The 91-Year-Old Woman Selling Suicide Kits

positive reinforcment is always a great thing, i know it hurts a lot of people as well, but if you see they would rather not be living then why would you force them to stay, im not saying do not try anything to talk about it.

You are correct. In the vast majority of cases, it is not because they are thinking of the suicidal person and their perspective, but because they are thinking of themselves. If there are those that are offended by that, sorry. But the truth sometimes is less than comfortable.

That is why survivors of suicide is a whole other topic.
 
Paul Simon: Richard Cory Lyrics

They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town
with political connections to spread his wealth around
born into society a banker's only child
He had everything a man could want power, grace and style
But I work in his factory and I curse the life I'm living
and I curse my poverty and I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be, Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory

The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show
and the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht
oh he surely must be happy with everything he's got
But I, I work in his factory and I curse the life I'm living
and I curse my poverty and I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be, Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory

He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch
and they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much
so my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read,
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."
But I, I work in his factory and I curse the life I'm living
and I curse my poverty and I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be, Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory

PAUL SIMON - RICHARD CORY LYRICS

Thanks for showing me that.
 
I can understand it for the elderly who are facing a terminal illness. Or even the non-elderly, in the same situation.

For a 29 year old who is not terminally ill, I think it's tragic.

A dear friend of mine committed suicide at the age of 18. He had just graduated from h.s., was valedictorian of the class, super-smart, nice guy. Everyone loved him.

His girlfriend had broken up with him a few days earlier. He left a note for his parents saying they had always taught him how to handle success, but he couldn't handle failure (meaning his girlfriend leaving him). He hung himself.

I thought that was tragic, too.
I knew a guy that committed suicide after his girlfriend broke up with him too. He drove his car into a tree! It was very tragic, he just graduated from h.s. too. The guy was a friend of my brother and older sister and he came to our home to visit. My mom was so upset about this, she put a vase with flowers next to the guy H.S. photo. He was a really popular guy.

I also knew a woman I meet when I lived in Northern Cal. Her friend found the woman in bed dead from a gun shot in her head! Everyone was really upset about this and there where some sisters that lived in town . The sisters had everyone come to pray and talk about how they were coping with this tragic death. I when too as I was just getting to know the woman and liked her a lot. I know a few people that committed suicide and it very tragic, and the families never get over the lost.
 
Suicide touches just about everyone. Most people know someone who knows someone...

Just goes to show, these issues are widespread and know no limits. People need to start paying attention. And stop making judgements regarding those who suffer from mental illness.
 
Suicide touches just about everyone. Most people know someone who knows someone...

Just goes to show, these issues are widespread and know no limits. People need to start paying attention. And stop making judgements regarding those who suffer from mental illness.

My dad tried to commit suicide , he when in his car that was parked in the garage and closed the garage doors ! My mother did not do anything and I when outside and open the doors and broke some windows before going in the garage to talk my dad out killing himself! He came out with me ! My mom was too afraid to do anything, I am glad I was home at at the time! I was only about 18 or 19 years old at the time. I remember this like it happen yesterday!
 
People who say they will commit suicide are crying out for help for a situation to come to an end.

People who actually appear happier and better and never say anything then poof they kill themselves are the ones that are in serious trouble.

Both people need help mentally - both suffer from depression. The difference is one is going to succeed, one is not.
 
People who say they will commit suicide are crying out for help for a situation to come to an end.

People who actually appear happier and better and never say anything then poof they kill themselves are the ones that are in serious trouble.

Both people need help mentally - both suffer from depression. The difference is one is going to succeed, one is not.

I agree. Sadly I have known many people who have attempted suicide. The one's that were sucessful were the one's that you didn't see coming.
 
Recalling the movie "Million Dollar Baby"...(Clint Eastwood)....and if I were in that position, I would have helped her end it all also....

I also recall a lady (where I worked at)...her husband wanted a divorse. Their martial problems had gone on for years, and she was constantly depressed and crying a lot.....We all (her friends) tried to help inasmuch as we could, spending time talking with her, eating lunch, going over to visit, etc.

She threatened suicide over and over. It went on for a long time, even tho' we stood by her....finally the threats of suicide got to be too much!...One of her friends was at the point of exasperation and told her, "Well, go ahead!"...Everyone had done whatever we could to help her, but nothing seemed to work.

And sadly, she did just that. She killed herself.....It affected a lot of people, those close to her, her family and friends...we all carried a glimmer of guilt over it.

