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#TW; Euthanasia
terrence-silver · 2 years
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Imagine the doctor telling Terry and beloved that their very ill six year old wouldn’t make it (they have leukemia). While Terry consoles beloved he tells the doctor, “let me tell him/her.” Terry enters his child’s room where his shaven snakey is sitting in bed “Papa!” They smile, “don’t worry, I’m gonna be okay and I can come home with you soon.” I feel this would be the hardest thing Terry would ever have to do. And I feel after he’d tell them, he’s stagger back to beloved and weep 🥺💔
(Several types of trigger warnings)
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This is going to be very dark, but why do I assume Terry would mercy kill his child?
Like, I feel he'd be entirely capable of that in a time like this.
Euthanasia; as a last resort.
Sometimes, when a soldier doesn't want to get caught by the enemy, a soldier does unthinkable things too to avoid the torment that'll come with the worst of outcomes. Because, think about it; his kid, his flesh and blood and bone is just condemned to a very painful, uneasy and agonizing death without a cure. The type of thing money, connections, threatening the doctors, flying his child overseas for exclusive treatments and influence cannot change. This is past Terry's control. His grief is intermingled with a feeling of complete and utter helplessness of this same uncontrollable variety; something he loathes in life the most. Something he dreads innately when we analyze his character --- which we have done numerous times. Sure, he can smash things up ad nauseum in rage and demand his kid be strong and overcome the odds like a cobra should, but after a while, the understanding it will change nothing settles in like an unimaginable burden.
He knows what he'll do already.
So, Terry, when his mania dies down and grows cold and calculative where the odds are concerned, he shows a rare mercy the only way he knows how. He regains control the only way he knows how as well. He personally administers his kid with something that'll give them a peaceful rest in agreement with his private clinic staff and medical experts in charge. Painless. No different than falling asleep. In his father's arms. As happy as a dying child in a hospital can be. Tomorrow they'll all go home, to the mansion, Terry promises. Except the kid never does. Terry lies the way he lies ever so often and sells his offspring the masked illusion of hope when there is no hope. Terry is also maddened with pain, but in his devotion and love, he spared his kid months and months of absolute agony. Gave them a clean death. Something of debatable ethics, but something that took place because he felt like a cornered animal after fighting the doctors on this has yielded no fruit. One can't just muscle things into a different outcome, turns out. Terry also does the deed personally, alone. Insists on it. Wouldn't allow anyone else to do it. He takes in every expression and movement and breath, maintaining firm eye contact and refusing to blink as his kid passes on, caressing their shaven head, holding their little hands, talking to them quietly the entire time, having them think this is just sleeping medications, and that tomorrow, they'll be going home. They're at peace, though. There's no more pain. All that pain is his now. Terry chose when they'll die. Gave them, the way he saw it, that last bit of dignity and a way out. He doesn't feel good about it --- how could he --- but he believes he did, what, in the most extremest of measures can only be described as a man's extreme actions. He did something both terrible and merciful to his snakey out of love.
This was Terry's last line of defense.
He takes his kid's body home and for a while, he cuts his locks in mourning.
If he adopted Ponytail's hair in grief, now, for the time being, he chops it.
For his child.
Whether he ever grows it back at all is up to debate.
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mostlycatsmostly · 2 months
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In 2017, she was a sick, young mother in a high kill shelter. Happy Late Gotcha Day to my Lady.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 4 months
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I ran into one of my childhood bullies and asked how she was doing, and she told me her dad wanted euthanasia due to some unspecified illness. Then her dad walked over to us and said, idk why it's illegal, I want to die.
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my-autism-adhd-blog · 10 months
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Hi everyone,
I found a somewhat disturbing study that was done by Kingson University about euthanizing autistic people in the Netherlands. I’ll the link to the article here if anyone wants to read the entire thing.
I’ll leave some excerpts below. View discretion is advised.
