This is bullshit! The doctors are just using the living will to cover their asses, and avoid taking responsibility for their mistake.
I assume that suicide is illegal in England, as it is here. For the doctors to “honor” the living will is to make them accessories to suicide, if not murder. I do not believe that anyone is allowed to support an illegal act without holding some responsibility for breaking the law.
Even if England has an assisted suicide law, then I believe that there are special rules required, and hurdles to be jumped through in order to be allowed assisted suicide. It seems unlikely she went through the proper steps.
Yeah, I was right. A recent article in the New York Times says:
In a statement, Mr. Starmer said that the law — under which “aiding, abetting, procuring or counseling” suicide is punishable by up to 14 years in prison — had not changed and that there were “no guarantees against prosecution.”
I don’t think a living will should be allowed to trump the laws that make suicide illegal, especially in the case of suicide. I don’t know what this woman’s diagnosis was. Clearly she was depressed, but was it part of bipolar disorder?
My experience is that when I was depressed, I needed to put every barrier I could in front of the people who cared for me, to make it as hard as possible for them to help me. My goal was to find out if they really cared for me. In my mind (although it wasn’t clear to me, then, as it is now), I felt I had to fight their efforts because they didn’t understand that I was trying to do them all a favor. If people truly loved me, they would make sure I didn’t kill myself. If they let me kill myself, then I was right. I was unlovable.
To make it a fair test, I had to put every barrier I could in the way of those who wanted to help me. Anything else would have been asking for help, which I was not worthy of.
Her line that she wanted to die in the presence of others was another misdirection. She wanted to be saved, I believe. She called the ambulance because she believed that if people truly cared about her, they would save her, and if not, then she didn’t want to live, anyway. The fact that she drank antifreeze several times does not make a difference. Her depression made her want to punish herself. Not only did she believe she should die, but she believed she should die in as painful a way as possible—and yet, at the same time, she wanted to have people around her? Why? If she was serious about dying, she would not have given anyone a chance to stop her.
The problem is that people can not imagine what it is like to be in a mental place like that. Logic is all backwards. That’s because the pain is unbearable, and it seems like it will never end. Now, it’s possible that the pain of depression might never end, but if that’s the case; if you truly believe that, then you don’t ask to die with people around you. That is just to punish those who never cared about your pain when you are alive. You want to die, and yet you also want to punish people for allowing you to feel so bad.
Suicide is a case of passive-aggression—almost all the time. It’s about anger about the pain. It’s about the anger of feeling utterly worthless, unloved, and undeserving, yet having some idea that the whole thing is unfair. Suicide, in my opinion, is a call for help.
The only exception to that is when you can be objectively certain that the pain will never end until you are dead. If there is truly no hope for an end to pain, then the depression tells the truth, and it is a gift to be allowed to die—perhaps the only gift that has meaning for that person.
This is so tricky, because it is so hard to understand that people often don’t say what they mean because they are testing others. Yes, you have a right to control your own life, but that doesn’t mean that we are interpreting their wishes correctly. In fact, if I am right, you can never believe the words of a person who wants to kill themselves.
It is a twist on the Ulyssean dilemma. You want to hear the sirens—you want to be with them. So you tell people to not to listen to your words when you ask them to let them free. In this case, your orders are in writing—“let me die.” The problem is that this is a lie. You are under the influence of a siren call when you say that. You’re not making a decision you would make if you were in your ordinary mind.
People have trouble understanding who is the real you for people who behave in two different kinds of ways. I thought I should die, but I never wanted to die. I just wanted to be shown I was wrong. I’m still that person who needed to be shown I was lovable, and who couldn’t believe it. I now have ways of coping with those thoughts. I have learned how not to give them so much credence. It’s just a part of my malfunctioning brain. It feels like me, and it is me, but it is also not me. This is an extremely difficult distinction to make—both for me and for others.
It’s also hard for me to prove that I might know more about what was in this woman’s mind that she did. I could be wrong. I only have my experience and my belief to argue for my position. Still, wouldn’t it be prudent to be cautious? If someone makes it possible to be saved, no matter what they say, shouldn’t we err on the side of caution and save them? If they truly want to die, they will make it impossible for anyone to save them.