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emie_
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- May 28, 2020
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TW: Sexual assault and domestic abuse.
I'm at a point where suicide seems like the only way for things to get "better". I feel extremely guilty for having these thoughts and feelings, because I am surrounded by very supportive friends and an amazing boyfriend. However, there are things they cannot help me with, things that I probably will never be able to overcome. This post is sort of an overview of why I am planning on committing suicide, what that plan is, and my problems and concerns. Advice is welcome. Please be aware that this post mentions sexual assault and physical domestic abuse.
About me:
I am 21, trans, and living in a country where you could easily get killed for being LGBT. I've struggled with gender dysphoria my entire life, which has been a strong catalyst for my suicidal ideation in my early teenage years. While my family never rejected me, they didn't exactly support me either. My teenage years were very turbulent and self harmful, and I attempted a suicide by overdose with sleeping pills at 14, but had the stupid idea of drinking lots of alcohol with it, which made me puke. It obviously didn't work. That same year, I met a man. He was 20, and obviously looking back at it, the relationship is deeply problematic because of the age difference. But he was the only person to embrace my trans identity back then and made me feel like I was special and all that stuff. Now I've come to realize that this was just sexual for him. Regardless, I was in a relationship with that man for 2 years. At first, I felt euphoric, and was madly in love. Then he started getting abusive. He was extremely jealous and possessive, and would be quite controlling of what I could do or who i could see. Typical abusive manipulative behavior. He started hitting me a year into the relationship, not all the time, but it was sometimes intense enough to leave bruises.
When I was 16, I was sexually assaulted by 3 men. That same night, I attempted suicide for a second time, this time by hanging with a scarf. The scarf broke almost immediately, and I didn't try again. I told my parents, who just told me to not say anything to anyone. I didn't tell him, but I grew distant which made him even more abusive. I eventually left him after meeting another person that same year, that person being my current boyfriend. He's the complete opposite of my ex-boyfriend, and I was genuinely happy with him. After that sexual assault at 16 year old, I developed an eating disorder, but I was able to more or less "deal" with what had happened. I graduated with great grades, got accepted into uni, and everything was going well (relatively to my situation).
Three months ago, I receive a message from my ex-boyfriend on Twitter. I don't know how he found me, and why he decided to contact me now, four years after I broke up with him. He asked to meet, and when I didn't respond, threatened me and told me he would be uploading my UNDERAGE nude pictures and videos and sharing them with my family and friends if I didn't answer. I accepted to meet him, and genuinely thought he only wanted to talk. I was stupid. I met up with him alone, in his car. After talking for a few minutes, he tried to kiss me, and I instinctively slapped him. He just smiled, and tried again, only when I tried to push him away this time he held my hand and punched me several times for a minute or so. He then raped me. I'm not going to go into details, but after he was done, he apologized and I left. This time it was official, my life was ruined. I was too ashamed to tell my boyfriend, and I lied about my really bruised up face to my friends and family. They didn't believe me, and I ended up telling the truth. Besides a few supportive words, they didn't do much. Not that they could. I have experienced nightmares and panic attacks every single day ever since. Everything is triggering. Everything reminds me of what happened, both at 16 and a few months ago. I cannot function properly, and I alternate between states of intense anxiety, paranoia and severe, empty depression. I am convinced that I will never get better. Suicide is my only solution.
My plan:
This time, I am planning on drowning myself. I live just next to the sea. I know drowning might seem like an odd choice, but I have no other options really. Overdose is out of the question since I don't have access to reliable drugs that would do the work properly. Hanging is a no too because I strongly dislike the feeling of tightness around my neck and will probably not have the guts to do it again. Jumping off height terrifies me, especially the idea of surviving it. Drowning seems like the most accessible and easy way to do it. I am unsure on the technicalities as of yet, but I know that I will make use of weights to make sure that I stay anchored underwater. I might either tie my leg to a heavy object or Virginia Woolf it by wearing a coat and putting rocks in my pockets. I'll probably do both. I will consume some sleeping pills (Ambien) to hopefully be unconscious while the drowning is happening. I don't mind being conscious either, and I know that if I am conscious during water aspiration I will probably be in a lot of pain. I honestly don't care. As long as I die. If anyone has any tips to reduce the chance of that happening, or if there's any particular drug that could help with that sort of thing, I'd be more than grateful.
I will probably achieve my plan between next week and the end of the month. I want to wait for a relatively calmer weather and less waves, I don't want my body to be swept to the beach or anything of that sort.
My concerns:
I feel incredibly guilty. I am 100% convinced with my decision, and I have put a lot of thought into it, and I don't think anything will change my mind, but I still feel... incredibly guilty. I know how hard this will be for my family to deal with, particularly my mom and my sister. I don't want to hurt them. Same with my boyfriend. I am so grateful for all the efforts they put into trying to help me and make me feel better, and I don't want them to think that they failed me in any way or that my decision has anything to do with them or is their fault. I am planning on writing them a suicide note, one for my boyfriend, and one for my family, in order to emphasize that this decision is a rational, thoughtful one, that it's not their fault and that I appreciate them and all that stuff. I would also like to tell my boyfriend what happened since i haven't told him yet and can't find the courage to tell him face to face. I debated on whether I should leave a suicide note or not, but I think it's the fairer thing to do to my loved ones.
I just wanted to share this for some reason, as I'm sure no one in my life will really understand why I would decide on committing suicide. I'm open to advice on the specificities of the method I chose, and my feelings of guilt and responsibility to my loved ones.
TLDR; Dysphoria, trauma from abusive relationship and two sexual assaults made life unbearable. Planning on ctb via drowning. Feeling incredibly guilty and conflicted on the impact my suicide will leave on my loved ones.
