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Deadlyserious
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- Feb 10, 2020
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I am presently watching dementia decimate my mother. Once, she was a strong, opinionated and fiercely independent woman that gave no f*cks when it came to getting things done. To say that she is a shell of her former self is an understatement. It is hard to believe what this dreadful disease has reduced her to: complete mental incompetence, inability to care for herself in anyway, to speak, recall a thing, process even the simplest forms of thought. She spends her day babbling incoherently, wandering an aimless path like a broken Roomba, changing direction at random when she meets an obstacle. She is dependent on her husband for everything, and of course I and my siblings help every bit as much as we can. She started showing signs that something was off a full 10 years ago, more by my estimation. She was very much aware of her disgnosis when it came and knew what was happening and was going to happen up to the point that she didn't. She lost everything about 3 years ago. Aside from a malfunctioning brain, she is healthy as a horse. There is no end in sight. She could linger on for another day or another decade. It is heartbreaking and maddening.
And I won't let it happen to me.
I am a mentally and physically fit man of 52 years, meaning I have probably 25-30 years left, the last decade or so being one of steady decline, probably. I will not allow myself to be a burden to my family: I will not drain their financial resources, I will not have them wiping my @$$ or giving me toddler's toys to keep me busy. If it comes to it I am checking out on my terms. My family is slowly starting to come to terms with the fact that I am serious about this. And although I have no immediate intention of using it, I've assembled the supplies needed for construction of an exit bag as it seems like the simplest way to go, especially in an impaired mental state. I'll wait a bit to get the gas so that I don't have to worry about it expiring. I certainly hope I never have to use it and I'm doing my best to keep myself mentally and physically healthy. But I will use it if I must.
So the question is how to know it's time. I apologize if this has been covered here, I've poked around and haven't found the answers I'd like. Perhaps the smart people here can help me puzzle this out.
To open the valve the first time I forget something would be a mistake. I suppose a series of symptoms and a formal diagnosis would be something to wait for. But making an exit at that first mention of it would short change me 5+ years of viable, enjoyable, meaningful life. But if one waits until symptoms worsen one risks being incapacitated to the point of being unable to make a rational decision and physically assemble the device and operate it effectively.
I cannot ask anyone to do this for me if I miss my window of opportunity, so it seems better to err conservatively knowing that missing out of a few years of life is better than suffering many years of life as as an undignified vegetable and a burden to my family and others.
Has anyone else pondered this? What are your plans?
And I won't let it happen to me.
I am a mentally and physically fit man of 52 years, meaning I have probably 25-30 years left, the last decade or so being one of steady decline, probably. I will not allow myself to be a burden to my family: I will not drain their financial resources, I will not have them wiping my @$$ or giving me toddler's toys to keep me busy. If it comes to it I am checking out on my terms. My family is slowly starting to come to terms with the fact that I am serious about this. And although I have no immediate intention of using it, I've assembled the supplies needed for construction of an exit bag as it seems like the simplest way to go, especially in an impaired mental state. I'll wait a bit to get the gas so that I don't have to worry about it expiring. I certainly hope I never have to use it and I'm doing my best to keep myself mentally and physically healthy. But I will use it if I must.
So the question is how to know it's time. I apologize if this has been covered here, I've poked around and haven't found the answers I'd like. Perhaps the smart people here can help me puzzle this out.
To open the valve the first time I forget something would be a mistake. I suppose a series of symptoms and a formal diagnosis would be something to wait for. But making an exit at that first mention of it would short change me 5+ years of viable, enjoyable, meaningful life. But if one waits until symptoms worsen one risks being incapacitated to the point of being unable to make a rational decision and physically assemble the device and operate it effectively.
I cannot ask anyone to do this for me if I miss my window of opportunity, so it seems better to err conservatively knowing that missing out of a few years of life is better than suffering many years of life as as an undignified vegetable and a burden to my family and others.
Has anyone else pondered this? What are your plans?
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