
Unicron
Member
- Oct 28, 2021
- 17
Hi everybody, I'm brand new here and I've joined because I've had enough.
Not to bore you with all the details, but I'm autistic and a long-term agoraphobe.
I sit on my own all day and can't communicate with anybody, either through will or ability.
I've wanted to go for the last twenty years but I've always hung around in the vain hope things will get better, but now I've accepted they won't.
I finally made my first attempt earlier this year and lament my failure every day.
I'd studied well, I knew all the methods but when it came to it, it was completely off the cuff and I OD'd on the first thing that came to hand - Tramadol.
It wasn't ideal but even so, I should have gone - I took over 40g [700+ tablets] - enough to kill me three times over but I was found the next morning and saved.
I woke up in hospital with a punctured lung from the paramedics and completely unable to coordinate myself. The doctors thought I would be brain damaged but I made a complete recovery - physically at least.
Now I'm just lamenting my failure and scared to do it again because of how much I'll upset my parents, but I really can't go on like this.
I hope I can find some peace soon, however it comes.
Not to bore you with all the details, but I'm autistic and a long-term agoraphobe.
I sit on my own all day and can't communicate with anybody, either through will or ability.
I've wanted to go for the last twenty years but I've always hung around in the vain hope things will get better, but now I've accepted they won't.
I finally made my first attempt earlier this year and lament my failure every day.
I'd studied well, I knew all the methods but when it came to it, it was completely off the cuff and I OD'd on the first thing that came to hand - Tramadol.
It wasn't ideal but even so, I should have gone - I took over 40g [700+ tablets] - enough to kill me three times over but I was found the next morning and saved.
I woke up in hospital with a punctured lung from the paramedics and completely unable to coordinate myself. The doctors thought I would be brain damaged but I made a complete recovery - physically at least.
Now I'm just lamenting my failure and scared to do it again because of how much I'll upset my parents, but I really can't go on like this.
I hope I can find some peace soon, however it comes.