Theoretical Suicide
 

I know that this thread could prove to be very controversial and it may even be closed because of the ideas in here. But I'm just plain curious on what people would do.

I fancy myself as a Mentally stable yet somewhat Quirky individual. I would never commit suicide because I have to many people that would be saddened by my death, and I can't stand to do that. I just couldn't put myself through it. However, I did wonders sometimes when I was younger. Suffice to say, I think everyone wonders about this at one point or another. So basically my question is this. If you could and would want to. Would you commit suicide and how would you do it?

Remember that this topic is not to be taken Lightly. I don't want to read about suicides in my paper in the morning because they got the idea from a Forum.

i told u i was hardcore

But really, if it were to ever happen to me, I wouldn't want it to be anything so gruesome that whoever finds me will lives with the shock of the death forever (though seeing anyone dead inevitably leads to some permanent shock). As bad as it may sound making myself out to be a liar, I would want it to look like an accident. In committing suicide, many people look at it as an escape, and those left behind will be left to contemplate the reasoning behind the death. In the end, someone will feel guilt and blame, even if you didn't intend for it to happen. Why put more grief on the already troubled?

Pain isn't an obstacle as long as the duration isn't prolonged. As long as the death was close enough to civilization that my body was found quick but not so close as to put another into danger, and it wasn't performing an activity that could cause activists to go crazy (some GTA nut if I was speeding) then I think that would be a good end.

Nah - back in the days I folled around with this thought but not anymore.
I could dream up some situations that would put me in enough pain, but I wouldn´t have the choice of having a creative suicide then.

Funny how my outlook changed on this. A few years ago, I'd have said that I could understand why people would do it, and there were even a few times I felt that way myself. I'm grateful that I got through those times, and now I pretty much believe that it's the stupidest thing you can ever do.

Why throw away the only life you're guaranteed to have? No matter what might happen after you die, you can't count on it. You might believe in reincarnation, or an afterlife, or whatever... but you'll never know until it's too late. You might just cease to exist.

Even if you feel like your life has no value, I don't see how nothing is better. Yet there was a time when I did understand how it would be.

Strange the things you can think when you're not in a healthy frame of mind.

If I was going to do it, some kind of drug overdose would have to be the way to go. I don't see it ever being an issue for me, in the future.

Back before I went on medication, I jumped off a scenic lookout into a frozen river. I thought it was still shallow ... but there was more water than I'd planned for and it broke my fall, plus the ice was thinner than I'd planned for too ... and here I am. Like Soulzar said, it's strange the things you can think when you're not in a healthy frame of mind. It wasn't planned or anything, just one of the weird things depressive episodes led me to.

Now if I were going to do it, which I wouldn't, I'd try to make it look like an accident ... and not an unnecessarily gruesome one.

I actually thought about suicide when my dad passed away (especially with all the stress and pressure that were giving to myself and my family), though I know I don't have the heart to leave my bro and mom behind nor I have the courage (braveness?) to suicide . PAIN!! NOOO! :psyduck:


(Actually I don't think courage nor braveness is the right word, but I can't think of any at the moment :P)

The only time I'd commit suicide I'd have to have someone help me. If I'm ever sitting around completely immobile or in constant pain with no hope of a recovery to good health or all Terry Schiavo or something I want the damned plug pulled.

I've always thought suicide was a pathetically weak thing to do unless you're terminally ill or in an otherwise inescapable and slow death scenario, but I've still wondered on what way I'd want to take should the need arise.

Ideally, I would be something rememberable and involve lots of blood. Like slicing into my aorta and leave a giant puddle of blood that would trickle through the floor and stain the carpets of rooms directly below me. However, I would probably pussy out and take a shotgun blast to the upper brain stem. Either that, or suck a bottle of pure gaseous nitrogen dry.

I've thought about this more than I probably ever should have.

Basically, when it comes to suicide, I see it in two different ways. The logical side of me reasons that it's essentially pointless - I compare it to playing a video game. Even if I know I'm not good enough at a video game to win, or there's a certain part giving me trouble, I'll keep trying at it until I glean some kind of success. That's a horribly geeky analogy, but it's worked for me on occasion.

The other part of me, however, sees things differently. Basically, that's the part of me that every winter is like "MMM PILL OVERDOSE YUM YUM DEATH", only in a more morose fashion.