Several people with autism and intellectual disabilities have been legally euthanized in the Netherlands in recent years because they said they could not lead normal lives, researchers have found.
The cases included five people younger than 30 who cited autism as either the only reason or a major contributing factor for euthanasia, setting an uneasy precedent that some experts say stretches the limits of what the law originally intended.
In 2002, the Netherlands became the first country to allow doctors to kill patients at their request if they met strict requirements, including having an incurable illness causing “unbearable” physical or mental suffering.
Between 2012 and 2021, nearly 60,000 people were killed at their own request, according to the Dutch government’s euthanasia review committee. To show how the rules are being applied and interpreted, the committee has released documents related to more than 900 of those people, most of whom were older and had conditions including cancer, Parkinson’s and ALS.
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michellemouse · 29 days
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"Oh my dear Oswald..."
"Why are you so... addictive?"
"I can't stop thinking about you all the time"
"Hours after hours in my mind"
"What will my life be without you?..."
inspired by @n0va-daamnn
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pro-birth · 1 year
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The letter stated that Gerhard was born on February 20, 1939, that he was blind, had one leg and part of one arm was missing and was described as "an idiot". Hitler sent his personal physician, Karl Brant, to see the child in a hospital in Leipzig. Brant testified at the Nurembourg trial that he had been instructed that if the father's letter was correct that the physicians at the hospital would be told that euthanasia could be carried out - in Hitler's name. Gerhard was euthanized on July 25, 1939.
History indicates that the German T4 euthanasia program began with a parent's request for euthanasia and in the end resulted in the deaths of 250,000 to 275,000 people with disabilities.
Further to that, the technique killing large numbers of people by gassing them to death was first developed in the psychiatric hospitals for the euthanasia program and later installed in the death camps for killing millions of people. According to the Holocaust Museum, T-4 staff were redeployed to the death camps.
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myriadebleue · 10 months
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This is a Public Service Announcement
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demonrubberduck · 1 year
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More serious post- re: Jack taking comfort in the word ‘euthanasia’.
The character isn’t saying, ‘oh boy, hype to murder Mina if she starts to change’.
Here’s the definition of euthanasia: “the painless killing of a patient suffering from an incurable and painful disease or in an irreversible coma. “
He’s expressing relief in there being a word that both encompasses the presumed mercy of the act, and that allows him some distance from the thought of ‘I’m going to have to murder my friend/crush (again)’. He is taking solace from the linguistic proof of a precedent, in knowing that he is not the only one who’s been faced with such a choice.
Readers are free to agree or disagree with the morality of that, but that is what I got from my reading of the text.
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sister-lucifer · 21 days
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OH and he’s a rescue, but he doesn’t always get along with my other pets so I have to keep him separated. He has anxiety so I’m gonna ask the vet about prozac for him
put him down.
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horatioandalice · 3 months
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I'm afraid I have some bad news about Harriet.
Yesterday morning when I got the budgies up, I noticed that she wasn't able to use her right foot. (The picture attached was taken before she lost the use of her foot.) I thought that maybe she and Pippa had had a fight, or that she had injured it in some way, so I toweled her and gave her some of Pippa's leftover pain meds and looked at her foot. There wasn't any visible sign of injury, but she was definitely unable to move her toes. By an unbelievable stroke of luck, my vet had an opening at 2pm, so I took Harriet in to get looked at.
Unfortunately, the prognosis is not good. The vet found a significant amount of bruising in Harriet's abdomen, indicating that she likely has some kind of organ dysfunction that is resulting in pressure being put on the nerves that control her right foot. The most likely causes, according to the vet, are either kidney cancer or reproductive disease. Because budgies are so small, and because of Harriet's age (she's 9) and relative fragility (since she's already had surgery for reproductive issues), the vet isn't confident she would survive the major surgery required to determine the problem, and the odds are there wouldn't be an effective treatment anyway.
