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iminhell
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- Apr 21, 2026
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Husband and son finally gave permission. I am seriously physically ill, in bad cognitive and financial decline (please read my first post-- it explains how objectively horrifying my life is). I need to ctb even more than I want to. I am all in.
I tried to explain that it's really hard to ctb. Really hard to source for it, or construct it, go undetected, etc. That it's looking impossible for me in my condition to accomplish it.
My son actually wants me to go because he sees what's coming, the physical, mental and financial suffering. Thinks I just need to get a little kayak and paddle out to sea and, hey presto, just drown. Undetected on the super crowded coast, even at night. That beaches don't get closed at night or patrolled. That drowning with a handful of pills is easy. It's heart breaking because he has finally accepted this, wants this and thinks I am just defeatist.
My husband has exploded because I was thinking about going tonight with my stash but I realize I don't have nearly enough -- just benzos and sleeping pills. He has actually left and said he thinks I am just full of sh*t -- even though he is the one who takes me to the doctors and hears the diagnoses. Says he is through with me. And a lot worse went on.
I am scared because he is actually crazy and in complete control of our lives-- financially and otherwise. He is my caregiver and I am his captive. He literally just said, "Live your life" after being a main reason -- directly and indirectly -- why I am losing my vision and hearing, have a broken nose and broken back, have SIADH, incontinence , colon and gi problems, and a lot more ( again, read my story for details).
How do people not know how hard it is to ctb?
I tried to explain that it's really hard to ctb. Really hard to source for it, or construct it, go undetected, etc. That it's looking impossible for me in my condition to accomplish it.
My son actually wants me to go because he sees what's coming, the physical, mental and financial suffering. Thinks I just need to get a little kayak and paddle out to sea and, hey presto, just drown. Undetected on the super crowded coast, even at night. That beaches don't get closed at night or patrolled. That drowning with a handful of pills is easy. It's heart breaking because he has finally accepted this, wants this and thinks I am just defeatist.
My husband has exploded because I was thinking about going tonight with my stash but I realize I don't have nearly enough -- just benzos and sleeping pills. He has actually left and said he thinks I am just full of sh*t -- even though he is the one who takes me to the doctors and hears the diagnoses. Says he is through with me. And a lot worse went on.
I am scared because he is actually crazy and in complete control of our lives-- financially and otherwise. He is my caregiver and I am his captive. He literally just said, "Live your life" after being a main reason -- directly and indirectly -- why I am losing my vision and hearing, have a broken nose and broken back, have SIADH, incontinence , colon and gi problems, and a lot more ( again, read my story for details).
How do people not know how hard it is to ctb?