#Physician-Assisted suicide

[mournfulelegy]

𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆.

I’ll be going by “𝑺” here, and I’m a 23 year old woman, burdened by the weight of existence.

For as long as memory serves, I’ve never understood why I was alive.

In the crucible of hardship, I have tasted the bitter dregs of suffering, endured the relentless onslaught of pain and disillusionment. Every setback, every shattered hope, has served to deepen the chasm of despair within me, until I find myself teetering on the brink of oblivion.

Exhausted and weary, I’ve decided personally that existence simply is not for me. Suicide beckons as a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness—a flicker of light in the vast expanse of despair. With a heart heavy with sorrow yet resolute in purpose, I have chosen to embark upon this solemn journey, to seek solace in the embrace of death’s gentle embrace.

In this digital sanctuary, I lay bare my thoughts and struggles, a testament to the torment that has brought me to this precipice. I am not merely a victim of circumstance, but a woman who wishes for autonomy and dignity in the face of suffering.

Forever hoping for Legal assisted suicide which beckons as a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness—a flicker of light in the vast expanse of despair. And so, with every ounce of strength that remains within me, I shall raise my voice in defiance against the oppressive forces that seek to deny me this final act of autonomy. I shall fight, tooth and nail, for the right to choose my own destiny, to chart my own course towards the shores of eternal peace.

If you are sensitive to this type of content / information I advise you to stay weary of my page and seek your entertainment elsewhere. However if you find yourself down the same path as me, let’s travel this journey together.

[eternal-echoes]

[muirmarie]

Thinking again about the straight line of McCoy's survivor's guilt re: being cured of a terminal illness when his father wasn't, to saying he'd stay with barely a fight in Plato's Stepchildren, to running towards almost certain death in The Empath.

If he survived, it had to be for a reason, and the reason couldn't be that people loved him, because he'd loved his father. If he survived for a reason, it had to be for sacrifice, didn't it? If he survived for a reason, when his father had died the same way, what could he possibly do with that unearned life but sacrifice it on the altar of his love?

If he killed his father for love, the balance of that has to be dying for that same love, doesn't it?

What do you do with a life that shouldn't be yours but give it away until it's gone?

[djkerr]

This is such a farce. I mean, you of all people support physician-assisted suicide, Diane. When did you go mercenary? And who's paying your bills, Louis? You win, more people kill themselves, and the insurance companies save billions on hospital expenses. Yeah, sure, I'm an insurance company shill. But they happen to be on the right side of this issue. I'm not gonna take lessons in hypocrisy from you. Carver and Dipple don't care about your clients. They just want to raise malpractice rates. Intimidate doctors out of helping people die.

TGW 07x04 Taxed

[docholligay]

OKay, so I THINK I get what we’re going to try and do here. It’s not that he thinks he can keep her from dying, it’s that he thinks he can grant her death, which is a better outcome than the hell of being a mushi as your soul decays. I mean, I suppose I would say give her the choice, and maybe he will, but also sometimes, as seen in the last episode, Ginko just makes unilateral choices that affect people without much input from them.

PLease please do not spoil anything for me in your excitement. I don’t want to know anything! I don’t even want to know if something is a  cultural difference, or if you can’t wait for me to get to a part. If I  wonder about something, please don’t say stuff like “Just wait til…” You know what is great for all that? The discord! Which apparently has its own mushishi channel now, which must mean y’all are excited for it!  

[chronic-cane]

I was talking to a friend about physician assisted suicide and they said "yeah, they're killing homeless people" and I tried to emphasize "because they're disabled" but it came back to "someone who's depressed about being homeless can apply" which I couldn't really explain the full complexity of the point I wanted to get across.

PAS is shit, I don't think it should even be thought of when there are so many ways to improve someone's life through stable livable income, secure housing, and attendant services that allow independence from nursing homes.

The failure to see depression as a mental disorder that can be caused by society and helped with change in living situation, and instead blaming the problem on the individual, is what happens when society fully believes in the medical model of disability. It's the result of ableism.

The laws were made from ableism and classism. You can't remove one or the other. They're made off the concept that if someone cannot afford to live comfortably, then they can be killed with a diagnosis. Needing that diagnosis, no matter what the disability is, assumes that the individual is to blame and that there is no helping them.

