
KuriGohan&Kamehameha
minecraft zombie
- Nov 23, 2020
- 1,325
So I was interested in trying to get euthanasia from Pegasos in Switzerland or one of the more "relaxed" assisted dying organisations, since I believe importing SN is gonna be unlikely now. Then I find out they won't approve anyone who has a "mental illness" and it's likely I'd be denied due to my age anyways.
I am suffering so badly and I told my boyfriend that I was crushed about being unable to have a choice in when my life ends and these restrictions imposed by death with dignity organisations, which I should not have said anything but I struggle to hide my emotions and my true thoughts..
Of course he got very upset at me, saying these rules made perfect sense and that I am being lead astray by people who are not normal online if I am seriously considering assisted ctb or ctb at all, because "Normal, healthy people would never consider such things. It's wrong, and you've let unhealthy, strange people tell you otherwise. "
I am quite open with my partner when I really shouldn't be, but I find it nearly impossible to hide my agony and pain when I am so physically ill and in a constant state of malaise and torment due to chronic fatigue. I got told that I don't care about how he feels, that I chose to wallow in misery and be unhappy, and that I don't want a relationship, just a punching bag.
Whenever I speak about how I truly feel, I am quite somber and reserved unless I am trying to play my suffering off as a macabre joke to make others laugh. I don't treat him like a punching bag, I just want to be heard and understood rather than being told platitudes, that it gets better, and that I choose to be unhappy.
My bf said he doesn't want to talk about stressful topics and simply wants to have fun, chat about games, and not think about it. How am I supposed to talk about games when I am living in hell? I beat myself up everyday because I can't make anyone happy it seems. I want so badly to pretend things are peachy and fine, but I genuinely have no interest in anything.
Nothing excites me in a positive way, and I have taken nearly every antidepressant that exists on the market, I know I don't have some kind of depression- or what these people seen to think depression is- because anyone would be miserable in my circumstances and no drugs or therapists could circumvent how horrible it feels to lose your mind and body to chronic fatigue.
Even if I magically wasn't ill and could zap away my ptsd and autism too, I wouldn't want to live anymore because I have seen first hand how the world treats the disabled, the undesirable, and the meek. The idea of working 40 hrs a week for practically nothing and taking on a persona that's about as authentic as a pre-programmed chatbot does not sound desirable in the slightest. I'd rather drink cyanide than be forced to wear a pencil skirt and makeup everyday so I can be a visually appealing drone for my fellow worker bots, following the same groundhog day routine as my retinas turn to dust from decades of squinting at excel spreadsheets.
My views on life- and death, for that matter- simply aren't compatible with this world. Oh, how it pains me that I can't please my partner any longer, that I can't pretend that I enjoy games or music or TV or whatever, or conjure up lighthearted conversations and fun. I am basically useless. I know I am a burden and I am hurting others because my very existence depresses other people. Because of my visa and my disabilities I pretty much rely on my boyfriend and he knows this. So I have even more obligation to try to make him happy because he does so much for me.
I am hurting others by being alive but I know he will be devastated when I ctb. I know there's no other options. I've tried everything and as soon as I have a method it will be my time to go. Honestly knowing I am a burden on others and I am making them sad only makes me even more hellbent on ctb. Can anyone relate?
I am suffering so badly and I told my boyfriend that I was crushed about being unable to have a choice in when my life ends and these restrictions imposed by death with dignity organisations, which I should not have said anything but I struggle to hide my emotions and my true thoughts..
Of course he got very upset at me, saying these rules made perfect sense and that I am being lead astray by people who are not normal online if I am seriously considering assisted ctb or ctb at all, because "Normal, healthy people would never consider such things. It's wrong, and you've let unhealthy, strange people tell you otherwise. "
I am quite open with my partner when I really shouldn't be, but I find it nearly impossible to hide my agony and pain when I am so physically ill and in a constant state of malaise and torment due to chronic fatigue. I got told that I don't care about how he feels, that I chose to wallow in misery and be unhappy, and that I don't want a relationship, just a punching bag.
Whenever I speak about how I truly feel, I am quite somber and reserved unless I am trying to play my suffering off as a macabre joke to make others laugh. I don't treat him like a punching bag, I just want to be heard and understood rather than being told platitudes, that it gets better, and that I choose to be unhappy.
My bf said he doesn't want to talk about stressful topics and simply wants to have fun, chat about games, and not think about it. How am I supposed to talk about games when I am living in hell? I beat myself up everyday because I can't make anyone happy it seems. I want so badly to pretend things are peachy and fine, but I genuinely have no interest in anything.
Nothing excites me in a positive way, and I have taken nearly every antidepressant that exists on the market, I know I don't have some kind of depression- or what these people seen to think depression is- because anyone would be miserable in my circumstances and no drugs or therapists could circumvent how horrible it feels to lose your mind and body to chronic fatigue.
Even if I magically wasn't ill and could zap away my ptsd and autism too, I wouldn't want to live anymore because I have seen first hand how the world treats the disabled, the undesirable, and the meek. The idea of working 40 hrs a week for practically nothing and taking on a persona that's about as authentic as a pre-programmed chatbot does not sound desirable in the slightest. I'd rather drink cyanide than be forced to wear a pencil skirt and makeup everyday so I can be a visually appealing drone for my fellow worker bots, following the same groundhog day routine as my retinas turn to dust from decades of squinting at excel spreadsheets.
My views on life- and death, for that matter- simply aren't compatible with this world. Oh, how it pains me that I can't please my partner any longer, that I can't pretend that I enjoy games or music or TV or whatever, or conjure up lighthearted conversations and fun. I am basically useless. I know I am a burden and I am hurting others because my very existence depresses other people. Because of my visa and my disabilities I pretty much rely on my boyfriend and he knows this. So I have even more obligation to try to make him happy because he does so much for me.
I am hurting others by being alive but I know he will be devastated when I ctb. I know there's no other options. I've tried everything and as soon as I have a method it will be my time to go. Honestly knowing I am a burden on others and I am making them sad only makes me even more hellbent on ctb. Can anyone relate?