After thinking about it, it's creepy how unreal death is. It can happen, but it doesn't ever seem real - I don't know if I'd be able to deal with anyone's suicide... I think I could, but it would never really leave the back of my mind. That being said, I try to keep myself on the straight and narrow when it comes to self-inflicted death...

But if I did (and I'm hoping I don't try again, I've been good for over a year now) I'd probably do it the way I've been prone in the past, which is an OD on painkillers. That's easy to do and not noticeable from the outside, nor particularly jarring to the self, or others. Though I've heard it's intensely painful on the insides...


In conclusion, suicide is still dumb, and people are important. People shouldn't kill themselves... or something. >>

I used to think of commiting suicide when I was in years 7 and 8 of secondary school. This was mainly because I got picked on because of my weight. It was a sad time and no one seemed to be bothered, not my parents, not my teachers not even my friends who were suppose to care about me. I hated myself and I didn't want to be picked on.

I'd been picked on since I was in primary school because I was larger then everyone else in my class, I was always the main target for jokes and taunts. This continued to secondary school but got worse because their were more people picking on me.

I started to think about suicide after meeting a girl in school who self harmed. I tried that for a while but it didn't seem to take the pain away, so I started talking to her about ways to kill myself. She listened to me and got so into she started making a list of all the ideas we had.

I thought about it way too much I wrote about it loads in my diary and even drew pictures of how I'd do it. I tended to favour the idea of overdosing on pills because there were plenty of pills I could take in our medience cabinant and it was a clean way.

But as time went by things gradually got better and the suicidal thoughts began to die away. I came across my old diary a couple of months ago and reading back through it I realised it was silly of me to even contemplate doing it. I'm glad now that I didn't because my life has improved so much plus I didn't want to put my parents through the pain of loosing their only daughter.

There may be other times I may think about trying to do it but for now I'm thinking happy thoughts. Well as happy as they can be.

I'm sorry to contradict you all but a pill overdose? I suppose if you want the irony of taking pain killers and then spending the last hours of your life in absolute agony it would work, but I really couldn't see the point in that myself. It's also incredibly difficult to get the dosage right. It's either too little (and you will spend a day or so in excruciating pain) or too much (and spend a week or so in excruciating pain). Either way, if you wanted to die, it's a pretty ineffective way to go about it.

If I had to choose a way to kill myself, I would probably shoot myself in the head. If I aimed right, it would be instentaneous. I wouldn't be particularly fussed about leaving a horrible bloody/brainy mess, as callous as that sounds. It's either that or throwing myself off something; at least my last few memories would include falling with style -__-

Hurdling at terminol velocity before splattering into the ground isn't exactly very fashionable, nor stylish. Unless of course the sidewalk is so boring that it wouldn't pity being coloured red.

I don't care much about my death in my own eyes but I don't think it would make the people that I interact with on an everyday basis, very pleased. I have a good number of reasons to stay planted here on this earth, at least for a little while. I agree that freestyle "flying" is something that I've always wanted to do. :)

probably wrists. it's the most controllable if I wanted to change my mind halfway through...

I have come close to it in the past, close enough to get hospitalized a few times. The majority of the time they blame the medication they had me on at the time. I guess they increase the symptoms in teens.

If I were to ever come that close again, I would have to say that I would rather shoot myself then lay there and decide that maybe life was worth living, or suffer with some sort of cripple the rest of my life should I fail.

My belief is, not only that that would be the way to go (should one choose that path), that commiting suicide in the house is something you just don't do. If someone else lives with you, someone you were close to especially, the would never be able to live there. Imagine what they would go through. Go out into the woods or something.

I'd go the simple route. Click-click. Bang. Brains on the wall. It would be instant, painless, and decisive.

Another one I have considered is jumping off a really tall building, but I imagine working up the nerve to do it would be more difficult. Plus there's the possibility that I might land on someone else--depending on the height of the building--which could kill them, and I wouldn't want that.

Brains on the wall eh? Ever gave a thought to who is going to have to discover your foul-smelling corpse (your sphicters let go after death), and scrape your brains off the wall? :(

Yes, my hypothetical suicide would be highly selfish and gruesome. Isn't that kind of the point? :)

But if it makes a difference, I suppose I could go out into the wilderness and let the elements and critters clean up the mess.

