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July 14, 2013

Chemical suicide 1st in OH

Public safety  *

Suicide by chemicals might be first in area

THE PLAIN DEALER VIA AP

CLEVELAND — A northeastern Ohio man is thought to be the first case of “chemical suicide” in the Cleveland area.

The 26-year-old from Westlake died on Thursday (4th) by the unusual method. The Plain Dealer chose not to use his name.

He killed himself by mixing common household chemicals in a bucket inside his enclosed car. He asphyxiated himself on lethal hydrogen sulfide gas.

The deadly gas produced in such cases poses a threat to police officers, rescue workers and passing bystanders trying to help.

The newspaper reported that the first known use of chemical suicide was in 2008 in Japan after the stock market crash there. It has since claimed more than 2,000 lives in Japan.

The Cleveland area had no cases employing such a method to commit suicide before.

* (My Comment: 

Along with most other people,  I find “Suicide” repugnant. . .  because it is so wasteful and tragic. And it should never have to be.  But we all know that it happens and always has.

Our species used to crawl off into solitude in a cave or the jungle way back before there were tools  to record history or the ability to communicate reasons well.  It was an instinctual thing.    Certain Asian people had an almost religious  nobility surrounding the personal taking of one’s life (under certain specific conditions).  Western religious doctrinaire feels suicide is a huge sin.  And then of course, there s the “law”. . . seems to take a dim view. 

It is so easy to lay judgements out onto others;  to criticize,  find fault, to rationalize “others lives” – – to feel superior to,  i.e.  “I know, and you don’t”.  .   but until one has walked in the others shoes. . ! !  !  My beautiful, artistic, loving brother-in-law ended his life in a park with a shot gun leaving behind a son in New York from a first marriage and finally 4 daughters with the 2nd wife who was divorcing him.  He just couldn’t go on anymore.  He knew pain both physical and emotional and I suppose, finally, there was nothing but pain left.  Who wouldn’t want to leave that?   But the torment those left behind feel is hard to handle.   

You never hear about anyone killing themselves because everything in their life is so darned great and positive and they are so happy that they can’t take it anymore.   Seriously.  Pain comes in many colors and shapes.  Modern life tends to contribute to the fragmenting of family structure and lead to isolation which is not natural for our species.  Man is a social animal.  We need each other.   But look around, we wall ourselves off for all sorts of reasons; fears,  privacy, independence needs, more  ‘space’ and so on. 

I looked into this Japanese chemical suicide thing rather earnestly a couple of years ago because it sounded like a winner if that was the only seeming option to the predicament I faced.  I have been completely open with my readers about the Alzheimer’s thing I’ve had to deal with.  Tho I had put my all behind this threat, I wasn’t winning, just  holding my own.  Still taking care of my granddaughters 7 and 8 years ago, lessening as they grew and entered middle school.   Everything changed with learning about coconut oil from Dr Mary Newport and her experience with her husband.  It was most effective and results came swiftly. Had tried phosphotydalserine for quite a time and hadn’t noticed much if anything.  Learned about the importance of B vitamins  and the distinction  of “methylcobalamine rather than Cyanocobalomine. Upped fatty acids for brain and of course, D-3. But this is all old news unless you are new here. 

Now, the irony is that my brain is doing better than most other parts of my total organism.  While I’m definitely not the sharpest tack in the drawer, believe me, I’m so grateful for this turn- around.

Anyway, while I was trying to acquire the recipe, I kept reading that it was all over the internet.  True, many references, but not laid out anywhere that I could find.  My prior search taught me one thing which this above notice isn’t bothering with.    It is the element of safety and courtesy.  If one wants or needs to off himself using this technique, one must be kind enough to make a notice and secure it to the window of the car or door to the bathroom or closet or where ever, advising those who see what appears to be a person maybe in trouble and trying to help.  So you open the door, get a whiff and bam, you’re gone – – just like that.  That is patently cruel!  And inconsiderate. 

But if this is contemplated by someone miserable enough that he or she just wants out, don’t make it murder AND suicide, leave appropriate notice at the entry to the site.  It must state what has    happened and that one must call police and notify them to have properly clad officers open the scene safely.  (think it’s called ‘hasmet’ officers?) This is the point I wanted to make. 

I’m not a miserable person.  Don’t hate life, not anxious to  leave this gorgeous planet.  I like my life tho I’ve outlived my friends of yesteryear.  Had I not been able to overcome my hurdle, I would have  considered this chemical suicide over say a gun (which I don’t own  nor want), or a knife which doesn’t appeal to me at all.   I hear the combination of the two common  chemicals used in a home smell wretched like rotten eggs.  But one whiff is all that’s needed and one is gone. This is quick, easy, cheap and the last thing in the world I’d want to do, but I will not consent to a nursing home. .  .  did that to my beloved mother and haven’t gotten over it yet.  There is just no way. It’s  a disgraceful way to end life. I saw Mother daily and tended her needs over what they offered. Even if I had a daughter like I was to her, I still wouldn’t have any part of it.  Judge it if you like, but its a line I won’t cross.  (willingly). 

Believe it or not,  I am quite aware how pompous that sounds.  But that is not to say that we aren’t allowed to carve out the best that we know how to do for ourselves, right?  I too, have heard that if one wants to hear God laugh, tell him your plans.

Its time to get up and I haven’t gone to bed yet.  Good mornin’

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