You will not find a rich person getting PAS because they can afford the medical fees, the personal attendants, travel expenses, etc, to live comfortably.

And framing it as a poverty only issue ignores the fact that the law had already applied to those of us with physical disabilities. It treats the situation as "but that's okay" when it's not! It's unacceptable! If people want to die because of the lack of support services then the solution should always be to give more access and funding to those services, not to let them die! This goes for anyone, but the way the law is framed uses disability as an excuse to not live up to that. That's what's despicable about it.

[claraundine]

Are Darwin Awards still a thing

at the euthanasia party everyone gets a sip of the forbidden lean

[pebblegalaxy]

Exploring Suicide Through Ancient Wisdom and Personal Narrative: A Review of Edith Hall's "Facing Down the Furies" @edithmayhall #BookishLeague @BohoBibliophile #BookReview #TBRChallenge

Facing Down the Furies: The Personal and Cultural Struggle with Suicide In her profound and introspective book, Edith Hall navigates the deeply entangled issues of suicide and its widespread impact through a lens that is both intensely personal and broadly academic. The broadsheet’s unusual choice to link Good Friday with the debate on physician-assisted dying underscores a persistent societal…

[thequeenofsastiel]

Inspired by this article about Canada potentially allowing people to commit suicide over mental health issues

[nikkoliferous]

this shit pissed me right off, so here is a friendly reminder that bpd has up to a 75% attempted and 10% completed suicide rate, the highest of any psychiatric disorder. you can neither credibly nor compassionately state that a person is not going to die of it. they might not; might is not a guarantee. not every person with cancer dies from it either.

to the op, i'm so sorry that you're just trying to express your own anguish only to have some asshole jump on you over semantics and outright dismiss the legitimacy of the fact that your brain is literally trying to kill you every day. you don't deserve that. nobody does.

remembering the fact bpd is considered a terminal illness and my own brain is trying to constantly kill me. im never going to be okay.

[mittenhater]

i am so behind in life and it makes me feel physically ill if i linger on that fact for too long

[immaculatasknight]

Legacy of the Nazi doctors

[wearejericho]

Name one line in the sand your muse has. Tell us one way someone can go ‘too far’. but for both Android! and human!eli, tell me about the 'too far's he has in either verse?

Android!Verse: Eli is very passionate about the quality of life of his patients. When a patient opened up to him and expressed their frustration with the family arguing that he was not mentally appropriate enough to request physician-assisted suicide (legalized in Michigan in 2035), Eli tried to talk to them. It started out calm, but after a few minutes it turned into a screaming match, which ultimately ended up in him losing his job. He has no regrets about getting into an altercation over the matter, and he would do it again.

Human!Verse: Any indication of domestic abuse (or jokes made about the matter) are upsetting and unacceptable, and he will always do everything he can to stop it, including confronting the abuser. He is a mandated reporter at work, but even off the clock he will ALWAYS report it. Eli has struggled personally with the issue at two different points in his life and wish someone would have said something.

[treemaidengeek]

Former hospice chaplain here. This question is highly individual and is often made relationship by relationship, not all or nothing.

Real talk about death & dying below the cut.

Your death certificate (in the USA at least) will state your illness as your cause of death, so the only people who will know about MAiD are the ones you specifically tell (& anyone they confide in). So much about our health, our living and dying, is beyond our control. This part? this part you get to choose.

Consider how, specifically, you want to make your exit. Anyone you want to have at your side will need to know. I'm aware of one person who literally had a champagne party as their last hurrah, surrounded by all their loved ones, & took the end-of-life medications in their champagne. I'm aware of others who chose one or two closest loved ones to be present. Not strictly MAiD, but I know one person who elected to stop eating and drinking and, a couple weeks later, passed peacefully with only the nurse present.

Consider the moral views of the people close to you. someone who you suspect views MAiD as suicide and suicide as bad is someone who is going to really struggle with your decision, if they know. Do you want to have conversations with that person ahead of time to persuade them to understand your decision? Whether or not you try, can you live with it (pardon the pun) if they don't come around?