If I were to imagine myself committing suicide, which is not something I want to do (ever), I would imagine myself soaring out of some skyscraper just to experience flight for that second. I would then close my eyes just because then I wouldn't have to expect when I would crash and splatter my brains out.

Suicide's a very selfish way to end a life. As such it's more a question of what I would do before I killed myself rather than how I would pull it off. :P However, I would be another of those who wouldn't want to cause anyone undue stress or pain, so it would be either in a way that made it appear as though an accident occurred, or so it appeared to be natural. In the end, though, even going through a great deal of pain/trauma/whatever, I'm not selfish enough to off myself, and I don't view it as being a viable solution to any problem I'll ever come across.

I haven't really given much thought to suicide. I would only do it if I had some incurable cancer or illness, something that would promise me lots and lots of pain before I would die. I'm not sure how I would do it, but it would have to be something that wouldn't cause me alot of pain. Maybe sit in a garage with the car running? Would that work? I'd read some manga while I waited to pass out.

If you have that moment of indecision about what you're doing, surely that means you don't really want to pull through with it? Doubt would lead to regret if you were actually alive to experience it. But you get my point. (right?)

Also, I think it's pretty much a given that no one here actually wants to kill themselves. The title of the thread is "Theoretical Suicide" anyway.

I've been through some pretty depressing times, but I don't think I ever considered suicide, or how I would theoretically do it. I don't think it's a very smart thing to do. From a religious stand point, It's down right stupid..since it's basically 'dieing in the act of murdering someone' so you never get a chance to repent. But that's just from a very moral and religious POV.
I've thought about the best way to kill someone with out being found..but that's all in little fits of rage. I would never actually do it.

dude, i dont think i would ever commit suicide - well because i love myself too much - but i do have an idea about what the worst way to commit suicide would be... Drowning yourself in human feces... Yepp, think about it... All the effects of drowning.. (collapsing lungs) , and your last breath, Yeah, your last breath is of someguys shit!!.. thats gotta be the worst way to go... :( !!!

If I ever get a teminal illness or am in a position where I'm going to be tortured I plan to kill myself in the most extravagent and public way I can think of, but then I'm a bastard.

Off course I would like to include an Escape clause.

Gruesome is too hard to do. I think i'd just eat some deadly plant or seed or something and die in the woods and have the rabbits bury me.

Most poisons are a terrible way to die...

Oddly enough the only time I have ever really thought about killing myself it was by ramming a sword through my heart, a fleeting thought I assure you. Though if I were actually intent on killing myself I would tell all my friends and family I got the job of a lifetime in XX state and that I was moving away, then go out into the woods with a lot of explosives (10lbs or more and possibly mixed with thermite) then dig a hole, a deep one, climb down into the hole and set the explosives off. The bomb means instant death and the hole should be deep enough that when the dirt settles back down to the earth my body should be covered. Because it would take a long time (probably weeks) to dig an appropriately deep hole it would give me plenty of time to actually stop and think about whether or not I really want to die.

Well, firstly - I wouldn't... Secondly, even if I did put myself to death out of my own volition (It won't be until I've got everything that I'd want of my life ^^ ) I'd probably go while meditating, simply stopping my life processes.

One thing actually that I've had a thought about. Even a bullet to the head must surely be an eternity of pain before you died? There's no way of knowing. In that sense, I think there is no painless way to kill yourself. Except maybe morphine overdose. But who knows who would be about to tell anyone?

(Maybe you all will consider me a bit crazy.)

Everyday, I always think about death, dying, and how to die. About how death is so mysterious, and how mysterious it is that many conspiracies are made based on it. The truth is, sometimes I imagine commiting a suicide just to know what death is. There's nothing to loose; besides, I don't really have a lot that will cry on my graveyard.

But in my inner heart, I know that suicide is a very stupid thing to be done. To throw away life that is hard to be made and to waste it away on stupid things are very wicked and honestly, I hate those kind of people. Except if there is no other away. But only if...

Despite all that, I still think about dying. Of all causes. But usually I think of dying for others, like suicide attack or self-sacrifice, since I haven't tried protecting someone in my life. I don't know...I'm still 18. I'm still too young to talk about life.

Suicide hh? Both holy heretic and stupid.

Stupid, but definitely not holy.

