This is a coping mechanism I think I got partly from Ozy and that has greatly improved my life! Sometimes I get suicidal, usually in the low-key “the best thing that could possibly happen right now would be a violent death” way but sometimes in a “it is comforting to plan it out” way.
When this happens, I say to myself “yeah, I can do that if I want to.” And then I sort of stick it on a shelf with things I can do if I want to, like “move to Montana” and “shave my head and get a facial tattoo” and there’s nothing wrong with thinking about those things, they’re not evil, but they’re not especially tempting even when my life is exhausting and my brain is scanning for alternatives to living it.
My previous solution was something like “oh no! on top of whatever problem made me this miserable in the first place, now I’m suicidal! that’s wrong and horrible and awful and I can’t tell anyone because they’d be scared if they knew but also I have to tell them because ‘tell someone when you’re feeling suicidal’ is a rule and I need therapy and -”
and don’t get me wrong, if you want to die it’s probably because you are hurting and there are resources that can make that kind of hurting stop, really and meaningfully, and if realizing you want to die is the impetus for getting those resources, if you would have just limped along in terrible pain but then when you realized you wanted to die you were able to scream loudly enough at the world to get on the path of fixing it, that’s really common and really important and I hope you stop hurting really fast.
but for me, wanting to die was becoming this extra burden on top of the hurting, another thing that I had to hide and had to stop because it was wrong, and so instead of helping me get support for the pain it just sort of bubbled there being a priority.
and the solution was “yeah, I can do that if I want. It’s not evil, it’s not wrong, it’s a thing which I can do. When it comes up I’ll add it to the list of possible solutions, but it’s kind of a lousy one so I’ll keep adding other stuff to the list too.”
and a big part of “I can do that if I want” is “I can do that tomorrow, or in a month, or in a year”: the idea can go sit on a shelf, because I’m always going to have the choice! It’s not going away! And so Ramón Sanpedro’s story fucks with my head because that was what he wanted, but because he was a quadriplegic he had to get help in doing it, and he fought for that right for 29 years. And there’s nothing more terrifying to me than the thought that maybe that choice would go away and I could exist for 29 years I don’t want because someone wants to force me to keep existing for a political point about the value of life. That choice – and therefore my ability to happily discard that choice and think about better ones – is entirely dependent on my mobility, and isn’t protected as a right. That’s scary.