Are there minor children involved? I'm not qualified to advise you there. See if your medical team can get you access to a child psychologist or child life specialist to counsel your loved ones about supporting your family/community in supporting the kiddos. Take the kiddos into account when deciding how to address your decision with the guardians they rely upon.

Anon, if you're asking about a 3 yr advance approval process, you probably don't live in the USA. For those who do, Compassion & Choices is the place to start investigating your state's options, or how you can help advocate for a terminally ill loved one (or for a worthy social justice cause whether or not it is currently touching your life). I'm afraid I don't know the equivalent orgs in other countries, but C&C can probably direct inquiries to appropriate international partners.

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[scara-writes]

sweetheart

Yandere Emperor X Consort! (F)Reader X Yandere Crown Prince(platonic)

милашка-sweetheart according to google correct me if im wrong!

CW: kidnapped, reader is look down upon by the nobles, infantilize, forced pregnancy, dehumanizing, mentions of attempt suicide, false rumor, power imbalance, worshipping, delusional(?)

NOTE: Crown Prince is at the age of 16(he is your first/oldest son). Reader is around 36-38. Emperor is two year younger than the reader. Also I don't speak russian everything is google (the empire is not based on irl russian empire but a fantasy world like the manhwas/shoujou isekai we read) and english is not my first language you can clearly see when you read the story. This is purely a fiction and I do not mean to offend anyone.

I DO NOT CONDONE ANY ACTION IN THIS FICTION.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Running is not ideal for a 5 month pregnant woman like you.

When you tried to seek help from your parents for the first time, they never helped you because who would believe an illegitimate daughter who was frowned upon by nobles.

You are an illegitimate child of the duke and a humble maid who passed away shortly after giving birth, but despite this, you are a physically and mentally healthy child. You even managed to withstand the attempts of your stepmother and your half-sister to discredit you in the family, and didn't even find a help to your neglectful father who busies himself of taking home many women from brothel.

That was in the past but you were desperate when you ask for their assistance. However, you never heard from them ever since you bore your first child, Ize.

Ize your son. Your lovely crown prince son grew up to be like your husband with his teachings. You tried to persuade him to never listen to his father but he only shook his head and told you that all his teaching that he was learning from his old man was to protect you.

Afraid that it will stress you even more in this suffocating high walls to protect you during your pregnancy and well being, Ize-the crown prince would be willing to act like a little kid for you. He would occasionally brew you a cup of tea that you enjoy or give you a handmade gift, such as an embroidered handkerchief, to show you that he was thinking of you and that said skill you taught him when he was a child. Knowing the child, this kind of acts is for him appease the worries you have;he is different behind closed doors of your confined palace where your eyes and ears can't reach; your crown prince son is a different person who will be willing to shed the blood of others just for you.

And it seems that the morals that you taught him must have been thrown out of the window thanks to your husband.

So here you are after escaping from the hundreds gazes of a watchful loyal hounds around your palace you escape, it wasn't easy since you are carrying the emperor's second child. You heard on a passing by servants that the two tyrants had a meeting with the other nobles and the neighboring kingdom, this is a rare occurrence that the two left you alone. It took you an hour to escape the royal grounds before exploring around the town till you found a port that would take you to another country. This is your only chance to escape that suffocating palace that those two tyrants confined you in. Your Husband, Yuri can't leave you alone not when he found out that you are with his child-a second child at that. Even before you were pregnant with his first child, his wary gaze and infantilization to you had multiplied tenfold.

Your husband spread the rumors about you being mentally ill. But why would he do such a thing? You reflected to yourself and it devastate you to realize it was his scheme to prevent you from seeking help from his subjects to escape. Only the royal physician and your husband were aware of this bogus illness. It felt betrayal that he has to make that action so he can confide you more.

Your husband's scheme worked. Even your own son believed the spewing lies coming from his father, and the nobles never gossip about you as if it was a taboo ever since you were married to the emperor. Speaking ill about the emperor's consort was just as good as the reaper visiting you by the second you speak those words. Only praises coming from their filthy mouths were allowed.

