
CandyCane
Student
- Mar 11, 2022
- 143
I've had a chronic illness for 12 years. It's iatrogenic, my doctor caused it. There is absolutely no medical help for it and doctors are often very hostile about. Every doctors appointment I go to is a living hell, and I'm gaslit. Because of the lack of medical awareness, nobody else is very nice to me about it either. It's not like "cancer" where people know it's a real thing, there's always accusations that you're making it up or whatever. I've been bedridden for about 8 years now. I'm tortured alive every single day. Some people with my condition improve, and in some ways I have, but not enough to function. Some even heal entirely and live full lives. I don't think that's going to be me. It's not just the disability, but it's actually torture to live in my body. It's a sensory nightmare. I get feelings of terror constantly as well. Just pure terror. I could spend pages just describing my symptoms but that's not the point. It's really bad. Worse than I could have ever imagined. I have so many things that are probably most like panic attacks, not really sure. They're horrifying.
I'm stuck living with my parents, now, despite being an adult. They were very abusive to me growing up. I didn't even realize how screwed up they were until I moved back. I was out functioning until my disability and trying to live my life. They're both very emotionally immature, self involved, perhaps narcissistic, and have very little empathy for anyone else. They also both are older and seem to be slipping into dementia. They randomly pop off and berate me, tell me what a disappointment I am or some other rude thing. I've spent every holiday for the last 8 years completely alone in bed in my room.
I used to be kind of pretty, and people would be very nice to me. Just treated better. Now I just seem rundown, a little overweight, etc. I can't get my hair done, I'm too tired and sick. I've lost this special treatment in some way. People don't look at me the same. I'm not sure I really care because I'm bedridden, but I'm reminded of this every time I have to go somewhere. I'm not sure this is very important to me, I realize it can sound shallow, but it's taken away kind of my ability of have people willing to help which I didn't realize this was why they were willing at the time.
I don't have any debt, I have a nice partner, but it's long distance, and he seems to like it that way. I get along with him well, but I wish he was here and I don't think he ever will be. I love my pets, I would be heartbroken to leave them and I don't know how to find someone to care for them. I have some nice friends, but no real interest in seeing them lately because my health is so poor.
But the more this goes on the more I realize this situation cannot be maintained. If I don't get better, I only get sicker and am totally reliant on abusive people who are slowly losing their minds. I've told my parents and my partner I intend on taking my life in the near future. They both tell me I'll get better one day and to shut up. They don't want to talk about it. It sucks because I do have some savings and animals I want to leave in the best care possible. My mom told me to put my animals down if I'm going to kill myself, but I don't want to. I don't think they'd choose that if I could talk to them. I think they'd choose to preserve themselves and live with someone else in some way. I don't know how to find homes from your pets post mortem when you can't talk about it.
Also, suicide is unappealing. I'm afraid of the methods, I'm afraid of post-death in some way. I doubt there's anything, but there's always a what if. I'm afraid that everything I've done up until now was for nothing. Every situation I've tolerated was for nothing. It just all ends. I don't know how to plan my end of life. I also don't want to, I just can't live in this suffering anymore. I want to heal, but I'm not. The realization there is no answer beyond death is becoming louder and louder each passing day. And I hate it.
I'm stuck living with my parents, now, despite being an adult. They were very abusive to me growing up. I didn't even realize how screwed up they were until I moved back. I was out functioning until my disability and trying to live my life. They're both very emotionally immature, self involved, perhaps narcissistic, and have very little empathy for anyone else. They also both are older and seem to be slipping into dementia. They randomly pop off and berate me, tell me what a disappointment I am or some other rude thing. I've spent every holiday for the last 8 years completely alone in bed in my room.
I used to be kind of pretty, and people would be very nice to me. Just treated better. Now I just seem rundown, a little overweight, etc. I can't get my hair done, I'm too tired and sick. I've lost this special treatment in some way. People don't look at me the same. I'm not sure I really care because I'm bedridden, but I'm reminded of this every time I have to go somewhere. I'm not sure this is very important to me, I realize it can sound shallow, but it's taken away kind of my ability of have people willing to help which I didn't realize this was why they were willing at the time.
I don't have any debt, I have a nice partner, but it's long distance, and he seems to like it that way. I get along with him well, but I wish he was here and I don't think he ever will be. I love my pets, I would be heartbroken to leave them and I don't know how to find someone to care for them. I have some nice friends, but no real interest in seeing them lately because my health is so poor.
But the more this goes on the more I realize this situation cannot be maintained. If I don't get better, I only get sicker and am totally reliant on abusive people who are slowly losing their minds. I've told my parents and my partner I intend on taking my life in the near future. They both tell me I'll get better one day and to shut up. They don't want to talk about it. It sucks because I do have some savings and animals I want to leave in the best care possible. My mom told me to put my animals down if I'm going to kill myself, but I don't want to. I don't think they'd choose that if I could talk to them. I think they'd choose to preserve themselves and live with someone else in some way. I don't know how to find homes from your pets post mortem when you can't talk about it.
Also, suicide is unappealing. I'm afraid of the methods, I'm afraid of post-death in some way. I doubt there's anything, but there's always a what if. I'm afraid that everything I've done up until now was for nothing. Every situation I've tolerated was for nothing. It just all ends. I don't know how to plan my end of life. I also don't want to, I just can't live in this suffering anymore. I want to heal, but I'm not. The realization there is no answer beyond death is becoming louder and louder each passing day. And I hate it.