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Was listening to a discussion on the radio about Robin Williams and it got me to thinking.

 

If you were diagnosed with a terminal disease, one that would wreck your family both emotionally and financially and you did decide you wanted to end it..what do you see as the best way.

 

I think the car tailpipe thing would be fairly painless. Maybe pop a sleeping pill or two beforehand...I don't want any pain. Slitting wrists/ No way Jose

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Anything that allows the insurance to still get paid. Im not offin myself unless i know wif and kids are livin large

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Anything that allows the insurance to still get paid. Im not offin myself unless i know wif and kids are livin large

This. Does heroin overdose trigger a suicide clause? If not, I'd go that way I think.

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Draw a warm bath. Buy straight blade. Slit wrists and ankles while in warm water. No clotting. Bleed out peacefully.

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Draw a warm bath. Buy straight blade. Slit wrists and ankles while in warm water. No clotting. Bleed out peacefully.

Couldn't. Pain. Don't want pain.

 

And good point about the insurance. Suicide by cop? Maybe rob a bunch of banks. If I succeed.....i have a lot of cash to give family to pay for my death. If I lose, I go out in a hail of bullets

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Go to Oregon where it's legal for doctors to prescribe a drug that will take me out. I believe it's pretty much painless. Why that isn't legal everywhere is beyond me.

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Burned at the stake. :thumbsup:

Mom, does this mean we're not roasting the pig this year? Way to ruin the 4th of July dad. You self centered bastard.

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Go to Oregon where it's legal for doctors to prescribe a drug that will take me out. I believe it's pretty much painless. Why that isn't legal everywhere is beyond me.

Because jeebus said.

 

Seems to me the right to life includes the right to end it.

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I think the car tailpipe thing would be fairly painless. Maybe pop a sleeping pill or two beforehand...I don't want any pain. Slitting wrists/ No way Jose

 

I think that car emissions are not enough nowadays. That is why that kid who listened to his focked up girlfriend had to get a generator to use. Brad Delp from Boston used a hibachi in his bathroom, I think.

 

Why not go skydiving and just not pull the cord?

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This. Does heroin overdose trigger a suicide clause? If not, I'd go that way I think.

Suicide clause only applies for the first 2 years of a life insurance policy. After that, have at it. :thumbsup:

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I think that car emissions are not enough nowadays. That is why that kid who listened to his focked up girlfriend had to get a generator to use. Brad Delp from Boston used a hibachi in his bathroom, I think.

 

Why not go skydiving and just not pull the cord?

Ohhh.See? These are good tips. I knew you guys would know how to off oneself.

And the parachute thing involves pain again. No pain!

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Ohhh.See? These are good tips. I knew you guys would know how to off oneself.

And the parachute thing involves pain again. No pain!

 

Pain? It will be an instant and I can guarantee you that you won't really notice it. Now, during the fall, you might have some angst. :lol:

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Suicide clause only applies for the first 2 years of a life insurance policy. After that, have at it. :thumbsup:

I don't have a benificiary anyway, so it's pretty moot for me.

 

I would name my brother and sisters kids, but whatever drips I would contribute wouldn't even be noticed. They have large trust funds already.

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I don't have a benificiary anyway, so it's pretty moot for me.

 

I would name my brother and sisters kids, but whatever drips I would contribute wouldn't even be noticed. They have large trust funds already.

You should name the Geek Club. We will throw you a big bash!

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You should name the Geek Club. We will throw you a big bash!

Just don't name chronichusker as the executor of your estate. :music_guitarred:

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You should name the Geek Club. We will throw you a big bash!

Maybe we could replace the hamster with a small dog. Be able to post pictures and everything! It's not much of a legacy, but it's something!

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I've thought about this a lot. I've volunteered in places where suicide has failed - and you're just a miserable powerless vegetable. The key is redundancy.

 

1. Waterproof bag.

A) Reliable gun

 

2. At shoreline, take as many sleeping pills as you can.

A) start off drunkish of course.