I'm sure there are times in everyone's life where we might feel we want to "end it all". There were in mine! However, I'm glad I was able to bear thru those dark times in my life when I felt that I would be better off dead. Now, I'm happy to be alive, and with some therapy, I know there is light at the end of the tunnel!
 
Recalling the movie "Million Dollar Baby"...(Clint Eastwood)....and if I were in that position, I would have helped her end it all also....

I also recall a lady (where I worked at)...her husband wanted a divorse. Their martial problems had gone on for years, and she was constantly depressed and crying a lot.....We all (her friends) tried to help inasmuch as we could, spending time talking with her, eating lunch, going over to visit, etc.

She threatened suicide over and over. It went on for a long time, even tho' we stood by her....finally the threats of suicide got to be too much!...One of her friends was at the point of exasperation and told her, "Well, go ahead!"...Everyone had done whatever we could to help her, but nothing seemed to work.

And sadly, she did just that. She killed herself.....It affected a lot of people, those close to her, her family and friends...we all carried a glimmer of guilt over it.

I'm sure there are times in everyone's life where we might feel we want to "end it all". There were in mine! However, I'm glad I was able to bear thru those dark times in my life when I felt that I would be better off dead. Now, I'm happy to be alive, and with some therapy, I know there is light at the end of the tunnel!

Travis Russell Graves, 14, of Blue Ridge, died Monday, May 13, 2007 at his home. Born May 18, 1992 in Sarasota, Florida, he was the son of Melissa and Eric Little. Travis was an eighth grader at Staunton River Middle School. In addition to his parents, Travis is survived by two brothers, Guy Theodore Graves III (Ambre) of Roanoke, Va. and Jarid Martinelli of Sarasota, Fla.; one sister, Megan Erica Little Sarasota; maternal grandparents, Russell and Roswitha Graves of Sarasota and paternal grandparents, George and Patricia Little of Ithaca, …

Funny, i have the same situation as you, i feel no remorse, or guilt. If i let someone continue on for that long while trying to selfishly keep them here for my own morals, making them feel worse if they killed themselves, i would feel like an absolute pr*ck. I raised him, that was my brother, he shot himself in the head over a girl, as much as he was my best friend, and i might see it as stupid...he wasnt weak, nor was he depressed over it necessarily, he didnt "need help mentally"! Yes it hurts, no i regret nothing, if he wanted help he could have gotten it period. hes not hurting anymore.
 
Kervorkian in drag. (I checked to see if he is still alive - he is alive at 83).

I have mixed feeling about sucides. I just can see good points on both sides.

Same here. The only way I'd kill myself these days is if I had a painful terminal illness and I'm in the last stages of it.

I'm not sure what I think about this lady selling kits. My feelings are mixed regarding this lady; I would hope she sells them to only people who are terminally ill and want to die and not to just anyone who buys it.
 
I had 2 friends who committed suicide. While I normally do not condone suicide, I do understand their reasons.

DJ was Bi-Polar. His diagnosis is the 70's was manic Depression. He was supposed to be on medication. His mother did not believe he needed the medicine. Without meds he floundered. His up-bringing left a lot to be desired and explains his actions. He was a high school drop-out due to his inability to settle down. He went on small crime sprees and would spend time in jail. While in jail, he got his meds and was a model prisoner, then he would be released and not get his meds. Eventually, Florida passed the 3 strikes law and he purposely stole a car to get his 3rd strike after the law passed. Well, mama intervened and said he had a mental illness and didn't belong in prison, so he was released into her care eventually. He could not deal with it as she still would not medicate him. He hung himself 10 days after his release with a note that said, "Prison was the only place I felt safe as that was the only place I ever got my medicine."

Ed was an ex-fiancée'. He was involved in a severe car accident. His truck flipped 3 times. He went through the windshield between the 2nd and 3rd flip. He ended up with a shattered leg, a broken hip, 6 broken ribs, punctured lung, and a broken collarbone. After 14 weeks in the hospital he was being transferred to a rehab facility where his parents lived in NC. He finally came back to FL, but in tears he broke up with me. He said I reminded him of his life before the accident too much and he couldn't cope. He tried for 8 years to deal with what life gave him. He had a steel rod in his left leg and an implant that would send an electrical impulse every 3 seconds so he could pick up his foot and walk. Problem was, he couldn't sleep with the leg constantly jumping. His personality changed. He was a more cynical person and not trusting at all. He wished daily he could have died. He finally could not take it anymore and hung himself. His note basically said that he missed me too much. He missed his life and he missed his scuba diving. He was unhappy that his parents "brainwashed" him and convinced him to break up with me.

