Posting from a throwaway. [TW contains a little bit of internalised ableism and touches on Suicide and Firearms]
I’m heavily disabled. Like can’t move or get out of bed type disabled. And sometimes lose the ability to communicate.
Anyways most of the time I’m happy to be alive. But the fact I couldn’t kill myself if I wanted to really makes me feel trapped. I take medicines given in a daily pill box, I’m IV fed water and food, and I can’t get out of my bed. There is literally no way for me to end it.
All I’m doing is laying here draining my family’s resources. I love learning, and most of the time that’s enough. But when the pain get’s really bad, or my disease starts to progress or worsen. I just want it to end. And not even having that option, or being able to communicate it, is terrifying. Like I could be stuck in an endless cycle of pain and suffering and not be able to let go even if I wanted it.
At the same time, in better periods I’m glad I’m alive. And if I did have a gun on my bedside table, I can remember more than a dozen moments I’d already have ended it. It’s like I only need to feel suicidal 1% of the time for my life to end if I have access to a weapon, so the other 99% feels glad that I don’t.
I don’t know what I want from this post. But I guess this is my message in a bottle. I needed to get this out there and throw it away.
If you’re here, thanks for reading. I hope your day went well. Peace.
Anything interesting you’ve randomly learnt recently that you’d like to share ?
Due to my memory problems I don’t remember most of what I read for long. But I really enjoyed a deep dive into learning about purpoises the other day. If you’re ever bored, or want to get through a commute, reading random wikipedia pages and seeing where the links take you is quite enjoyable in my opinion.
Once again, thank you for taking the time to share about your experience. I hope your deep dives take you to interesting places, friend.