And then the people all clapped and patted themselves on the back for saving the guy and went about their day. But the guy went back to the same life full of problems that led him to despair. Crippling debt or depression. Estrangement from loved ones that are no longer willing to reconnect. Loneliness or defamation or disease. It's easy to save someone from jumping, but this is not help. That is not the help they need. They need constant and long term help, assistance, and support.
Saving a stranger from a suicide attempt has a vibe to it like preventing an abortion from happening without providing any further support for the mother or the child. Congrats, you saved a life, technically. But you did nothing to save the life.
Then, after you get “saved” from suicide, they strip you of your rights and shove you in a cell for up to five days.
And that attitude is what the staff will have towards you. You are there to be punished for daring to be suicidal and trying to reject the gift of life. You’ll probably lose your job after the hospital stay, and then get stuck with thousands in bills for the “treatment” (sitting in a room watching day time tv while you listen to people in psychosis or dementia getting the shit beaten out of them by the staff.)
But this is a good thing! It’s so much better to be alive then not dead, that’s why we need to abuse suicidal people!
Ohh, my turn to post this classic:
The view from halfway down - Alison Tafel
The weak breeze whispers nothing
the water screams sublime.
His feet shift, teeter-totter
deep breaths, stand back, it’s time.Toes untouch the overpass
soon he’s water-bound.
Eyes locked shut but peek to see
the view from halfway down.A little wind, a summer sun
a river rich and regal.
A flood of fond endorphins
brings a calm that knows no equal.You’re flying now, you see things
much more clear than from the ground.
It's all okay, or it would be
were you not now halfway down.Thrash to break from gravity
what now could slow the drop?
All I’d give for toes to touch
the safety back at top.But this is it, the deed is done
silence drowns the sound.
Before I leaped I should've seen
the view from halfway down.I really should’ve thought about
the view from halfway down.
I wish I could've known about
the view from halfway down—The Hippocratic oath is far too frequently interpreted as a mandate to unilaterally inflict life as broadly and indiscriminately as possible.
This capital battery is not yet used up; it may not be ejected.
Can't die, he still owes us taxes /s
I'm very worried about everyone here. Really, I know that there is a way out that isn't suicide--it's revolution--but it seems like you've all submitted to Capitalist Realism. I've thought about risking my life in an attempt to overthrow the state, but unlike you all, I am legitimately afraid of losing my life. It'd be such a sad note to end my life on. I wouldn't be there to see any surprising good things happen. I wouldn't get to see a socialist system established before me, and I wouldn't be able to do anything to help anyone. How come you all feel fine about death? There's nothing afterwards. There were the Viet Cong who couldn't live to see their country establish socialism, there were the Leninists who died fighting the Tsar who couldn't see the Soviet Union come to be, there were the slaves who died in Southern plantations who couldn't see Juneteenth. If you were really willing to die, you'd die in battle.
I've tasted friendship (Ha-ha)
I've tasted you (Oh no)
I've tasted dying and it tasted good
I've tasted heartbreak (Wah)
I've tasted food (Uh oh)
I've tasted dying and it tasted goodBut that's dessert
You can have it when the dinner is gone
But that's dessert (Uh-hoo-ah-oh-ah-oh)
But that's dessert
You can have it when the dinner is gone
So put it down
“But we’re getting so many views right now, fam…”