No one bats an eye on you, even the servants who serves under you. They will bathe you, serve you food, refreshments, but none of them will engage or start a conversation with you. When someone last made an effort to assist your escape, a kind servant at that. The lowest mining pit, which is worse than death, The emperor bestowed upon them to be sent the servant's family, including the said servant. High ranked criminals labour in a pit there for 18 hours with a maximum 4 hour break the rest of the hour are for necessities like sleeping, with much less food and income. In short, a death torture for them.

You implore your husband to kill them rather than send them there, the only thing he said to you that it wasn't your fault they were sent there. Something along the lines of—"you were acting like this because of your condition. That servant was attempting to kill you." He told you that in front of other servants. Everyone compliments his action for 'protecting' you. His cunning red eyes looks at you that none of the servants and nobles noticed but you did. It was a warning for you to behave or he will do worse.

Yuri has never harmed you, physically. but he will harm others who want to separate you from him.

The only time you regret your decision is when you met Yuri—he was about to meet his demise by the hands of his brothers if it weren't for you stumbling to see him in the middle of the night on an alleyway of the tsvetok village struggling to breathe from the deep pools of his own blood. So you drag his half dead body into your abandoned chamber—which is rarely visited by servants—that your father bestowed for you when you were born. Aiding his deep wounds, helping him heal up, befriending him, falling in love—

You purse your lips and gave a small wince feeling your belly is starting to ache, the kick from your unborn child thumps under your long dress.

My child please, Now is not the time! you gently brush your belly soothingly before leaning on the lamp post that dimly lit the night. You sigh in relief when you felt the baby inside of you cease on kicking. Although you were a little further from the palace when you looked behind you, you still needed to move quickly. Right now, you assume that Yuri or a servant that was suppose to serve you had definitely find out that you were gone this afternoon and notify the knights and some of high ranking mage to find you immediately, but the sun had already been sunk by the evening. They must have been having a hard time finding you. A little more 18 minute walk and you'll be able to ride on the ship that will help you travel to another empire, or any nation.

"ort---s--ing!" you turn to your left to look one of the vendors of the nights were gossiping. A woman with her husband was panting, assuming he was running to deliver a news to his family. His cloth headband on his raggedy hair is soaking. He took a deep breath before repeating what he said earlier. A dread of fear rise from your throat as he uttered his next words,

"The Emperor's Consort is missing! The Emperor's knights are blocking all way out!"

You heart felt like dropping when you saw a nearby knight were looking one by one at the women nearby, specifically women who are similarly pregnant like you. Speaking of the devil, they are already here!

Knights in horses, mages running around the busy street. Some of them stopping women who has similar hair color as you to assess if they found the right person.

"Oh my! I'm hoping the consort is doing okay! She must have acted such way due to her failing mental state. The emperor must have been worried sick, I can't imagine the devastion look of the emperor especially their son!" said the woman to her husband.

You hid your hair with your cape and quickly blend in with the busy road of the night town. Muttering, "excuse me!", "Apologize!" As you force your way around the crowd. One arm around your belly to protect child, while your hand went to sling your bag with clothes and some gold coins. as you bump so many people on the crowd. You look edges of the town, at the gate, to see all the possible exits were starting to get block by the imperials knights and mages. You bit your lips frustration as you felt the hope of getting your freedom back is slipping away from your grasp.

Your plan of getting to the port has been discarded after seeing a two mage and three knights were on their way there. Even if you did go in town's gate the gatekeepers will inspect people who are exiting and entering.

But...

You look at the old man who was riding a donkey with his carriage towards to exit of the gate, fruits were laying under the cloth. An Idea quickly pop your head but you are desperate to leave this suffocating country so you have no choice but to execute it.

Your silent foot falls went behind on a slow moving carriage before climbing up silently and quickly, in your haste and desperation movement, you didn't feel as though you had torn your cape at the wooden edge of the carriage before taking the fabric that was covering the fruits that keeps them from dust and dirt. You carried a handful of fruits before slowly sitting down beside it then covering yourself with the said fabric and the remaining fruit fast enough before the knights from the gate of this region would notice you. You wince when one of the fruit hit your belly but not enough to endanger the baby.

"Have you seen this lady?" A man in his mid 60s look at the paper, he squint his eyes as he held his old lightly crack glasses to take a better look. Your (e/c) eyes look at the gapping hole of the carriage and gulp fearfully when you saw your portrait on the paper holding by the imperial knight.