So the decision has been made to try to keep Harriet comfortable with anti-inflammatory pain meds and in a hospital cage until her quality of life declines enough that it will be kindest to euthanize her. She is still allowed out with the other budgies, so she's not totally isolated, and as of this morning she is still eating well, destroying toys, and being very active and vocal (her wonky foot doesn't slow her down at all!), so right now she's doing well. She has already outlived all my other past budgies by three years (!!!), so although of course I will be heartbroken to say goodbye to this little fierce warrior, I am grateful for whatever time we have left.
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agro-carnist · 7 months
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The thing that gets me about euthanasia isn't the euthanasia itself. It's seeing the owners say goodbye to their animals. Seeing them make the hardest decision, to take on grief to relieve their friends of pain, makes my throat clench. No matter their age, gender, or background, you can feel how much they love each other. Their devotion pours out their eyes as they lead their animal into sleep. It doesn't matter if it's their first or their hundredth. The love doesn't change. The last thing that animal sees is their person's forehead pressed against theirs. The last thing they hear is their gentle voice telling them they're okay, they'll see each other again, you won't be in pain anymore. The last thing they feel is fingers running through their fur. It's such a gentle passing. Love and trust and peace makes the parting easy. It feels like I'm prying on something spiritual. I leave feeling changed. It's a bittersweet thing. It's both a burden and an honor to be a part of that.
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amandacanwrite · 2 months
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My dog’s health had been yo-yoing the last couple of days and tonight she’s finally deteriorated to the point where I am letting loved ones know that they may want to come say goodbye.
I’m so distraught. I’m know that i have had 12 magnificent years with her but I thought I would have at least a few more. I’m not ready at all.
Ive cried more the last few days than when I helped take care of my grandpa in his last few days.
I will miss her little snore and her barking so much. Ill miss her stinky little kisses and her cuddles. Ill miss greeting her in the morning and when I get home from work.
God I will miss her so fucking much.
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lifeinpoetry · 10 months
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It's okay now for me to write a little about the family crisis that was going on from March-May on top of the mental health stuff now that my sister has made a public post about it.
My niece, S., was born at the beginning of March but came down with meningitis by her second day of life. There were failures at all levels of care for both my sister and baby S., both of them nearly died, and S. wasn't released from the NICU until the very end of April.
Right now they're in the wait and see stage of seeing what effects the illness had on S. but we're all hoping for the best. Can't say much more because it wouldn't be fair to my sister and S.
Major depression has lifted for real this time, it's been weeks of being at my regular level of depression though more stuff re: to the schizophrenic side of things recently but that's probably stress-related because Bear, our dog, is at the point where we're discussing quality of life. It's bringing up a lot related to previous putting off of care for both humans and pets in crisis/near crisis moments. Remembering the overdose at 17 where the parent that was home discovered me and allowed me to take a shower and just generally took no action until my other parent got home and took me to the ER, couldn't walk without support by the time we got there. Is it a freeze response for that parent that they can't jump into action, I honestly haven't ever gotten an answer.
I know I really need to get back into posting, btw. Hopefully they've fixed the issue which was making unique spacing in poems impossible, I was not made for the screenshotting life.
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fireladybuckley · 4 months
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I have been dreading this day for years.
Today, I had to say goodbye to my best friend.
Leo has been with me for 13 years. He is the best companion I’ve ever had. A total Momma’s boy, he followed me everywhere. Even if he was fast asleep and I was just going to the bathroom, within 30 seconds he’d show up. I had never had a cat so affectionate before him. He always loved @firemedicdiaz too, and took to her like a second mom when we moved in together, but I was always His Momma.
He was always so funny, so playful, so affectionate. He loved his sister, and when she passed after ten years together, he was lonely, despite all the love I gave him. Six months later, we got Buck, and it was like he was a kitten again. Buck brought out the youth in him for a while and I will always be grateful for that. They played and hung out together for a good two years before Leo started to decline.
