dhcdavid
Ex-Bluelighter
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I'm starting this thread because I'm so very tired of continuing with living yet paradoxically can't quite bring myself to metaphorically pull that trigger either..... I say metaphorically because I'm an Englishman and don't have a gun so in my case I feel the suicide method with the highest rate of success and lowest amount of personal physical agony will be a fentanyl overdose.
For half my life I have been consumed with the memories, the incredibly vivid memories, of being raped and sexually abused by a disgusting piece of shit priest from the church where I was a chorister. Im now in my early 30s, feel like Im in 70s and just want all the pain to go away. In addition to mental pain I also have severe and incredibly painful ankylosing spondilitis (an arthritis-related condition) to contend with for which Im on lots of fentanyl (200mcg/hr & 80mg oxynorm daily) which obviously are downers but are less of a downer than non-stop joint pain in my humble opinion.
I seem incapable of living sensibly alone and am back with my parents after my last relationship broke up in March: the fucking fentanyl destroys your libido and my girlfriend KNEW that but STILL coinvinced herself that she couldn't be with a man who wasn't up for sex like 3 or 4 nights a week so started fucking another guy whilst we were still living together and then turns round one day and dumps me.
In the last three months I've seriously attempted suicide twice: the first time, the rope broke and I'm now left with lovely bruising around my neck which is tricky to hide in summer and the second time I took razor to my lower arms but was found unconscious on my bathroom floor, rushed to hospital and obviously survived... and now have the biggest ugliest many inches-long scars on both arms so no more t-shirts for me forever probably.
I'm not a coward..........Ive battled depression and seeing the face of the old cunt who raped and abused me 15 years ago all the time; Ive seen psychiatrists, psychologist, tried support groups for male survivors of sexual abuse.... you name it and Ive probably tried it.
But Ive also been a burden to my parents ever since I left home at 18: each time a relationship has gone wrong or Ive lost a job my parents have taken me in. Whenever Ive needed money they've "lent " (knowing I'm probably never going to be in a psoiton to repay it) it to me.
Im a fully qualified high school teacher but because of a caution for marijuana possession 6 years ago I hardly ever get any interivews no matter how many applications I send in.
Ive been unemployed and living at home with my parents for 6 months now (after my relationship in Manchester broke down and the catering agency where I was working as a barman and waiter went out of business). I have no car, assets, property or savings because for years I had a very large gambling adiction (which thanks to Gamblers Anonymous and some will power Ive been able to break but it has left me destitute) and these days I'm so fucking down about everything I behave like a little fucking kid and spend every last pound I get in benefits on coke.
My parents are 60 and don't need this in their life.
I have had my chances and opportunites and blown the lot of them. No-one will take on a 34 as an apprentice and I can't find any school willing to give me a job either which sucks seeing as that's all I'm qualified to do (even though I'm a great teacher and have great references - even from a school where I did supply teaching for a year AFTER my drugs caution... go figure?!?!).
So over the last week my desire to end my life PROPERLY and DEFINITELY has been growing exponentially day by day and hour by hour. Being an Englishman I don't have access to a firearm but I do have a pile of 18 x 100mcg/hr Durogesic DTrans fentanyl patches and am pretty certain that even though I have a huge tolerance (I once had 5 on at once but surprise surprise didn't feel very well) surely if I put all 18 on at once an hour or so before going to bed then I won't wake up.
And the silliest thing of all is that one more big thing adding to my depression is that I'm being cowardly about killing myself and humming and hahing and just procrastinating when I should just get it over and done with it.
I just feel like I'm almost out of time and am so tired of being ashamed at what a total fuck-up I am and how much pain and suffering Ive caused my parents; at least if I finally succeed in killing myself I won't go on hurting people around me i.e. my parents and me.
I know there's a lot of wisdom and compassion within the hearts of many Dark Siders and while I'm very sorry to take up your time if you've read this post I'd be real grateful for any tips or advice you may have.
Blessings to you all. Love from English David x
For half my life I have been consumed with the memories, the incredibly vivid memories, of being raped and sexually abused by a disgusting piece of shit priest from the church where I was a chorister. Im now in my early 30s, feel like Im in 70s and just want all the pain to go away. In addition to mental pain I also have severe and incredibly painful ankylosing spondilitis (an arthritis-related condition) to contend with for which Im on lots of fentanyl (200mcg/hr & 80mg oxynorm daily) which obviously are downers but are less of a downer than non-stop joint pain in my humble opinion.
I seem incapable of living sensibly alone and am back with my parents after my last relationship broke up in March: the fucking fentanyl destroys your libido and my girlfriend KNEW that but STILL coinvinced herself that she couldn't be with a man who wasn't up for sex like 3 or 4 nights a week so started fucking another guy whilst we were still living together and then turns round one day and dumps me.
In the last three months I've seriously attempted suicide twice: the first time, the rope broke and I'm now left with lovely bruising around my neck which is tricky to hide in summer and the second time I took razor to my lower arms but was found unconscious on my bathroom floor, rushed to hospital and obviously survived... and now have the biggest ugliest many inches-long scars on both arms so no more t-shirts for me forever probably.
I'm not a coward..........Ive battled depression and seeing the face of the old cunt who raped and abused me 15 years ago all the time; Ive seen psychiatrists, psychologist, tried support groups for male survivors of sexual abuse.... you name it and Ive probably tried it.
But Ive also been a burden to my parents ever since I left home at 18: each time a relationship has gone wrong or Ive lost a job my parents have taken me in. Whenever Ive needed money they've "lent " (knowing I'm probably never going to be in a psoiton to repay it) it to me.
Im a fully qualified high school teacher but because of a caution for marijuana possession 6 years ago I hardly ever get any interivews no matter how many applications I send in.
Ive been unemployed and living at home with my parents for 6 months now (after my relationship in Manchester broke down and the catering agency where I was working as a barman and waiter went out of business). I have no car, assets, property or savings because for years I had a very large gambling adiction (which thanks to Gamblers Anonymous and some will power Ive been able to break but it has left me destitute) and these days I'm so fucking down about everything I behave like a little fucking kid and spend every last pound I get in benefits on coke.
My parents are 60 and don't need this in their life.
I have had my chances and opportunites and blown the lot of them. No-one will take on a 34 as an apprentice and I can't find any school willing to give me a job either which sucks seeing as that's all I'm qualified to do (even though I'm a great teacher and have great references - even from a school where I did supply teaching for a year AFTER my drugs caution... go figure?!?!).
So over the last week my desire to end my life PROPERLY and DEFINITELY has been growing exponentially day by day and hour by hour. Being an Englishman I don't have access to a firearm but I do have a pile of 18 x 100mcg/hr Durogesic DTrans fentanyl patches and am pretty certain that even though I have a huge tolerance (I once had 5 on at once but surprise surprise didn't feel very well) surely if I put all 18 on at once an hour or so before going to bed then I won't wake up.
And the silliest thing of all is that one more big thing adding to my depression is that I'm being cowardly about killing myself and humming and hahing and just procrastinating when I should just get it over and done with it.
I just feel like I'm almost out of time and am so tired of being ashamed at what a total fuck-up I am and how much pain and suffering Ive caused my parents; at least if I finally succeed in killing myself I won't go on hurting people around me i.e. my parents and me.
I know there's a lot of wisdom and compassion within the hearts of many Dark Siders and while I'm very sorry to take up your time if you've read this post I'd be real grateful for any tips or advice you may have.
Blessings to you all. Love from English David x