Sad thing for me is, Ed and DJ committed suicide on the same day, and today is the 10th anniversary.

Like I say, I understand their reasons, so I can say, that with nowhere to turn to, some people choose to end their life. I don't have to agree with it, but I do my best to accept and move on. I miss both Ed and DJ, but if I had stayed with Ed, I would not have the kids I have now.
 
My dad tried to commit suicide , he when in his car that was parked in the garage and closed the garage doors ! My mother did not do anything and I when outside and open the doors and broke some windows before going in the garage to talk my dad out killing himself! He came out with me ! My mom was too afraid to do anything, I am glad I was home at at the time! I was only about 18 or 19 years old at the time. I remember this like it happen yesterday!

I am glad you were there and could do something to help your father. I'm sure that whole experience had a huge impact on you.
 
People who say they will commit suicide are crying out for help for a situation to come to an end.

People who actually appear happier and better and never say anything then poof they kill themselves are the ones that are in serious trouble.

Both people need help mentally - both suffer from depression. The difference is one is going to succeed, one is not.

Quite true, Dixie. The rule of thumb is to take every mention of suicide, or talk/action that even alludes to suicide, as very, very serious. Unfortunately, those that are serious do not present an oppportunity for intervention.
 
I had 2 friends who committed suicide. While I normally do not condone suicide, I do understand their reasons.

DJ was Bi-Polar. His diagnosis is the 70's was manic Depression. He was supposed to be on medication. His mother did not believe he needed the medicine. Without meds he floundered. His up-bringing left a lot to be desired and explains his actions. He was a high school drop-out due to his inability to settle down. He went on small crime sprees and would spend time in jail. While in jail, he got his meds and was a model prisoner, then he would be released and not get his meds. Eventually, Florida passed the 3 strikes law and he purposely stole a car to get his 3rd strike after the law passed. Well, mama intervened and said he had a mental illness and didn't belong in prison, so he was released into her care eventually. He could not deal with it as she still would not medicate him. He hung himself 10 days after his release with a note that said, "Prison was the only place I felt safe as that was the only place I ever got my medicine."

Ed was an ex-fiancée'. He was involved in a severe car accident. His truck flipped 3 times. He went through the windshield between the 2nd and 3rd flip. He ended up with a shattered leg, a broken hip, 6 broken ribs, punctured lung, and a broken collarbone. After 14 weeks in the hospital he was being transferred to a rehab facility where his parents lived in NC. He finally came back to FL, but in tears he broke up with me. He said I reminded him of his life before the accident too much and he couldn't cope. He tried for 8 years to deal with what life gave him. He had a steel rod in his left leg and an implant that would send an electrical impulse every 3 seconds so he could pick up his foot and walk. Problem was, he couldn't sleep with the leg constantly jumping. His personality changed. He was a more cynical person and not trusting at all. He wished daily he could have died. He finally could not take it anymore and hung himself. His note basically said that he missed me too much. He missed his life and he missed his scuba diving. He was unhappy that his parents "brainwashed" him and convinced him to break up with me.

Sad thing for me is, Ed and DJ committed suicide on the same day, and today is the 10th anniversary.

Like I say, I understand their reasons, so I can say, that with nowhere to turn to, some people choose to end their life. I don't have to agree with it, but I do my best to accept and move on. I miss both Ed and DJ, but if I had stayed with Ed, I would not have the kids I have now.

It is possible to understand and empathize with a person's reasoning behind a suicide without actually condoning the act. That is known as empathy. Just as it is possible to recognize another's autonomy and right to make end of life decisions for themselves without believing it is an option you would choose for yourself.

Where we run into problems is when we make judgements against the individual. Someone who is feeling suicidal, and is told they are "wrong" or "bad" or "crazy" for even thinking about suicide is likely to be driven closer to the act by the judgement placed on him by society and loved ones.
 
We lived on the third floor of a five story tenement. The police and ambulance crews came piling in once again, past our door, charging upstairs, while people tried to count "How many times was this now, the seventh time, the ninth time?"

Once again she had called just before she made her irregularly scheduled suicide attempt. Once again she had called for help leaving just enough time for the rescue squad to save her.