For the last year or so Leo has been having health issues. He was diagnosed with diabetes in May of this year after months of losing weight and being sick. By the middle of September, he’d already beaten it and gone into remission. But he’s been having problems ever since. He lost so much weight and no matter how much he ate, he couldn’t gain it back.
He developed feline dementia last year, but it got significantly worse after the stress of his illness. For weeks now he’s been confused, having bathroom accidents all over, crying and wandering aimlessly. He also clearly had some arthritis, as he stopped jumping up on most surfaces, walked gingerly and hesitated when lowering himself down.
He still was having some good days, but they were decreasing, and the digestive issues were constant. Poor guy couldn’t go a day without issue, and he was always hungry no matter how much he ate.
He was not at death’s door, but I know he was headed there. I had that horrible feeling about a week ago, that intuitive premonition that long time pet owners just… know. I made the decision to put him to sleep now, before it became a time where there was no choice left.
I chose to have in-home euthanasia for him, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done. He had an amazing morning, filled with all his favourite treats, all the love he could ever want, and a nice long nap on his favourite cushion in the sun. He ate his favourite treats just two minutes before the sedative kicked in, and then I held him until he fell asleep. His passing was quick and peaceful and I could not have asked for more for him. I wouldn’t have wanted him to go any other way. His two moms will miss him more than he will ever know, but at least he is at peace now.
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So long, my sweet boy. You were the best friend I could ever have asked for and then some. I will never forget you. Go find your sister; I’m sure she will have lots of stories to tell after 3 years apart.
I’ll see you again when it’s time, and you can regale me with all of your stories and purrs and aggressive nuzzles. Love you, buddy. Til we meet again. 🌈❤️🤍🖤
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bonefall · 11 months
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this is a weird question, but how do you think something like rabies could be handled?
Ahaha
Rabies is 100% fatal, without fail. It affects the mind of the animal to make it as likely to spread the illness as possible. They could become bizarrely friendly. They may want to spend more time awake when they shouldn't be.
There is no cure. Nor any palliative care.
As soon as rabies is recognized, the warrior would need to die before they reach the part where they could attack someone. Dying of rabies is slow and horrible, unable to drink, confused, and feverish.
Yew berries would make a relatively quick death, the "seizures" and writhing of canon more closely resembles nightshade poisoning (neurotoxin). Yew attacks the heart, shutting the body down quickly.
Death by rabies one of the worst deaths I know about, and the most serious real-world illness Clan cats could ever face. But lucky for them, rabies has been eradicated in England for quite some time.
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night-wyld-system · 9 months
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Canada Engages In Eugenics
The MAID act is actually making it so that mentally and physically disabled people would be at risk for euthanasia via purposeful eugenics by a governmental body. The fact that I as a multiply disabled person have had to see multiple people defend eugenics under the guise of "it's fear mongering to talk about". I am sick and tired of people who are low support needs deciding because it doesn't affect them people like us with more severe issues deserve to be killed or left for dead.
Track Two MAID is an act that is meant to kill off people not seen as proper workers. This is totalitarian capitalism, and as a socialist there is nothing I hate more than people who support this. It is expanding to people with mental illnesses as well as including non-terminal illnesses. I should not be killed because my legs are shitty, nobody should be killed because their legs our shitty. Nobody should be killed for their mental illness, or deformity, or disability, or developmental disorder, or cognitive impairment. NOBODY SHOULD BE KILLED FOR NOT BEING A GOOD ENOUGH WORKER FOR THE CAPITALIST REGIME.
Here is one opinion piece by a counselor from Canada.
An article on teen vouge
Another opinion piece
And a final article on the subject
Do not talk about an ongoing socio-political issue if you refuse to do your research, holy fuck you people are ghoulish for defending this shit.
The groups pushing this legislation are also trying to kill off disabled children. This isn't about stopping from going through a long painful withering away from a terminal condition or illness- this is eugenics.
CANADIAN DISABLED LIVES ARE IN DANGER
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