I thought suicide was still illegal.

I don't really see the point of discussing something like suicide. It's a fairly undiscussable subject: "I don't think you should do it, because you leave people behind"; "I think people should have the choice to do what they like"; "I think it depends". That's about it, really. Basically, though, I don't think that someone's life is their own if other people are involved in it, particularly children. Children should never have to deal with that.

Anyone who tries to kill themselves by just using painkillers either doesn't mean it or is a bit daft, though.

Interestingly, however, it's been shown that people who have killed themselves have made attempts to halt the process having started it; for example, people who've thrown themselves off buildings have torn muscles in their arms from where they've desperately tried to latch onto something. This isn't true of all cases, though, so...I suppose as aforesaid, it's pointless to generalise.

well you're all talking about the family they leave behind when someone tries to take their life..but thats not always the case.

I tried to take my life about a month ago at the end of November after one of many arguments with my father, this one ended with him calling me "poison and poison to everyone i went near". So its not always true that parents care the most, the reason for these arguments was my future stepmother, i only found out half the stuff she did after i was thrown out of the house after coming home from hospital..She is a very insecure woman and she often tried to get me drunk by having long conversations with me late at night then adding copious amounts of vodka to my drinks, i never realised how much she put in when i accepted a drink from her, after i was suitably tipsy she would steer me onto the conversation of would my dad ever get back with my mother and other things of that ilk. Another favourite was to ask about my dad then twist anything i said until everything she said that i told her was completely fiction such as "i'm only down here to get as much out of my dad as possible". Of course he wasn't too happy about this and treated me like i was dirt, though i never knew why and couldn't sort things out...She also made him think i was out getting laid etc when i was going to the library to catch up with coursework etc, after about a month of this my depression i had already became much more extreme...i tried to stay out of their way as much as possible and i started to self harm more than was usual. I went to my doctor and talked him to him about it, makin jokes that if i slit my wrists the pair of them would complain about the mess on the carpet..I tried to talk to my dad about my depression also, but after one conversation he decided that it wasn't depression..."it was taking the piss" .

I did however talk to my friends as i became more miserable and for a while they and my boyfriend made things better, with his help i stopped self harming and whenever i felt stressed or upset, instead of taking out a razor i would take out my guitar and play until i felt better. For a few weeks i felt much better and then the problems at home began again all over again. One night i felt like leaving to stay with my mum again and so went out for a walk and talked to her, my boyfriend and my best friend over the phone since i had no privacy at home (my stepmother used to go through my room and my underwear). After i decided to stay with my dad and try and sort things out, i got a phone call giving me hell for leaving a tissue in my room (no joke, he was that anally retentive) and telling me to get my arse up back home so i could go to my parents evening. after he decided he couldn't be bothered going cos i was a little shit i was told to go to my room and only leave once i had apologised for everything i had done, but i didn't know what i was apologising for. after a while of thinking everything began to ring true, and i hated myself alot more after the last argument..after my dad left my room i felt like i was poisonous and began to wonder if anything was true. In the end i took an overdose just because i felt so horrible, i didn't want to hurt anyone anymore as i felt i would undoubtably would if i ocntinued to live..Just after i took the overdose i txted and phoned my closest friends and bf goodbye. I still can't say what stopped me from taking more things but after i got a reply i wanted to live again, i guess it was the reassurance i wasn't who my father made me feel like i was..I ended up running away to phone an ambulance on the streets and spent the night in hopital.

I know this sounds irrelevant but i guess i just wanted to talk about it, like rhesus says, sometimes it helps to talk to strangers rather than ppl who know you.

All i would say now is that rather than kill yourself, even if you do intend to go through with it afterwards, talk to someone first, it doesn't have to be a stranger, sometimes its best to talk to the person closest to you who understands you more. And however bad things get now, i want to ssee what happens next, even if i end up in total despair, things can only get better and i want to be there to see it.

Christ just trying to read that made me want to end it all.
Paragraphs, paragraphs, paragraphs!

its 5 fucking paragraphs. dont be so fucking inconsiderate and insensitive

I agree with what Comradestripe said in the first paragraph; it is fairly useless and infuriating to talk about it since there really are only about 3 different stand-points.

Therefore, I'll leave you in the capable hands of Jerry Seinfeld:

nahhh he's too right in a way, it was a bit long, tho you are an insensitive jerk

and btw jerry seinfeld is just being....well an asshole

No, he's just making an observation. The way he tells it shows that there's no spite or sneering. It's just an amusing observation

yes

very amusing

It's hard to tell if there's any sarcasm in that to be honest.

There wasn't even any point to what he was saying really. Well, I didn't take one away. If you were to do that then it would be a mean piece of comedy, and that's not what his stand-up is about. His comedy is observational, not didactic.

i was under the impression that statistically more successful suicides are on a second or third attempt rather than the first



but who really wants to think about these things?

Bump.
What about that German guy that failed to commint suicide something like 9 times?
If you try to overdose on pills, but choke on them and die, is that suicide?
If you slit your wrists in, say, a farm, got saved but die of an infection some weeks later, is that suicde?
And so on.