
Koppite
Member
- Aug 6, 2021
- 56
(Warning: long)
TL;DR: I have 6 months to live and can't tell anyone.
I don't particularly want to die; I just don't have the energy to try to live with increasing health and financial issues.
Health: I'm 54 and in pretty good shape. However, I have glaucoma and my back is fucked. I've started to get aches and pains in my joints and muscles and my teeth are deteriorating. These are all issues that are never going to get better - it's just a question of how long it takes before they all fail.
Finance: In about 3-12 months (depending on how long I can eke it out) I will be completely without funds. A couple of years ago, I was forced to leave my career, after suffering crippling grief when my father died. I have no family left and have been living on savings ever since Dad died.
The idea of trying to get another job and 'starting again' holds no interest for me whatsoever - especially as whatever I get after such a long hiatus will be wage slave status, at best.
The health issues could be ameliorated by money and the financial issues could be ameliorated by health and vigour; unfortunately both issues are also cumulative, so, in ways that few people outside of this forum will understand, I essentially have the equivalent of a 'You have 6 months to live' diagnosis.
My point (and thank you if you've made it with me this far) is that, unlike people with a terminal medical diagnosis, those of us with a mental health or financial 'expiry' date receive not only zero sympathy or empathy from society - but we cannot even talk about it with friends or family.
I would like to have the opportunity to say goodbye to people before it's too late. I'd like to be able to talk and reminisce and laugh and cry with the people in my life before I go - but, for reasons I cannot help but think are illogical and unfair, no one will or can handle a planned exit.
So not only am I (and you, if you're in a similar situation) facing a 'death sentence' - where I have to come to terms with the fact that in a particular time-frame I will die - I also have to do so in secret and in solitude.
Which leads me, like so many of you, to posting our feelings anonymously on an Internet forum. Isn't it sad that those who profess to love us and will miss us when we're gone can't find it within themselves to love us and talk to us whilst we're still here?
TL;DR: I have 6 months to live and can't tell anyone.
I don't particularly want to die; I just don't have the energy to try to live with increasing health and financial issues.
Health: I'm 54 and in pretty good shape. However, I have glaucoma and my back is fucked. I've started to get aches and pains in my joints and muscles and my teeth are deteriorating. These are all issues that are never going to get better - it's just a question of how long it takes before they all fail.
Finance: In about 3-12 months (depending on how long I can eke it out) I will be completely without funds. A couple of years ago, I was forced to leave my career, after suffering crippling grief when my father died. I have no family left and have been living on savings ever since Dad died.
The idea of trying to get another job and 'starting again' holds no interest for me whatsoever - especially as whatever I get after such a long hiatus will be wage slave status, at best.
The health issues could be ameliorated by money and the financial issues could be ameliorated by health and vigour; unfortunately both issues are also cumulative, so, in ways that few people outside of this forum will understand, I essentially have the equivalent of a 'You have 6 months to live' diagnosis.
My point (and thank you if you've made it with me this far) is that, unlike people with a terminal medical diagnosis, those of us with a mental health or financial 'expiry' date receive not only zero sympathy or empathy from society - but we cannot even talk about it with friends or family.
I would like to have the opportunity to say goodbye to people before it's too late. I'd like to be able to talk and reminisce and laugh and cry with the people in my life before I go - but, for reasons I cannot help but think are illogical and unfair, no one will or can handle a planned exit.
So not only am I (and you, if you're in a similar situation) facing a 'death sentence' - where I have to come to terms with the fact that in a particular time-frame I will die - I also have to do so in secret and in solitude.
Which leads me, like so many of you, to posting our feelings anonymously on an Internet forum. Isn't it sad that those who profess to love us and will miss us when we're gone can't find it within themselves to love us and talk to us whilst we're still here?