"O-oh...sa-aw her!" you held your breath when the old man spoke. The two knights look at each other before listening to the next word of what the old man would say.

He lick his dry lips before continuing, his voice's struggling due to his old age, "If I-Im..not mistake-en the lady in the p-picture look like the lady I saw by the lampost o..on the rozahk street!"

You exhaled in relief since you mistakenly believed that the elderly man had just seen you, but he actually noticed you five minutes' walk from the gate to roza street. However, this would also let them know that you are actually close by.

The imperial knights gave the elderly merchant a nod as they hastily walked around the city, alerting a nearby mage to use a spell to track you. They quickly tell their subordinates for a new command.

You felt the carriage starts to move. Hugging yourself for reassurance especially at your upcoming baby that everything will be okay.

You weren't escaping just for yourself but for your second child that will be born. You don't want your kid to become like their older brother and learn from their father. Ruthless, and doesn't have a compassion to another human. You want your kid to have a brighter future, away from the blood shed. You hope that if you got caught or killed by your husband in the future. You will tell your second child to run away and never look back, when you are gone.

You ignored how uncomfortable it was to sleep in the fruits. You close your eyes and see the farm neighborhood that the carriage passed as well as the slowly dissipating kingdom that was beginning to appear as a dot on the horizon.

The abrupt shake of your ride woken you up. You hear noises outside the carriage and glance through the hole to see that light was creeping through, signaling that it was dawn but sun has yet to come in the horizon. What is happening?. You peek above the cloth seeing that you don't have enough visual on what's happening. A dusty road lay in front of you, and woods surrounded you. You turn around to look behind you and realize that the palace is no longer in sight. A sense of relief that you were indeed far from that prison.

A bunch of voices caught your ears, you turned to look to your right.

Your whole body went pale.

Your son-the crown prince was chatting with each of the roadside merchants who had just exited from their vehicle not far from where you were. The imperial warriors and mages that were conversing with the other sellers the same task as your son was doing just behind him.

You curse yourself, how did they come here to fast?

You need to leave before they notice that you are inside this carriage. Just as you swiftly escape your imprisonment. You carefully stood up, removing the fabric that was covering you and the fruits, ignoring the woozy and aches from your muscle pain for not moving too much from the entire night.

A creak was heard in your vehicle when you tried to climb down. Snapping your eyes back at them, to witness if they heard the mistake you made. To your relief, The prince and the other guards were still busy interrogating.

They didn't hear me..

You reach down and starts to stalk away from them, your hands were trembling. Stepping back to reach the wood just a 5 meters behind you. It didn't matter if you get lost in the woods, as long as they don't catch you.

No, you would rather live in a woods, in a forest where no one can reach you.

As you step forward carefully in to the woods, you didn't notice from your cautious and anxious state that your boots crack a twig, just like the cliché you previously read. The nearest knight snaps his head at the sound. He was perplexed before realizing that the woman from the paper in his hand resembles you.

"Her majes-"

You dash toward the woods. The imperial knights sought to catch up to you, as you heard him behind. You grab a nearby rock and shot it directly to his skull, and it hits him.

You ignored the yelp as he yells your honorific causing the nearby knights hear him and went for his aid, before they realize what he was yelling and starts to chase after you.

You felt the dress that was getting stuck on some of bushes and dried branches, resulting to have your dress to be ripped.

Heartbeat were thumping agressively, adrenaline were rushing around your body. One of your hands went up to your belly protecting it from getting injured despite your legs were now full of scratches and bruises from the twigs, and sharp edges of these woods. You feel your legs ache.

"Mother!" You faintly hear a galloping horses along with your son's voice behind you.

Your mistake was to look behind you while running away. You saw how your son and his guards were starting to gain just to bring you back to that hellhole. Your son Ize was reaching up his hand to take you back, his red orbs were full of concern and anxiousness.

"Mother! It's me,Ize! Please, slow down you will hurt yourself!"he yelled."Mother! Think about my sibling! Your child! Listen to me! Don't let this illness take over you!"

Poor child, he thought all of this nonsense that you are doing was because of your bogus illness.

You were about to stop when you saw a nearby cliff but a trunk made you tripped.

You screamed feeling a misstep when you realized you are falling, instinctively cradling your pregnant belly, protecting it as you roll down from the ground. A piercing scream was heard—from your son. Your head colliding to the three and it felt like your head would split open.

Your eyes were blurry from the impact. Touching your belly if there was injury. Atleast trying to feel your lower part if there was bleeding through your thighs other than your legs.

You look up at the steep cliff to see your son was sliding down, crying out your title as his mother. You saw his red orbs were full of tears as it glides down to his cheeks. The last thing you saw before your vision was consumed by the darkness was his hands reaching up to your head.

You were awoken by the sound of the chirping birds coming from the balcony.

You coughed, feeling the dryness from your throat. You eyes were blurry for a few minutes before clearing to see that you were back to the same imprisonment.

But....

It wasn't the same room you shared with your husband. Are you...even in the palace?

You took your time to assess your surroundings only to realize that the room has similarities of the royalties room that are exiled but it looked renovated, one of your husband's brothers used to live here before taking his own life. You felt grim about the thought of it.

After his brother's passing you heard from one of the maids that he turned it into a vacation palace for royalties.

It was different from the last time you saw it. It was much more cleaner and better. It looked good after it was renovated.

Wait, the baby.

THE BABY!

You eyes quickly gaze down to your belly. Hands quickly feeling around them, you exhale in relief when you felt a small kick from your stomach. You felt your tears at the edge of your eyes. It was a miracle that the heavens hadn't take your unborn child away.

I'm sorry baby...

They would have died from the stupidity you'd done!

You laid down to your right side of the bed and cradle in your stomach muttering a soft apologies and starts fluttering your eyes to go back to sleep.

But somethings not right. You felt like a pair of eyes watching you, looking at you.

Observing you.

You opened your eyes and look up only to see your pair of red eyes staring down at you.

Your husband, the emperor sitting on a wingback couch, his face resting at his hand while the elbow is resting at the arm of the couch beside him is a kettle with a cup that rest on top of the bedside table.

You feel your body tense up, you tried to get up and turn to look at your husband.

"Y-your majesty." You called but it sounded like a whisper. You don't know what he will do to you. Sure, he never hurt you physically but this is the first time you'd gotten far away from the place he imprison you in.

You gulped, will he hurt you this time?

"I-I'm... I.." you cannot come up a word,an excuse, what if he gets sick of you? What would happen to your child?

You felt your breath shorten. Tears are starting to swell up in your cheeks.

A rough hand brush on your cheeks before cupping it. You found your partner is already beside you on the bed.

He didn't speak he just let you weep as he brush away your tears. You stammer your words wanting to apologize. The emperor handed you a cup of water and you took it quenching the thirst from your larynx.

Once you drank it all, you hiccup trying to stop your tears from coming out. You felt his hands caressing your belly. "H-husband.."you gulped.

"hush,милашка."he commanded and you held your tongue and closed your eyes when he leans on your cheeks before engulfing you with his arms around you. You felt suffocating around him like a snake coiling around your body.

You feel tensed as he starts peppering kisses on your shoulders and neck before resting his lips to your earlobes, you shudder when he kissed it.

His right hand from your waist slid up under your loose sleeve before sliding it down, your emperor leaned down giving your shoulder a hickey. You whimpered trying to push him away but he hadn't budge an inch. Once he was satisfied he let your skin go with a pop before looking at the red mark he left.

The same hand went to brush your hair, tuck it behind your ear before leaning his forehead against yours. His red eyes held adoration, affection, but most of all obsession.

"милашка." He muttered closing his eyes sighing, he brush his lips against yours before deepening it.

He kept calling you, held you in his arms gently. The same arms that has full of blood that slay so many heads to get to the top of this food chain.

He laid you down before kissing every finger tips of yours and then clasping it with his rough hands as he called for you.

"милашка...."

".... my милашка..."

He pressed one kiss on your collarbone. "None of this is your fault..." He told you.

"... This illness will be the death of you."

Your heart broke for him. He really delude himself that everything you did to get away from him was because of your 'illness'.

"... Everything will be fine, darling. I will take care of you." He dampened his lips one last time onto your lips before leaving you in your new confinement.

[realcaloriessamepersonentertain]