeling driven to self-harm seems unnatural, perhaps even uncanny, to normal people, and that makes them writhingly uncomfortable. Yet they also feel a need to save us, and they're not quite sure what magic word or phrase they can say to put our suicidal inclinations back to sleep. The result is something similar to panic. That often leads them to be perhaps a little more impulsive and a little less logical when considering suicidal people.
The second reason is less complex: they simply do not fully understand. Oh, they can tell you all about this study and that brain chemical, but they don't truly understand what it feels like to be suicidal. That isn't their fault, of course; it's merely a fact that viewing something from the outside looking doesn't really capture the experience. Seeing the scar cannot teach you the pain of the wound.
So, the experts who want to do away with Sanctioned Suicide do not understand how much good this website has done--and continues to do--for those who have nowhere else to turn. I am certain I cannot be the only one who sees this, or the only one who can honestly say: Sanctioned Suicide saved my life.