I think we are talking about several different things. As a nurse, I believe strongly in euthanasia–the ethics of it are tricky, as are the actions, but I have seen way too many wasted, rotting (literally) bodies, with no consciousness, no ability to communicate, no awareness of themselves or the world around them to believe that at times, in certain circumstances, suicide or assisted suicide is* ipso facto* wrong. To end your own life because you are facing bone cancer or similar-that is an entirely different topic, to my mind. I am speaking here of the college students who jumped out of his dorm room window because he failed a class and was afraid of what his parents would do (happened my freshman year) or the dad I mentioned, or the mom of the 13 year old. These are people without major health issues, except their depression.
That said, I think of that guy I read about in a New Yorker article a few years back. He jumped off the Golden Gate bridge (a popular spot for suicides)–and as he dropped he realized that he had no problems except one–that he had jumped. Nick Hornesby wrote a novel based on this revelation. The guy survived and now helps others who feel suicidal.
How many are like him? I’m willing to bet hundreds, if not thousands. But we’ll never know because suicide stops the dialogue. There is no retort or reply to suicide. It is the ultimate shut down of communication, that is, communication that can heal, help and comfort. It does sit and fester in those who are left behind-and they have no recourse. So they become angry, hurt, depressed, guilty. Yeah, the suicide may well be out his pain now–but he left heaping helpings for those remaining. And now we are supposed to say “it’s ok. Glad you’re better off.”? People are inherently self-centered–none more so than the suicidal–so they don’t say things like that. They say god what didn’t I do or did I do? How he could do this to me? etc.
How the hell are the survivors supposed to KNOW that the suicide was being “noble”? “I feel too much pain to carry on.” We had a pastor once whose 19 year old daughter OD’ed on aspirin. She emailed her father saying she was going to do this. His computer was down–plus, she knew he didn’t check his email every day. But he sure has that nice “fuck you, here’s your guilt for the rest of your life” message branded on his brain until he dies. Seems to me that suicides poison the well for all.
For some here it’s ok that the suicide isn’t thinking of others–but that is one of the keys to all of this. The suicidally depressed person is incapable of thinking of others–the tunnel vision has taken over. The pain has overwhelmed him/her.
But that leaves the others with a huge dilemma–how to help carry the suicidal one over this horror, to better things? IMS, I learned in nursing school that it is not the deeply, deeply depressed who commit suicide–they lack the energy to plan and execute (sorry, horrible pun). It is in the weeks after treatment, when the dust is settling, loved ones are breathing that sigh of relief, and some independence is gained that the danger is highest.
How are the “healthy” (who may well have tons of problems of their own) to know that exact time? It seems to me that a huge burden has been placed on the non-suicidal–they don’t want to lose their loved one, but have NO say. We accept tragedies like car accidents and heart attacks, unwillingly, angrily, sadly. But suicide is an option-not a destiny. That is why people respond to suicide with anger and resentment.
I know something of my own sharp blade of despair. I know something of depression. I refuse to sit by and be philosophical about this issue. It is not ok to damage others by thoughtless actions. To be clear: I am not saying that those who face debilitating illness and choose peace are categorized this way. I am speaking of those whose actions are a big Fuck You; whose actions are the impulse of the moment for a solvable/treatable problem.