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- Dec 1, 2018
- 80
Three or four weeks ago I found out that I have some kind of inherited neurodegenerative disease. A lot of the ones I could've had were fairly fast progressing and would either kill me or leave me extremely disabled and eligible for euthanasia over the course of a couple years. I was scared for about half an hour before I realized all the wonderful things that could come from this. If I was dying I could live my last few years with more happiness than I'd probably get to experience over the course of my entire life. My parents would happily give me the money they were going to spend on my college tuition. I wouldn't have to continue my education. I wouldn't have to get a job. I wouldn't have to worry about aging. Best of all, people wouldn't be able to fault me for enjoying myself. When you have a terminal illness they're not going to say you're lazy or slacking off. I would no longer be obligated to live up to other's expectations. I would no longer have to live up to my own. I could just exist, even if only for a very short time, in utter freedom.
During these last couple weeks I have been the happiest I have ever felt since I was probably 12 years old. I already felt free. The sky and the spring grass were beautiful. But as always I'm dumb so I guess I got ahead of myself. Yesterday I was diagnosed with an inherited neurodegenerative disease, but it didn't turn out to be how I wanted. It will be a lot longer before it disables me, and even after I've lost most function in my arms and legs it still won't have a big impact on my lifespan. It would also be years before I might have a chance at being eligible for euthanasia. I'm extremely angry. For once I thought I might be able to be happy, even for a very short time. Now that's all gone. I'm going to die anyway but now I'm back to having to do it myself in secret, and everyone will hate me for it. Since I can't tell my parents that I'm going to die they'll still force me to carry on with my normal boring life right up until I kill myself. Also I have no money of my own and I'm already sick so I can't really do anything fun for myself without their help.
I'm very disappointed. I know I shouldn't have allowed myself to dream in the first place, but for a while I thought I could have a happy death.
During these last couple weeks I have been the happiest I have ever felt since I was probably 12 years old. I already felt free. The sky and the spring grass were beautiful. But as always I'm dumb so I guess I got ahead of myself. Yesterday I was diagnosed with an inherited neurodegenerative disease, but it didn't turn out to be how I wanted. It will be a lot longer before it disables me, and even after I've lost most function in my arms and legs it still won't have a big impact on my lifespan. It would also be years before I might have a chance at being eligible for euthanasia. I'm extremely angry. For once I thought I might be able to be happy, even for a very short time. Now that's all gone. I'm going to die anyway but now I'm back to having to do it myself in secret, and everyone will hate me for it. Since I can't tell my parents that I'm going to die they'll still force me to carry on with my normal boring life right up until I kill myself. Also I have no money of my own and I'm already sick so I can't really do anything fun for myself without their help.
I'm very disappointed. I know I shouldn't have allowed myself to dream in the first place, but for a while I thought I could have a happy death.