Maine’s Health Department Rarely Investigates When Residents Wander Away From Their Care Facilities
Maine’s Health Department Rarely Investigates When Residents Wander Away From Their Care Facilities
Elopement — when a resident wanders out of a care home — is a real risk, particularly for people with dementia. But in the vast majority of cases in the state, the facilities are never inspected and rarely sanctioned.
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Honest question, why are people so obsessed with living? I’d want to be euthanized at the first sign of dementia. Just give me like a week to get my affairs in order. It’s bizarre that people would rather exist as mindless husks than die peacefully at a time of their choosing.
Maybe it’s fear. Most humans live and think like animals whose impulse to survive overrides rationality. Or is there another explanation?
I genuinely want to understand.
I cannot speak for anyone else, but I am an atheist and I do not believe in an afterlife, so I want every single second of life on this planet I can possibly get. I have had a lot of bad things in my life, including ongoing serious health problems. I have been to 10 on the pain scale multiple times. Dementia doesn't scare me. I understand why some people don't want to go out that way because it was the way my father went out, but he went out angry because he was an angry man and eventually didn't even know why he was angry. I certainly understand why Robin Williams chose to end his life because his mind was his gift to the world.
But I'm not like that. I want to be alive as long as I still know what life is.
I'm personally of the opinion that if I (consistently) can't remember the day before, life isn't worth living.
Doesn't matter if I'm happy every day. Because I feel like memories are what make me, me.
But if I can remember a whole week or even a month I'm not so sure anymore. In a week I could at least learn something and recall what I did yesterday and the day before that.
I want to be alive as long as possible.
Yes, but why? I understand that you want your body to remain alive even after your mind has gone and you’ve become a burden on those around you, but I’m asking you why.
I do not believe in an afterlife, so I want every single second of life on this planet I can possibly get
So unless there were an afterlife, you’d want to live a life that wasn’t worth living? Why?
How do you define a life not worth living? Because I lost the genetic lottery in huge ways-
Does that mean reaching 10 on the pain scale every day for a few years due to a rare nerve disorder? Me.
Does that mean not having any solid food apart from a couple of bites with my mouth completely numbed since last August? Also me.
On top of that, I have type II bipolar disorder and no job.
A lot of people would say that life is not living, especially when it's this nerve disorder.
But I would say it is.
I defer to you on whether your particular life was worth living. The question is why you would want to live if your mind, your character and memories were gone — if you were a burden on those around you and could no longer engage in self-reflection or abstract reasoning. What would be the point?
Because that isn't what dementia necessarily is. My father recognized me when he was down to doing child-level jigsaw puzzles and even though he had a much more primitive mind, he was still him in essence, that wasn't gone. Not everything goes in every case.
Dementia is a spectrum of neuropathology, so you’ve effectively ignored my question. But ok, let’s go with your specific example. Why would you keep your father alive in such an undignified state? You’re describing him as playing with “child-level jigsaw puzzles,” meaning he's barely sentient and someone has to wipe his ass, which is a horrifying indignity. Literally my idea of hell. Are you punishing him? Are you punishing yourself?
Humans are supposed to transcend the mortal realm, so why this obsession with remaining alive even at the expense of everyone around you? I guess I’ll never get an answer.
Would I keep my father alive? No, because he's not me. I thought we were talking about what I would do with my own life.
And I gave you my answer- I don't believe in an afterlife, so I don't want to end my life unless it has to end. It's not that you'll never get an answer, it's that you don't like the answer you were given.
And I gave you my answer- I don't believe in an afterlife, so I don't want to end my life unless it has to end.
WHY? That’s what I’m asking you. You haven’t even attempted to answer this question.
You don’t like the answer
You haven’t given an answer, and my guess is you don’t have one. Perhaps the reason you would want to live, even with dementia, is a mystery to you. That’s fine, but just say so.
Because I enjoy living. I'm not sure why that needs to be made clear to you.
This is circular. If you had dementia, you wouldn’t like living, because you’d be a zombie, and even if you did still like living (doubtful), you’d be an enormous burden on those you love, which would presumably undercut your “joy” at being a mindless husk. So why the fuck would you want to keep living in that case? Is it to give the middle finger to the world? To force people to wipe your ass for you?
No man don't waste your life. Euthanization Is for Suckers. Be a man take a boardroom down with you.