'll say this. When I was at the height of my psychosis for two years I would have had a great case in favor of dying. I suffered horribly to say the least. Really. At that time, I was also suicidal. If legal suicide was available at the that time, I’m sure I could have found a few doctors who would have said, “Wow, you are suffering with no end in sight. From what you are telling us, I think you are a good candidate to die”. And it’s likely I would have agreed. That scenario is not far-fetched. I really don’t know how I survived my first year of schizophrenia. But I did survive. But if legal suicide was available in the eighties
I would have missed out on:
(not in chronological order)
Flying across the country a few times and standing in front of the White House, Lincoln Memorial and Arlington cemetery.
Being best man at my dads wedding
Having a girlfriend
Water-Skiing for the first time
Jet-skiing for the first time
Going to concerts like Bruce Springsteen, Bob Dylan, Heart, R.E.M., Pink Floyd, etc.
Driving around in my own (1970’s) Cadillac
Having a few good friends
Being the best worker at a couple of jobs
Eating out at too many restaurants to count
Seeing too many movies to count
Yeah, if Euthanasia had been legal in 1980 I would have missed out on all those things and more.
Because at ages 19-20 I had no logical, discernible reason to go on.
And I’m sure there are MANY, MANY people like me. Maybe not on THIS forum but somewhere out in the wide world there are many schizophrenic people who were hopeless but are now glad that they didn’t kill themselves. Who can look back at age 30 and say, “Boy, I really wanted nothing more then death, but I’m sure glad I didn’t do it”. When people want to die it’s often because their perspective is off. They are going by how they are feeling and not looking at the whole picture. They’re only seeing a part of the puzzle. Everything looks hopeless, the world looks cold. Do these sound like individuals who are in the position to make the right choice about their life?
Hey life goes on. I’m still learning. Geez, at age 29 I was still messing around with crack. I had no common sense. So by the way, if anyone thinks I personally have lived some magical, charmed, mature life; it’s not true. I still had my head up my butt at age 30, destroying cars and lying and cheating. !!! Now things can get a little more mellow for me 25 years later.