Would you like to have a terminal illness?
Bradleigh
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I have never wished for a terminal illness...do not even like having a cold...but I have, on more than one occasion, thought it would be nice to be locked up in jail, free from all of the responsiblilites that come along with being a member of society. However, I could never bring myself to do anything that would land me in jail. I much prefer the thoughts of independent wealth, which would also give me freedom from society. I could be eccentric rather than just weird.
Oh wow! Me too!! ! I think that everyday. I think jail would be great if you:
A. Didn't have to commit a crime to get in.
B. Didn't have so many messed up people inside.
C. Had cooler clothes and better food plus plenty of fresh salads and bottles of designer water.
D. Didn't have to do stuff like use the bathroom in front of other people.
I would love to be in a place like that.
I've wanted the feeling of no longer having to worry about my life. In terms of, it's going to end at a certain point, and I can stop caring about all this stuff. I totally see and understand all the bad parts in having a terminal illness.. but at the same time I still want one.
In other words, suicide by disease? I dunno. But I completely understand wanting one.
Definitely not. Having chronic, non-terminal illness sucks enough, I wouldn't want to be dying on top of it. And my few experiences of having things become severe enough that dying could be a possibility, are such that I find it hard to believe people actually want to experience that.
Seriously, even if it got sympathy (and my experience is that any "sympathy" I do get is usually pity I don't want, and that most people just expect you to either get better or die and have no concept in their heads of living long-term with chronic illness so they just get uncomfortable around the realities of it and act out that discomfort in a whole large variety of unpleasant ways), please explain to me how being delirious and in severe pain is any state that attention makes up for. Because my experiences of it are that in between passing out a lot and waking up to being totally unaware of who I am or who my closest friends in the world are, but being aware of a whole lot of pain and weird demented (and utterly, utterly boring, as in mind-numbingly repetitive even to an autistic person) hallucinations until I pass out again, and being too weak to reach my communication device in my few lucid moments, sympathy wouldn't make up for that even if I were the type to want it (and if I got it, I wouldn't even understand it at the time). And that's what one of my worst prolonged medical crises felt like (prolonged as in, if it had killed me it would have been over time, rather than just suddenly not breathing like an asthma crisis can be), I imagine that a terminal illness would be far more unpleasant.
People I know have died of terminal diseases. And it's not cool or fun. Often it results in having all your "friends" desert you in panic (especially if it's AIDS, but even for less stigmatized conditions). Most doctors don't have a clue how to do pain control either, even though the science is out there. (Often you end up with your pain meds ramped up past the point where they become toxic and cause more pain, whereas the actual thing to do is have them back off on them a bit and use other approaches when they start doing that. That's the reality of a lot of the "untreatable pain" you hear about, a lot of it could be treated if doctors were aware of the paradoxical effects of too many of certain kinds of pain meds.) Often the treatments -- such as the drugs that keep AIDS at least partially in check, and chemotherapy -- are hard on the body and can produce things like artificial dementias and extreme irritability. It's just... a horrible and unpleasant experience, both for the person going through it and the people around them.
Which is why you'll get humor like this blog, because the only possible way to deal with something like this sometimes is to laugh at it. Don't mistake that for it being fun. It's just the only way to deal with it. And often people dealing with these things will minimize them or laugh at them not just to deal with it themselves, but to avoid getting unsolicited pity. (Which is why you won't often hear me describe the events in paragraph two of this post, and if you do it'll be in abbreviated form with a lot of humor thrown in. I've learned not to talk about things like that in "mixed company", i.e. around both those who get it and those who don't.)
Yes, there are conditions where it really isn't that unpleasant the whole time, but usually after a certain point it does get that way. (If you're very lucky it doesn't, not even at the end.)
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The year I graduated from high school, both of my parents were in wheelchairs, my dad with terminal lung cancer that had spread to his bones (take note, all you smokers), and my mom with multiple sclerosis.
It was not even remotely pleasant or romantic, and no one should have to suffer through their deaths as my parents did.
Anyone who has been around terminally ill people would never wish such things on themselves or others, believe me.
Terminal Illness? Prison? Man the way some of you people be shirking your life's responsibilities - truly remarkable. If you hate your life so much at least man up and take it yourself instead of wishing there be some cop out escape that don't involve any cognizant will power.
Actually Omar shouldn't be say'n that, God knows some of you be browsin' this here forum with one hand, while the other be just inches away from the trigger. (deep breath man...just lay it down)
Aight....Constructive feedback - How's this, volunteer for your local fire department, and next time there be some hopeless case of some child or cat or patio furniture or what not 'bout to be engulfed by some ragin' inferno...you rush yourself in to save the day....if you make it - great....if you dont...at least you'll get the sympathy y'all crav'n for. And there might even be people at your funeral.
Actually Omar shouldn't be say'n that, God knows some of you be browsin' this here forum with one hand, while the other be just inches away from the trigger. (deep breath man...just lay it down)
Aight....Constructive feedback - How's this, volunteer for your local fire department, and next time there be some hopeless case of some child or cat or patio furniture or what not 'bout to be engulfed by some ragin' inferno...you rush yourself in to save the day....if you make it - great....if you dont...at least you'll get the sympathy y'all crav'n for. And there might even be people at your funeral.
You lack imagination and creative drive.
It was not even remotely pleasant or romantic, and no one should have to suffer through their deaths as my parents did.
Anyone who has been around terminally ill people would never wish such things on themselves or others, believe me.
That sounds like an awful year CityAsylum I have had family with both conditions at different times and not as close of family members as yours. I have difficulty understanding why people here would consider anything like Hep C, Cancer or AIDS a cool way to go. Come on, pull your heads out of your keisters people, this is a real bad way to go.
Anybody bother reading the original post here? It seems some of the posts criticizing this point of view are taking the surface meaning here. It's not the disease this person wants, sheet that's apparent to me even, it's the motivation to live balls to the wall. Omar's got the right idea.
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I think about this occasionally..
I understand totally that terminal illness would probably be miserable and painful, not at all romantic.
But, if I were terminally ill -- my family and friends would maybe take me more seriously and listen to me more, and let me have peace and quiet. ALL I've ever wanted is peace and quiet and solitude, yet I can never get it. And it's kind of impossible in this world. So if I were dying it would be convenient almost; I'm not terribly afraid of death, but I don't want to commit suicide. And I could make peace with everyone, and they would just let me die.. I would like that. i wouldn't have to pretend anymore, I could just be.
Now, if I did actually become terminally ill one day-- of course I'd be scared and freaking out and having an existential crisis, but that's to be expected.. I still think I would like being able to die young[ish?] without resorting to suicide.
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Anybody bother reading the original post here? It seems some of the posts criticizing this point of view are taking the surface meaning here. It's not the disease this person wants, sheet that's apparent to me even, it's the motivation to live balls to the wall. Omar's got the right idea.
Still, it's fun to imagine living in a "Designer Prison".