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PurpleMonkey
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- May 3, 2018
- 62
…is such horseshit.
Now that the address of delivery has to match my personal address, the three nosey family members with whom I live with would for sure see the content of the package, compromising my right to CTB.
Maybe I can move into a studio apartment, change my government address, and still have money left over for my bucket-list and my SN, this method would still be feasible - but that is not a logical step (not with a minimum wage job and less than $20K usd in the bank).
I have no close friends who could order it for me, and even if I did, few people are stupid enough to not research why I'd want to buy a poisonous chemical through a secondary party.
Unless a source as reliable and accessible as IC pops up, I'm left in the dark. I still have nylon rope if worst-comes-to-worst but good lord, I do not trust myself to pull that off without it being agonizing.
This is infuriating. I'm not depressed or mentally ill; just absolutely exasperated with my poverty and with the disappointment I bring to others. To have to wake up everyday with nothing to look forward to has been a soul sucking humiliation for far too long and I just want to depart with some dignity attached.
We live in a world where it's easier for a dementia patient to consensually and legally end their life than it is for a full aware person with the same amount of justification as me. It's inconceivable that there's a moral ambiguity regarding the decisions I make with my own body and existence but here we are, I guess.
If anyone can offer me a solution, feel free to hit me up. I'm in the Montreal, QC area, if that is at all relevant.
Now that the address of delivery has to match my personal address, the three nosey family members with whom I live with would for sure see the content of the package, compromising my right to CTB.
Maybe I can move into a studio apartment, change my government address, and still have money left over for my bucket-list and my SN, this method would still be feasible - but that is not a logical step (not with a minimum wage job and less than $20K usd in the bank).
I have no close friends who could order it for me, and even if I did, few people are stupid enough to not research why I'd want to buy a poisonous chemical through a secondary party.
Unless a source as reliable and accessible as IC pops up, I'm left in the dark. I still have nylon rope if worst-comes-to-worst but good lord, I do not trust myself to pull that off without it being agonizing.
This is infuriating. I'm not depressed or mentally ill; just absolutely exasperated with my poverty and with the disappointment I bring to others. To have to wake up everyday with nothing to look forward to has been a soul sucking humiliation for far too long and I just want to depart with some dignity attached.
We live in a world where it's easier for a dementia patient to consensually and legally end their life than it is for a full aware person with the same amount of justification as me. It's inconceivable that there's a moral ambiguity regarding the decisions I make with my own body and existence but here we are, I guess.
If anyone can offer me a solution, feel free to hit me up. I'm in the Montreal, QC area, if that is at all relevant.