There’s only one destination for my life and that’s suicide at some point.
With a little luck, it’ll be because I’m old and starting to have dementia and I’ll have the presence of mind to not hang around for it. Without a little luck, it’ll be when I’m priced out of existence by the climate change caused famines. With terrible luck, the improvements in my life over the past year or so will reverse and I won’t be able to deal with it.
Well ok something unexpected could beat me to it but I’m in good physical shape and don’t drive much so probably not
Watching my father fall apart to dementia, and reading about all the asbestos/lead poisonings creeping to boomers, I definitely know I’m full of microplastic and will probably have brain rot too.
I don’t think suicide is the answer. But ill consider it if I find out that I end up being crazy racist and vote for Baron Trump on 2050 or something.
I’ve watched both of my grandparents decay to shells of who they were, and live for a long time after. It’s an utter nightmare for me. I’m hoping it skips my father, so he doesn’t have to go through it and I don’t have to watch him go through it. As for me, I’m hoping I have the presence of mind to kill myself before it goes too far, or I have a loved one who’ll help put me out of my misery.
I don’t think suicide is the answer.
There are no answers to Alzheimer’s and dementia. I’d just much rather die as myself than become a shambling corpse with a mockery of sapience and force my loved ones to watch as it happens.
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There’s only one destination for my life and that’s suicide at some point.
With a little luck, it’ll be because I’m old and starting to have dementia and I’ll have the presence of mind to not hang around for it. Without a little luck, it’ll be when I’m priced out of existence by the climate change caused famines. With terrible luck, the improvements in my life over the past year or so will reverse and I won’t be able to deal with it.
Well ok something unexpected could beat me to it but I’m in good physical shape and don’t drive much so probably not
Watching my father fall apart to dementia, and reading about all the asbestos/lead poisonings creeping to boomers, I definitely know I’m full of microplastic and will probably have brain rot too.
I don’t think suicide is the answer. But ill consider it if I find out that I end up being crazy racist and vote for Baron Trump on 2050 or something.
I’ve watched both of my grandparents decay to shells of who they were, and live for a long time after. It’s an utter nightmare for me. I’m hoping it skips my father, so he doesn’t have to go through it and I don’t have to watch him go through it. As for me, I’m hoping I have the presence of mind to kill myself before it goes too far, or I have a loved one who’ll help put me out of my misery.
There are no answers to Alzheimer’s and dementia. I’d just much rather die as myself than become a shambling corpse with a mockery of sapience and force my loved ones to watch as it happens.