I know it's a support forum but some people here have horrible, severe cases of tinnitus and hyperacusis and/or who knows what related conditions - some call it TMJ.
For the the past 10 months, I've been unable to leave my house, work, talk, whisper, exercise. Every. Single. Noise. Bothers me. A large part of the time, I can't tolerate typing on a keyboard or writing with a pencil -- with earplugs
and earmuffs in. Whispering for a few seconds gives me a massive headache and I have to stop. I have roaring tinnitus most of the time. I've had suicidal thoughts almost every day and have cried hundreds of times. And, I have less reason to be optimistic since my problem is caused by my immune system attack my inner ear, it's very unlikely that these new drugs will cure me. Is that enough suffering?
I think these severe conditions justifies suicide and I believe people should be able to get help to do that. There's no cure and no treatment. Just suffering and I don't think it's worth it. The wait for a potential treatment that probably won't be anything is supposedly 10 years away and that is too long for me. I don't want to wait 10 fucking years with ear pain and loud tinnitus. I would rather not have this misery at all. Eventually, I won't have anything holding me up but I think, in principle, people shouldn't be forced to suffer and be forced to seek suicide on their own. It's inhumane.
This has nothing to do with anything other than a conversation about ethics. Some people are committed to guiding people through suicide, while others are not. My ethics are that I cannot recommend suicide to someone on the internet, and I never will.
I fail to see why Tinnitus Talk should be the place to set up suicide, a medical procedure. Overwhelmingly, people talk about suicide on here as a way to vent, and ultimately, not commit suicide. Actual plans, dates, and methods is not for me.
I want to tell you a story that has shaped my opinion. At my worst, I had relentless suicidal thoughts. Months later, I started to have a mini-recovery and was so thankful I kept fighting. Granted, I ended up backsliding again, etc., but I got a taste of what a recovery might look like.
At the time, I thought there was no way I could ever have even a small recovery. But I did. Will you have recoveries? I don't know. But I don't want to be the person that shoved someone over the edge when some good news was around the corner.
Also, five years ago, my disease gave me debilitating chronic pain -- also had suicidal thoughts. After I pushed through, I was so glad I did.