:eagletear: Oops...did I write 'holy'? Sorry, my mistake:D . It should be 'heretic'. a bit far from content heh?

:eye: Don't be too sure a gun to the head would work ... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phineas_Gage He's had a stick through his brain and he survived. I had a lecture where the lecturer was talking about brain injuries, and some guy, a store manager, was shot in the head by some guy he fired, and he survived, just that he went blind because the areas that process info from the brain just happened to be the one that konked out. It's probably not as easy as the movies seem to make it out...

I will strap a bomb on myself, and blow myself up in a DBZ convention. Lesser dbz nerds for a better world.

don't theorise, suicide...ise

it was cooler when bratz did it

There Was A Time When I Used To Have Very Bad Grades And Then Sometimes, I Thought About Throwing Myself In Front Of A Train, But Then I Was Like "Hey, First Of All, The Poor Train Driver, And Then, My Family". But If I Really Had To Commit Suicide, I Think I Would Tell Someone To Tie My Hands On My Back And Let Me Listen To Celine Dion's Greatest Hits At A Very High Volume So That I Would Go Crazy In No Time!

I've thought about it at various points of my life but I know (at least at this point) I'd never do it. I'm just too curious to see what's ahead and I know life can take good turns with the bad. Just need to be patient.

If, however, I did do it I'd more than likely go kill myself, and plan it in such a way, that no one would ever find the body. Or by the time they did it'd be so long ago the impact wouldn't be much. I don't know, I'd rather just have people think I disappeared and leave it at that. Plus, the people that would be hurt by my death wouldn't be as hurt (though they still would be) if all that happened was that I fell off the face of the planet. They'd still have the hope I'd show up some day.

What a depressing topic. =/

Not much for me to say, I'd rather not remember it. But I've been through the thoughts and had the process planned out. When the moment struck, I stopped myself. Thoughts of Suicide occur when the mind knows no other means of escaping a terrible problem that causes enourmous amounts of emotional pain.

Not everyone can fight it alone. And when trying to get help.. at the slightest sign of bigotry, or stoicism(don't care), get away from that person. . Don't need someone making it worse.

oh I had it planned out one day when I was grade nine, but my cat stopped me, I owe him my life. I was going to inhale car fumes and have a towel around me to make sure it was all I was breathing. I was by myself and the car was in the driveway. I was very depressed during my early teens.

I am glad my cat stopped me, I love life more then ever, he has been dead for a few years now, but I still tend to his grave every year, I owe him so much.

I never thought that this thread would stir up so much controversy and still be around by this time. And here I was just a little curious.

Intersting idea, Dekoa.
There's nothing wrong with a stoic reaction. You can be stoic and care, you're just not flipping out because this person is thinking suicide. I know what you mean anyway, though.

Chibi Neko: How exactly did your cat stop you? Was he in the same area as you and you had to stop so he wouldn't die too?

When I was a teen, I thought about killing myself all the time. I was sure noone would give a crap (my dad barely communicated with me, and my mother had called me a waste product and said I ruined her life). I thought pills would be the best way, and actually kind of tried it, but all it did was make me sick and give me a nervous breakdown (I didn't take enough to be hospitalized...I chickened out). Now I wouldn't want to commit suicide...my kids need me. I'm not as miserable as I was as a teen, thank goodness. ^^

I begin to wonder how many people in this thread had actually tried commiting suicide...

Some of these are frighteningly exact.

That being said, I'd probably jump off of a bridge. I like the water, I may be knocked out instantaneously, and if I tried to drown, it would be less frightening than what I can only imagine would be the gastly experience of trying to survive while drowning.

he did two things, first he followed me everywhere, like he could sense something. I got the keys to my mom's car and knelt on the floor, he got on my lap and stared right in to my eyes for a long time, when I turned my head, he would get off my lap and walked in front of my face and kept staring at me. i swear I saw a sad expression on his face, I then said to myself "I can't do it"

Oh yea my method..



I got overwhelmed by memories of my friend and mom among other thoughts and I got off my bike and walked home with it. I've not had suicidal thoughts since then and my life is even SHITTIER than before.

:) Cats are awesome like that. Back in 2002 when my cat SoBe was a kitten he NEVER meowed. Yet, when CPS took my son and Lenore's kids away and we got home he immediately sensed something and was just a meowing mess. He never stopped meowing from that day on.