 

3. Swim as far out as you can until exhausted. Chill, enjoy view, pull trigger.

 

Nobody ever thinks about the mess that they leave behind. My friend and I found her father in the kitchen after he blew his brains out but not before he had managed to rape and molest her for years prior. We were in jr. High. And she had threatened to tell her aunt if he didn't stop. This was his way of getting back at her. Miserable son of a b****.

 

left a note. Just said you did this. She never saw the note. No one else did either. F*** him.

 

But that's just a side note. Regardless, some son of a b**** is going to have to clean that mess up. If you're going to blow your brains out swim as far out into the ocean or a lake as you possibly can.

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I've thought about this a lot. I've volunteered in places where suicide has failed - and you're just a miserable powerless vegetable. The key is redundancy.

 

1. Waterproof bag.

A) Reliable gun

 

2. At shoreline, take as many

Is this english?

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Anything that will actually work and not leave me a vegetable or whatever.

 

Probably wouldn't use a gun, unless I was out in the middle of nowhere.

 

Likely a combo of pills and alcohol.

 

Sadly, I've thought about this. Diagnosed with depression/anxiety nearly 20 years ago, it's crossed my mind more than once. This is also the reason why we will never own a gun. :)

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Anything that will actually work and not leave me a vegetable or whatever.

 

Probably wouldn't use a gun, unless I was out in the middle of nowhere.

 

Likely a combo of pills and alcohol.

 

Sadly, I've thought about this. Diagnosed with depression/anxiety nearly 20 years ago, it's crossed my mind more than once. This is also the reason why we will never own a gun. :)

This is why I might shy away from a gun too. I'm such a poosay I would probably back of or flinch right as I pulled the trigger and end up a vegetable rather than dead. Which would be worse for everyone i am trying to save.

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I've thought about this a lot. I've volunteered in places where suicide has failed - and you're just a miserable powerless vegetable. The key is redundancy.

 

1. Waterproof bag.

A) Reliable gun

 

2. At shoreline, take as many

When I used to consider it seriously, one thing that bothered me was I didn't want my body found.

 

Weird right? I would leave a note, so there was no doubt, or search.

 

I had a roger rabbit idea of basically taking a boat out to sea as far as it will go. Open the... what's that focking called... the seacock? The thing that lets the water in and sinks the boat.

 

Tie a kettle bell to your feet. Shoot yourself in the head.

 

Voila! No mess, nobody haunted by finding your corpse.

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Anything that will actually work and not leave me a vegetable or whatever.

 

Probably wouldn't use a gun, unless I was out in the middle of nowhere.

 

Likely a combo of pills and alcohol.

 

Sadly, I've thought about this. Diagnosed with depression/anxiety nearly 20 years ago, it's crossed my mind more than once. This is also the reason why we will never own a gun. :)

I dont want to sound insensitive....But I am geninely curious..maybe you can't answer. But when people are diagnosed with depression and anxiety, it seems many many times it leads to thoughts and suicidal acts. Why isn't there a drive to do things that make you happy? So instead of "I am depressed, I want to die" It is "I am depressed, I need to do something that makes me happy."

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I like the boat, weight twist.

 

Except it gives you an 'out'. That's why I went with the one way swim.

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What most people don't get is depression isn't generally boo hoo sadness. It's more like deep and resonant apathy.

 

 

It's not oh my God I'm so sad I want to die. It's more like f****** if I die who gives a s***? I never asked to be here in the first place.

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I dont want to sound insensitive....But I am geninely curious..maybe you can't answer. But when people are diagnosed with depression and anxiety, it seems many many times it leads to thoughts and suicidal acts. Why isn't there a drive to do things that make you happy? So instead of "I am depressed, I want to die" It is "I am depressed, I need to do something that makes me happy."

I'll take this one.

 

Depression isn't so much "I want to die" as it is "I don't care. At all. About anything."

 

I spent about a year where I literally went to work, came home, and Got in bed. Didn't ever leave the house.

