Hi
@Otto.
I live in a country where this is now legal for the terminally ill to apply for if their death is reasonably foreseeable; I believe they still have also agreed to look deeper in to the question of those experiencing unbearable psychological pain, as well as inclusion of mature minors. There was a push to include those with degenerative cognitive diseases, like Alzheimer's disease. In my country polls show much support in general for offering it to those near physical death , considered 'unbearable pain'. (Oddly to me, they don't realize emotional suffering often surpasses even physical in terms of what people can bear, speaking from what I've seen working with the ill & dying.)
However, I'm not posting to comment on that, I actually think the issue has become muddied in that everyone has free choice. But even more so, I think it's missing the mark. I think your statement:below hits the nail on the head:
The biochemistry behind the disease is stabilized with a tight support network, loving kind people, touch, reducing stress. Where is that? Where are these kind people?
I think you are very close to finding a way to overcome this (and not by death), because you've noticed something everyone misses. JMHO but it's not the ptsd on it's own that is unbearable, or can't be managed. And I would argue that most people who get to this point have not been slacking but conversely tried so much they feel very despairing.
As far as the 'mentally ill' not being able to make decisions for themselves.
I agree. Those speaking for 'defending' adults in their right mind mean well but I don't think yet understand (fortunately) why the issue exists.However, depression aside, with every amygdala hijacking we are rendered incapable for the most part of higher cogniive functioning. Memory too becomes inaccessible. Within every given moment, the only way we can try to default the hijacking is reducing stress in our body, +/or over-riding thoughts. (Like
@EveHarrington saying, even when we think we will die in the ditch- at best- somewhere between the trigger & the end resulting emotions of despair, fear & lack of hope is the behaviour of the picture we've formed- the ditch & ourselves in it- & the thoughts that go with it.)
I think even with therapy, lots of times until puzzle pieces fit or surface, we don't have understanding of or desire to address things we don't realize are important, or don't focus on, or don't remember.
And if we concentrate on the wrong things, we come to the wrong solution. It's not 'why', or even 'how' to not feel this way, or 'how' to solve it through physician assisted death. Though I think it just makes sense- physician assisted death is a solution to focus on when none other has seemed to be working. I think the question is 'where'- where can we really be ourselves- broken, sensitive, gentle, worn-out, angry, exhausted, ptsd-or-not.
And I understand the lack of fear, or how it can feel even more isolating hearing others' family keeps them alive when you have no family, or when others would profess they'd prefer you dead.
But why I came back is just to say (& I apologize for writing it speaking of myself, I just don't know how else to explain it), I tried to remember how or why I ever had hope. I couldn't remember. I tried to do what I used to do when I felt better, that didn't quite work. I questioned why I can't remember good relationships, or forget bad ones, or memories.
Strangely, I had a dream friday night of my mom who died 20 years ago, only 3rd dream with her ever since before her death, & I remembered ('felt') the happiness & love, not just of our relationship but 'being happy'. The fun, living, despite trauma & ptsd. And today I realized some good memories go 'numb' because the loss is too painful to literally remember 'anything'.
And I remembered a suicide my mom knew of, she said 'too sensitive for this world'.
And I saw a girl in church who looked like a friend of mine who died not long ago, & same style of clothes, either was a suicide or OD or complication, Idk, i know only no family came when she was taken to the hospital- life support. And I thought today I wish she had come to me & my sister she knew, she needed people, maybe we could have got through it.
The upshot is I realized, I had hope (& of course a sense of safety) where & with whom I could be myself- sensitive & gentle being part of it- without repercussion. You can find that. It surpasses identity, or being true to yourself, or self-acceptance, or self-worth- though it includes all of those things. But then, no matter what you deal with with the ptsd (which will benefit by reducing stress), you will find hope. You will find those places & people, doing what is true to yourself- they will be where how you are is valued or ok without defenses. :hug: