If my dad did the right thing and went through with it, I'd be nowhere near as miserable and f**ked up in my life right now.
Disease of the mind doesn't suddenly hit you one day and you go, "Ermagherd, I'm totally incoherent now!" In the beginning, you have insight and foreknowledge that it will get worse.
Essentially, you know you're about to live a very undignified life, and you'll become a massive burden to people. Their good memories will be gradually replaced by frustrations. It's no way to live.
Not only do I fully endorse physician-assisted suicide for those with terminal brain disease, I judge them if they decide against it.
The reason I put that part about the vegan lady in the center is because that's exactly how I feel. I have moral standards that would be completely worthless if I threw my morality at the mercy of someone else's laziness or convenience. I'd be living THEIR values, and that I will absolutely not effing do.
I've seen it enough to know that life with dementia is not living. Honestly, people in that spot should just die and get it over with. Any family member who'd oppose their choice is a pri----ck.