I'm at a point where suicide seems like the only way for things to get "better". I feel extremely guilty for having these thoughts and feelings, because I am surrounded by very supportive friends and an amazing boyfriend. However, there are things they cannot help me with, things that I probably will never be able to overcome. This post is sort of an overview of why I am planning on committing suicide, what that plan is, and my problems and concerns. Advice is welcome. Please be aware that this post mentions sexual assault and physical domestic abuse.
About me:
I am 21, trans, and living in a country where you could easily get killed for being LGBT. I've struggled with gender dysphoria my entire life, which has been a strong catalyst for my suicidal ideation in my early teenage years. While my family never rejected me, they didn't exactly support me either. My teenage years were very turbulent and self harmful, and I attempted a suicide by overdose with sleeping pills at 14, but had the stupid idea of drinking lots of alcohol with it, which made me puke. It obviously didn't work. That same year, I met a man. He was 20, and obviously looking back at it, the relationship is deeply problematic because of the age difference. But he was the only person to embrace my trans identity back then and made me feel like I was special and all that stuff. Now I've come to realize that this was just sexual for him. Regardless, I was in a relationship with that man for 2 years. At first, I felt euphoric, and was madly in love. Then he started getting abusive. He was extremely jealous and possessive, and would be quite controlling of what I could do or who i could see. Typical abusive manipulative behavior. He started hitting me a year into the relationship, not all the time, but it was sometimes intense enough to leave bruises.
When I was 16, I was sexually assaulted by 3 men. That same night, I attempted suicide for a second time, this time by hanging with a scarf. The scarf broke almost immediately, and I didn't try again. I told my parents, who just told me to not say anything to anyone. I didn't tell him, but I grew distant which made him even more abusive. I eventually left him after meeting another person that same year, that person being my current boyfriend. He's the complete opposite of my ex-boyfriend, and I was genuinely happy with him. After that sexual assault at 16 year old, I developed an eating disorder, but I was able to more or less "deal" with what had happened. I graduated with great grades, got accepted into uni, and everything was going well (relatively to my situation).
Three months ago, I receive a message from my ex-boyfriend on Twitter. I don't know how he found me, and why he decided to contact me now, four years after I broke up with him. He asked to meet, and when I didn't respond, threatened me and told me he would be uploading my UNDERAGE nude pictures and videos and sharing them with my family and friends if I didn't answer. I accepted to meet him, and genuinely thought he only wanted to talk. I was stupid. I met up with him alone, in his car. After talking for a few minutes, he tried to kiss me, and I instinctively slapped him. He just smiled, and tried again, only when I tried to push him away this time he held my hand and punched me several times for a minute or so. He then raped me. I'm not going to go into details, but after he was done, he apologized and I left. This time it was official, my life was ruined. I was too ashamed to tell my boyfriend, and I lied about my really bruised up face to my friends and family. They didn't believe me, and I ended up telling the truth. Besides a few supportive words, they didn't do much. Not that they could. I have experienced nightmares and panic attacks every single day ever since. Everything is triggering. Everything reminds me of what happened, both at 16 and a few months ago. I cannot function properly, and I alternate between states of intense anxiety, paranoia and severe, empty depression. I am convinced that I will never get better. Suicide is my only solution.
My plan:
This time, I am planning on drowning myself. I live just next to the sea. I know drowning might seem like an odd choice, but I have no other options really. Overdose is out of the question since I don't have access to reliable drugs that would do the work properly. Hanging is a no too because I strongly dislike the feeling of tightness around my neck and will probably not have the guts to do it again. Jumping off height terrifies me, especially the idea of surviving it. Drowning seems like the most accessible and easy way to do it. I am unsure on the technicalities as of yet, but I know that I will make use of weights to make sure that I stay anchored underwater. I might either tie my leg to a heavy object or Virginia Woolf it by wearing a coat and putting rocks in my pockets. I'll probably do both. I will consume some sleeping pills (Ambien) to hopefully be unconscious while the drowning is happening. I don't mind being conscious either, and I know that if I am conscious during water aspiration I will probably be in a lot of pain. I honestly don't care. As long as I die. If anyone has any tips to reduce the chance of that happening, or if there's any particular drug that could help with that sort of thing, I'd be more than grateful.
I will probably achieve my plan between next week and the end of the month. I want to wait for a relatively calmer weather and less waves, I don't want my body to be swept to the beach or anything of that sort.
My concerns:
I feel incredibly guilty. I am 100% convinced with my decision, and I have put a lot of thought into it, and I don't think anything will change my mind, but I still feel... incredibly guilty. I know how hard this will be for my family to deal with, particularly my mom and my sister. I don't want to hurt them. Same with my boyfriend. I am so grateful for all the efforts they put into trying to help me and make me feel better, and I don't want them to think that they failed me in any way or that my decision has anything to do with them or is their fault. I am planning on writing them a suicide note, one for my boyfriend, and one for my family, in order to emphasize that this decision is a rational, thoughtful one, that it's not their fault and that I appreciate them and all that stuff. I would also like to tell my boyfriend what happened since i haven't told him yet and can't find the courage to tell him face to face. I debated on whether I should leave a suicide note or not, but I think it's the fairer thing to do to my loved ones.
I just wanted to share this for some reason, as I'm sure no one in my life will really understand why I would decide on committing suicide. I'm open to advice on the specificities of the method I chose, and my feelings of guilt and responsibility to my loved ones.
TLDR; Dysphoria, trauma from abusive relationship and two sexual assaults made life unbearable. Planning on ctb via drowning. Feeling incredibly guilty and conflicted on the impact my suicide will leave on my loved ones.