My mother commented that attempting suicide should be a crime punishable by death -- Then only those who really waned to die would do it.
 
We lived on the third floor of a five story tenement. The police and ambulance crews came piling in once again, past our door, charging upstairs, while people tried to count "How many times was this now, the seventh time, the ninth time?"

Once again she had called just before she made her irregularly scheduled suicide attempt. Once again she had called for help leaving just enough time for the rescue squad to save her.

My mother commented that attempting suicide should be a crime punishable by death -- Then only those who really waned to die would do it.

Your mother made a lot of sense, when you think about it.:P
 
Travis Russell Graves, 14, of Blue Ridge, died Monday, May 13, 2007 at his home. Born May 18, 1992 in Sarasota, Florida, he was the son of Melissa and Eric Little. Travis was an eighth grader at Staunton River Middle School. In addition to his parents, Travis is survived by two brothers, Guy Theodore Graves III (Ambre) of Roanoke, Va. and Jarid Martinelli of Sarasota, Fla.; one sister, Megan Erica Little Sarasota; maternal grandparents, Russell and Roswitha Graves of Sarasota and paternal grandparents, George and Patricia Little of Ithaca, …

Funny, i have the same situation as you, i feel no remorse, or guilt. If i let someone continue on for that long while trying to selfishly keep them here for my own morals, making them feel worse if they killed themselves, i would feel like an absolute pr*ck. I raised him, that was my brother, he shot himself in the head over a girl, as much as he was my best friend, and i might see it as stupid...he wasnt weak, nor was he depressed over it necessarily, he didnt "need help mentally"! Yes it hurts, no i regret nothing, if he wanted help he could have gotten it period. hes not hurting anymore.
I'm very sorry for your loss. :(
 
I had 2 friends who committed suicide. While I normally do not condone suicide, I do understand their reasons.

DJ was Bi-Polar. His diagnosis is the 70's was manic Depression. He was supposed to be on medication. His mother did not believe he needed the medicine. Without meds he floundered. His up-bringing left a lot to be desired and explains his actions. He was a high school drop-out due to his inability to settle down. He went on small crime sprees and would spend time in jail. While in jail, he got his meds and was a model prisoner, then he would be released and not get his meds. Eventually, Florida passed the 3 strikes law and he purposely stole a car to get his 3rd strike after the law passed. Well, mama intervened and said he had a mental illness and didn't belong in prison, so he was released into her care eventually. He could not deal with it as she still would not medicate him. He hung himself 10 days after his release with a note that said, "Prison was the only place I felt safe as that was the only place I ever got my medicine."

Ed was an ex-fiancée'. He was involved in a severe car accident. His truck flipped 3 times. He went through the windshield between the 2nd and 3rd flip. He ended up with a shattered leg, a broken hip, 6 broken ribs, punctured lung, and a broken collarbone. After 14 weeks in the hospital he was being transferred to a rehab facility where his parents lived in NC. He finally came back to FL, but in tears he broke up with me. He said I reminded him of his life before the accident too much and he couldn't cope. He tried for 8 years to deal with what life gave him. He had a steel rod in his left leg and an implant that would send an electrical impulse every 3 seconds so he could pick up his foot and walk. Problem was, he couldn't sleep with the leg constantly jumping. His personality changed. He was a more cynical person and not trusting at all. He wished daily he could have died. He finally could not take it anymore and hung himself. His note basically said that he missed me too much. He missed his life and he missed his scuba diving. He was unhappy that his parents "brainwashed" him and convinced him to break up with me.

Sad thing for me is, Ed and DJ committed suicide on the same day, and today is the 10th anniversary.

Like I say, I understand their reasons, so I can say, that with nowhere to turn to, some people choose to end their life. I don't have to agree with it, but I do my best to accept and move on. I miss both Ed and DJ, but if I had stayed with Ed, I would not have the kids I have now.
I'm sorry for this sad anniversary of your losses. :hug:
 
We lived on the third floor of a five story tenement. The police and ambulance crews came piling in once again, past our door, charging upstairs, while people tried to count "How many times was this now, the seventh time, the ninth time?"

Once again she had called just before she made her irregularly scheduled suicide attempt. Once again she had called for help leaving just enough time for the rescue squad to save her.

My mother commented that attempting suicide should be a crime punishable by death -- Then only those who really waned to die would do it.
Did the woman ever get any help?
 
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