 

Interacting with people becomes exhausting. The effort requires to keep up the front of normalcy is excruciating.

 

The focked up thing is, now, when it creeps back, as it always will, I know exactly how to fix it. I've done it many times. But in that place, you don't WANT to be happy. You wallow in that misery. You aren't WORTH being happy.

 

It's very much akin to an addiction I think. It's an old friend. It's comfortable. It's safe.

 

I know it's focked up, and you'll never understand unless you've done it, but that's the best I can explain.

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I'll take this one.

 

Depression isn't so much "I want to die" as it is "I don't care. At all. About anything."

 

I spent about a year where I literally went to work, came home, and Got in bed. Didn't ever leave the house.

 

Interacting with people becomes exhausting. The effort requires to keep up the front of normalcy is excruciating.

 

The focked up thing is, now, when it creeps back, as it always will, I know exactly how to fix it. I've done it many times. But in that place, you don't WANT to be happy. You wallow in that misery. You aren't WORTH being happy.

 

It's very much akin to an addiction I think. It's an old friend. It's comfortable. It's safe.

 

I know it's focked up, and you'll never understand unless you've done it, but that's the best I can explain.

I don't understand but I get it. I do. I was just curious. And the explanation is fine. I realize its like trying to explain addiction to someone who has never been addicted. "Just quit you dummy!" Yeah right.

So fair enough.

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My concern would not be how I went, but who found me.

Don't worry, no one would care enough to look for you. :lol:

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I would double cross the Clintons.

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I'll take this one.

 

Depression isn't so much "I want to die" as it is "I don't care. At all. About anything."

 

I spent about a year where I literally went to work, came home, and Got in bed. Didn't ever leave the house.

 

Interacting with people becomes exhausting. The effort requires to keep up the front of normalcy is excruciating.

 

The focked up thing is, now, when it creeps back, as it always will, I know exactly how to fix it. I've done it many times. But in that place, you don't WANT to be happy. You wallow in that misery. You aren't WORTH being happy.

 

It's very much akin to an addiction I think. It's an old friend. It's comfortable. It's safe.

 

I know it's focked up, and you'll never understand unless you've done it, but that's the best I can explain.

 

 

For the most part, this.

 

I can also usually head off depression or anxiety if I feel it, I've used cognitive behavioral therapy for years; in lieu of medication. And it works, but it takes a LONG time and a lot of effort that most people would rather just pop some pills for (and sometimes meds are needed, it's a true chemical thing). Anxiety isn't as much of a problem as it used to be for me, I was agoraphobic for nearly a year back in 2006/2007. And I can generally calm myself down or face situtations head on to convince myself that I am not going to die or whatever.

 

It also isn't just a feeling of being sad all the time. It's hopelessness, unworthy of being happy, feeling unwanted (or un-needed, often my thoughts are, "I can be replaced. Hubby can get remarried, kids would have a new mom...they'd all be fine.) It's a feeling that is sad in itself to think about, but the feelings I actually FEEL aren't sadness.

 

And, "Just get it over it" is kind of impossible. It's not something you just swtich off.

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Wrong forum. :thumbsdown: to you, sir.

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Don't worry, no one would care enough to look for you. :lol:

Woah! Awesome burn brah!

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I'll take this one.

 

Depression isn't so much "I want to die" as it is "I don't care. At all. About anything."

 

I spent about a year where I literally went to work, came home, and Got in bed. Didn't ever leave the house.

 

Interacting with people becomes exhausting. The effort requires to keep up the front of normalcy is excruciating.

 

The focked up thing is, now, when it creeps back, as it always will, I know exactly how to fix it. I've done it many times. But in that place, you don't WANT to be happy. You wallow in that misery. You aren't WORTH being happy.

 

It's very much akin to an addiction I think. It's an old friend. It's comfortable. It's safe.

 

I know it's focked up, and you'll never understand unless you've done it, but that's the best I can explain.

 

I'm sure you've described it here many times, too, but refresh our memory? :)

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